The Birth of New-man


In the Mist of Night,

Craving never ends.

The moonlit showers ;

The red and white Roses,

Making the flow of stream visible.





Pursuing towards ye meadow,

Yearning for ye shadow;

Of lush green patches,

Of green towered trees,

Of the highest mountain

I ended up into dirty streets.



The world of Today ;

Thy dirty street ,

And I opened up all the ugliness

And sullenness made me died.

I am died!





That is the nature of ambition ,

The darkness in to the passes;

Of men-made cities.

I started to hate it .

I am a part of it.

Part of the dullness and littered lust,

Made a life of calmness.

A dreadful peace it is!



when you are a part of ugly reality,

when all the things are fussy ,

when people are lusty ,

then how can I live ?





But , I have to live and live

After hundred of my deaths ,

I have to live with wounded feet.

yeh! that is the life !



I start to beget it.

My mind 's mirror faded.

It turned into black.

My heart sounding ,"there is a stone"

That's the love of man ;

That's turned out to be mirage.

I am infused in it.

Lost in it,

A new man is born.

Quite Well!~ Here, comes "NO ONE"

Call me! Call me! Call me NO ONE,
If I be slain, say! “Gone is NO ONE.”

Inwardly I reach the fringe of existence,
And I become nothing in my presence,
When I will be shot with death’s gun,
Then, laugh with fun; say “Gone is NO ONE.”

This world, when I ever peep,
Feelings flame, then! I weep,
When I will be burnt like blazing sun,
Take my ashes and run; say, “Fired is NO ONE.”

Look! This air in lost cradle,
In grave beheaded face as fallen apple.
In my cradle and grave will be none,
Go in my prison; say, “liberated is NO ONE.”

Let me dive like drop in ocean,
Find me, for you is the fiction,
When I will be lost in any direction!
Men, this is last option; say, “lost is NO ONE.”


Physical hands are cut, but real?
With blood is the love’s appeal,
You cut my physical feet, cut spiritual,
I look with inner eyes my loved one; say,
“Martyred is NO ONE.”

I must say you are born poet or like wise .your style has aggression and music making your poem classical. write and keep the spirit up .you are able to bring a change

spirituality ...wow last line is awesome .spirituality can`t be cut .ibn-e-temia ke bary me you`ve read??

when his pen was taken ,he was died .

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"Wa tu izzu man-ta shaa, wa tu zillu man-ta shaa"

Thanks, "Book writes itself and writer is the typist." Paolo

Dua Main Yaad!

IBRAHIM IBNE ADHEM R.A!
Bulkh’s King Ibrahim Ibne Adhem,
Governs his palace and the kingdom!
A night bulkh’s king sleeps,
Over roof there feet steps.
Goes up stairs and peeps,
A Man! Lighting eyes keeps.
King sees and gives an order,
“Who are you, oh? Brother?”
“I’m looking for camel, here”
“Oh! Over roof it doesn’t fair”
“Allah here, how you seek, dear?”
In king’s heart fixes love’s fire.
As wanderer came out bulkh’s sire!
DERWAISH like moves in forest,
Recites Allah’s name and no rest.
Takes Shepherd’s clothes, gives royal clothes,
Then loves extremely like moths.
And oaths to recite and pray,
Lives in silence very far away.
Forgets kingdom, prays in freedom,
Allah’s blessings over Ibne Adhem.
Prays fourteen years almost,
Except Allah’s idea all is lost.
Then moves to Makka and Medina,
Loves as DERWISH & DEWANA.
With friends he sits one day,
His son & wife came over clay.
“Here is your father” shouts wife,
Who had left you in infant life.”
All his friends and wife weep,
Infant son faints and does sleep.
When awakes pays to father, salaam!
Hugs and kisses Ibrahim Ibne Adhem.
Father asks “what is your deen”
Answers “deen of RASOOLu ALLAH”
father expresses “ALHUMDULILLAH,
Do you recite holy QURAAN?”
“Yes father, ALLAH is REHMAN.”
Then father goes and moves,
Son not permits, he loves.
Wife shouts, son dies in father’s lap,
Oh! What a misery and mishap.
Then friends plead “what is this?
How death to son did kiss????”
“When for wife and son love awoke,
So oath with Allah had to be broke.
And voice came “is this your love?
This for son is all above,
For my love you did claim,
Do you think this a game?
Love for others equal & same?”
To Allah then I prayed,
Kill me or make him dead.
Pray didn’t accept for I,
But for son and he did die!
If any one ask this question,
“How can father kill own son?”
As to slay, prepared was IBRAHIM A.S!
So is the IBRAHIM IBNE ADHEM.”
THE TRAVELLER!

