The Whisperer

Poetry that was expressed,
Insight addressed,
Read what was written,
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Gratitude is what I offer to thee,
Penned by yours truly.

I wrote this poem at the age of 12. Poetry has developed into my way of expression. From then onwards; though I had written poems prior to this; my love for poetry has grown gradually and magnificently. The incentive to write even more continued when this poem was published in a local Islamic youth magazine much to this happiness of a young girl.

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The Whisperer

He who whispers in one's ear,
No one does he spare,
He tries to persuade and soothe one's mind,
But when he's finished you're left behind.

You will have to face your deeds alone,
He will not be there, for you have lent him a loan,
Now he your enemy sits on a throne,
Hence his work is to cause chaos and not to moan.

Today he will be your closest friend but tomorrow he will be your worst foe,
He is whom that cannot be ignored,
For his words to you are so implored.

He is afraid of only those who believe,
They are the ones who will strive and achieve,
He deceives, opposes and makes mockery,
For he knows only treachery.

He whispers into the hearts of mankind,
And demolishes the noor from their mind ,
Who is he?
We all know!
Don't we????????

[1999]

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Eternal Freedom

A poet's bequest,
Read and comment; my humble request,
Gratitude is what I offer to thee,
Penned by yours truly.

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Eternal Freedom

A mask of contentment I constantly wear,
Entrusted with burden more than one can bear,
From the thresholds of my sanity,
I seek freedom from their apathy,
Unable to convict with moral equity,
Objectifying their cruel necessity,
On other’s strength and tears do they feed,
Plagued by wretched resolve and greed,
Time bears witness to the ongoing story,
As characters enact a tragic parody,
With every, tear-jerking scene they all shout,
Encore! Encore!
Same victim, same fate,
Yet my life remains to some a metaphor,
My silence screaming to be heard,
My soul desperate to be freed,
Memories etched with eternal strokes,
A portrait capturing that, which it evokes,
Immortalised by the slow effect of time,
Engendered by the resolve of this rhyme,
Preach not, the advice of patience,
Offer not, the price of endurance,
Look into the honesty of my eyes,
In it the secret to emotion lies,
The candle of affection is inevitably evanescent,
In the last hour, before the ever magnificent,
My soul shall taste true release of burden,
Where the sky and earth meet in joyful abandon,
Occupy my conscience with its emotion,
Dedicate my service to true devotion,
Written with the unheard voice of my insignificance,
I entrust upon you the reality of my existence.

[28th-February-2009]
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The Song of the Heart

A poet's bequest,
Read and comment; my humble request,
Gratitude is what I offer to thee,
Penned by yours truly.

The Song of the Heart

Winds sing to the deaf a song never heard before,
Fantasy emanating through lore,
Softly enhancing the imagination,
Lifting the senses to creation,
Words flowing smoothly to the rhythm of the heart,
Weaving a fanciful matrix of compounded art,
A joy yet to be pronounced,
A feeling yet to be announced,
A beauty yet to be recognised,
A privilege yet to be rejoiced,
A body sensing its soul,
Once separated senses its whole,
Fragrance melting with the voice of the nightingale,
Continuing to satisfy, never will it fail,
Giving without expectation,
Birth without destruction,
Beauty without adulteration,
Silence without provocation,
Bounty without starvation,
Voices join in chorus yet there is only silence,
A silence that is never penance,
In every hour of life,
In the struggle through strife,
Everlasting contentment envelops entirely,
Fears cast aside completely,
The bride wilfully accepts the proposal,
A beginning to propagate renewal,
As the song continues to revive the lost,
Immortal beauty will never exhaust.

07-March-2008

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Freedom From these Prison Walls...

A poet's bequest,
Read and comment; my humble request,
Gratitude is what I offer to thee,
Penned by yours truly.