Joseph to his father in Canaan shall return, don't despair walk on;
and Jacob's hut will brighten with flowers, don't despair walk on.

Aching hearts heal in time, vanished hopes reappear,
the disparate mind will be pacified, don't despair walk on.

As the spring of life grows the newly green meadow,
roses will crown the sweet nightingale's song, don't despair walk on

If the world does not turn to your whims these few days,
cosmic cycles are preparing to change, don't despair walk on.

If desperation whispers you'll never know God,
it's the talk of hidden games in the veil, don't despair walk on.

O heart, when the vast flood slashes life to its roots,
Captain Noah waits to steer you ashore, don't despair walk on.

If you trek as a pilgrim through sands to Kaabeh
with thorns lodged deep in your soul shouting why, don't despair walk on

Though oases hide dangers and your destiny's far,
there's no pathway that goes on forever, don't despair walk on.

My trials and enemies face me on their own,
but mystery always backs up my stand, don't despair walk on.

Hafez, weakened by poverty, alone in the dark,
this night is your pathway into the light, don't despair walk on.

From: 'The Spiritual Wisdom of Hafez

I'm standing' on the bridge
I'm waiting' in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
I'm trying' to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know?
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
I try to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you

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When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.

Every thing round us is an Illusion ,
Following thy themes many times ,
And ruptured heart with pain infusion,
Is nothing ,but Illusion.



Thy frostY ice lingering over trees,
Thy falling of leaves ,
And all scattered gelid petals ,
And glazed masses over mountains ,
Thy have made me alone in glacial night.



I was stuck walking through this frigidity .
I was stuck with walking over solitary fallen leaves,
covered with Ice .
Each thing secluded ;
I am thinking ye road is not safe,
still fearless to walk ,
To make nude things with blanketed Ice.
I was stuck ,having thy blanket .



I met to wood-cutter for burns
But already fired with such woods.
Thy burns lingering and sucking the energy,
And I was near to be ashed .



All of mine clutched into the lips of sea;
Of love and compassion,
Of energy of waves ,
Turned sand-castles into water
And thy water seems to be a reality,
I am In rain ,though winters have no rains

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"Wa tu izzu man-ta shaa, wa tu zillu man-ta shaa"

Despair not my lonely star,

No matter; how far off you are..

Across the distances of time,

Sing of you; my song and my rhyme..

My Lonely Star shines in the dark,

And whispers of my love; lo; hark

The shadows of night will get passed,

The coin of the sun will soon get tossed..

Despair not my lonely star..

Our love will fathom the distances,

Our passion will penetrate through the wall of separation..

The time runs fast; the distances are great,

And eyes shed blood for a glimpse of you,

But despair not my lonely star,


We will meet at the end of days,

That day will assuage our pains and plights..

(Safeer Hussain)

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"So my birth was the first of all my misfortunes". (Jean Jacques Rosseou)

Residing on the bed of beach ,
watched many times waves'breach ,
''Being beseiged by sea or loyality overwhelmed'',I thought .
Who want to live in cage ;
These noisy waves, Or Those beast which inhibit in forests,
''Should I believe snake remains constant in love?''
Or his spouse will never eat its own offspring?'' The two conflicting thougts clashed ,
Like Rain in desert ,
Your thirst will never be quenched ,
Because ,you eat bushes and drink stored-warm
water,
Thy rain has shadowed my body , Like my body has blanketed my soul ,
who can see it in my heart !

"abe to pholoo ko khilna tha ,
bin khiley murjha gae!''

I was realizing it and estimating it true.
Am not True? You 'll say ,no you are not '
because ,atleast deserts can rain ,
There are no rains in them. "

koe mohabbat mangta he,
koe khahish ka na hoona mangta he,
koe zaat e bare tala ko mangta he ,
mujy 'kul' chahey ,zaat chshey Rub ke'' The ultimate story of love starts from rains ,


Then ,Heart starts begetting ,''dil e mayos ko manos-e -tamana na bana,
mery bedaryoo ko khwabe zulekhaa na bana,
Husane yousaf tery jalwoo p nisar ''

I am in between heeding towards third stage of love ,

''Drop all balance of tears in to the ocean of Might ,
Think love of this Hight'' Again ,I turned my head but with change ,
My faith on Might has strenghten!
All things seems to me futile ,
like a garbage of my desires ,
mixed with the mud of my vulgarity of being,
Like, Human are disgusted because of their being. "No respect was maintained ,
No desires were entertained ''
I turned into ash!! ASHES! Only love to Allah

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"Wa tu izzu man-ta shaa, wa tu zillu man-ta shaa"