Freedom From these Prison Walls

The mute witness all the events that take place,
The anger soars colouring the face,
Words are made into the most fatal weapons,
Where are the angels to fight these Demons?
The heart can no longer bear the weight,
With overflowing tears it seals its fate,
Crumbling as the memories replay in the mind,
The soul searches but still no peace to find,
Ringing in the ears it constantly replays,
Desperately seeking freedom from it always,
A pattern of habitual actions being displayed,
Continuously repeated upon its victim it is laid,
Until there reaches a point where ….
The soul starts to doubt if it ever was self-righteous,
Was it closer to evil and further from being pious?
Are all these actions of upliftment in vain?
On whom should the blame fall for all this pain?
Then going into a dark and lonely place,
Longing for a supporting embrace,
When the thought of all is lost just appears,
Little things occur that attempts to discard all fears,
As new tears fall, an unseen force mends the broken,
Only the heart can understand and once again it is awakened,
What was about to be lost is now found,
Renewed in faith and once again whole and sound,
The worth of everything is made clear,
Much of it, now seems worthless and bare,
Only God is of importance in this cruel kingdom,
A believers’ prison longing for freedom,
Make our faces full of light,
In your presence give us sight,
Do not ever forsake us,
Forever bless and keep us.

(2007)

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Flawless Eternity

A poet's bequest,
Read and comment; my humble request,
Gratitude is what I offer to thee,
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Flawless Eternity

A craving that can never be fulfilled
A wish once born is now stifled
To fill a broken vase to quench the thirst
Amongst one who comes last and who comes first?
A yearning that is never satisfied,
A slander that is amplified,
To believe that there is a chance,
To gift mockery with song and dance,
Make merry while the candle burns,
Before the first leaf turns,
A bitter remembrance when the illusion fades,
An emotional volcano cascades,
Happiness without shedding a tear,
Trust without knowing fear,
Affluence without striving,
Dying without ever living,
The worth of something without its exact opposite,
To enter bewilderment without reaching the exit,
To consume far beyond one's limit,
Without a valley there is no summit,
To die amongst the mortal,
To live amongst the immortal,
Beauty that sits upon the throne of light,
Blinding away the beast from plain sight,
An end to the craving that once existed,
The tears have finally ceased,
Déjà vu tickles the memories that painted the past,
And finally the yearning breathes its last.

(25-05-2008)

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Expressions

Poetry that was expressed,
Insight addressed,
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Penned by yours truly.

Expressions

Rhtythms flowing,

Efforts thriving,

Expression feeding,

Rhymes uplifting,

Mind stimulating,

Thoughts revealing,

Innermost contemplating,

Echoes perceiving,

Soul enlightening,

Forever exalting,

Heart illuminating,

Darkness fading,

Beauty awakening,

Beast transforming,

Truth conceiving,

Deceit shedding,

Knowledge seeking,

Lies disappearing,

Pictures painting,

Aesthetically pleasing,

Habits reforming,

Beliefs rekindling,

Essence forming,

Refinement striving,

Action provoking,

Continue struggling,

What is in your heart?

What is in my heart?

Individuality apart,

Express the art,

Let the revolution start,

A face to the truth,

A chance for the youth,

A voice to the mute,

Keep close to the ground,

Find what was never found,

Silence listening to the sound,

Hear the voice resound,

My eyes an expression of my feelings,

My reputation an expression of my dealings,

Hold on to the faith tight,

Express what is right,

Give the blind true sight,

No discrimination from black or white,

Life is a continuous fight,

Grant the wings for flight,

Breakaway from the chains,

Wash away the stains,

Expressions fed,

Expressions said,

Expressions heard,

Expressions understood.
(07-12-07)

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My Breath

A poetical endeavour to be shared but once a month
As true feelings give birth
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My Breath

Upon the verge of falling eternally,
Lost amongst disillusioned mirages,
Thousands clamour yet I remain lonely,
Ink wet upon unwritten pages,
Breath of fresh air intoxicates,
Dispelling my predisposition,
Inevitably intertwining our fates,
Bond deeper than blood connection,
Melting into singularity,
Distance establishes itself more painfully,
Intellectual sharing solidifying one mind,
Expanding emotions inevitably bind,
Underlying ties strengthen,
As the days lengthen,
The heart weakens,
The breath tightens,
Every second of absence,
A served death sentence,
Dependant on the breaths you take,
Sacrificing all for your sake,
My existence lies at the feet of your existence,
This love exceeds the sunsets most intense,
I await my breath once more,
This stale air I abhor,
Stifling in the darkness,
Drowning in prior abyss,
Words unspoken,
Oaths taken,
Story still unfolding,
Patient heart surrendering,
I wait for true unity,
Sacred bond of beauty,
Engulf my spirit with your everlasting company,
With you may I thread destiny,
Restore my life with your presence,
Resuscitate my breath with your essence,
As my heart bleeds I continue to plead,
For once again to breathe…

(12-01-07)

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