"DEAR MASTER"

It’s me here,

Bashfully lower my gaze,

Whenever,

Your gentle finger tips,

Touching over my hard,

Physical surface,

Turning over one by one,

Pursing references,

And then to the,

Content of the chapters,

Under various subtopics,

I saw your eyes strain,

Whirling to reddish in color

As you stare at me without,

Single eye blinking,

Pondering on me,

By dressing me up with,

Transference material,

That could see through,

My physical appearance,

I knew how much you adore me,

You used to read me through,

Many time till you satisfied,

Yet assent to,

Do as much as you,

Wanted to,

As I knew you hardly live without,

Holding me,

As your inevitable desire over me,

Hankering thirst over me,

That never ends,

You recognize by your heart,

The more you get closer to me,

The more you want to know me,

Your endless eagerness over me,

And many more alike me,

You have been spent,

Endless days and nights,

With me,

Each day of after work,

Hastening domicile

Just to be with me,

All alone,

In the study room,

By locking yourself,

Yet I am old and delicate,

As you knew that,

I am your first admirer,

Before many of them came to your,

Office table,

I am proud to be yours,

I still like the way you,

Go through with others,

A lot alike me,

I adore your intuitional,

Ability that enchanting

Knowledge from me,

I have perceive that,

The more you input knowledge,

The more you output,

For others usage,

I knew for certain,

Some day you will be a great person,

To the dear mankind

With honor and respect,

I knew it,

Very first begging that we met,

Even you were on the bed,

With the stoned eyes,

Hold me tight,

Till you close your eyes,

Sprang out with sudden fallen,

Of slumbering,

I still remember you kept me,

Under your head rest,

Some time hidden below,

Your blanket,

While you’re sleeping,

Listening to melody,

Of your gentle breath,

Oh master,

Master of intelligence

I promise you that,

I will be with you till your last breath,

I have been silently witnessing,

The moment dear angels,

Came to tenderly,

Departed your soul from,

The physical body,

Oh master of readers,

If I were to cry,

I would have faded away,

As you knew that,

I am old and flimsy,

Sooner or later,

I will be remain silently,

In the national museum,

While thousands of people,

Visiting me,

I would be proud to hear that,

You have been used me at all the time,

I would not mind even if they,

Called me mistress of,

Reading master,

But now I am here,

Watching you from the,

Top shelf,

Your motionless body,

Remain calm and peace,

As last meeting of your life

I can feel the coldness of death,

I never want you to

Suffer with freezing cold,

If would ever have a chance

Got into wood burner

I would have gone,

As much time as I could,

Turn myself onto sparkling fire,

To keep you warm,

But how could I?

Without holding me,

With your hand,

If you were to read me now,

You would have get fuming at me,

As none has the ability to,

Hold onto mistress like me,

As the way you did,

This isn’t an end of the journey,

You will be,

Meeting up with,

You’re Lord,

Who taught you how to write?

And how to read,

Ahead of your expedition,

Away to eternity,

Don’t you vacillate?

My dear master

I will be there to witness,

On behalf of you,

When the king of the mankind,

Arrives on his podium,

To inquiry you,

What you have done with,

Your precious time,

What you have done for His slaves,

Even if the Lord of the world,

Wrath on me,

Burn me into ashes,

I will be witnessing,

On behalf of you,

Till He rises you to the heaven,

As your Lord is my Lord too.

Good bye master,

For now,

I am your sincere,

Mistress of book,

“Nationalism, secularism and Muslims”

Instantaneous later than

A call for a,

Prayer,

A call for,

Success,

Gusts of gentle wind,

Enclosed worshipers,

By the Unseen “Angels”

Men in white,

And women in black,

Hiding behind the veils,

Standing shoulder to shoulder,

While, leading men at front rows,

Where, consequently women in back rows,

Resembling

Obedient, disciplined soldiers,

Praising the “Lord”,

With a directive of chief,

Breaking down the silence,

By then,

Rustle noise of apparel,

Keep moving melodiously,

Poor and rich,

Black and white,

Doesn’t it show the

“Oneness of Lord”

In the midst of,

“Nationalism”

Manipulated Egotism,

Scuttling through,

The bloody vain,

Community of,

We and us,(Muslims)

Turned into

I, me and myself

National flag and,

National hymn,

High, low and,

Class verses Caste Conflict,

Slavery & untouchable,

Imposed the law

By the Lord of Estate,

There from west

He’s of south,

I am from Asia,

Another one,

Europe,

Wrecks a progression,

Among Muslims

Turning a new page of,

Secularism,

Fallacy idea of western,

Nation,

Give what you owe to king,

And give what you owe to Caesar,

Religion, soul and worldly affair

Falls apart into pieces,

Passed out to Muslims,

Into the conflict,

Worldly desire,

The fast growing,

Universal religion,

In the interior,

Of hidden divergence,

Split into,

Varied huddles,

With a silent,

Development of,

Contemporary society

Footing against,

Community breakdown,

Five pillars of Islam,

Along with,

Six mast belief,

Faithful ones,

Struggling to,

Glue them back

That has been made,

Fight harder,

Unseen evil force,

Ever than before,

Permission and prohibition,

Misconception of moderation,

Longing into,

Heart of Muslims,

Frustration and depression,

Distraction and misguidance,

Have been made,

Tasks of,

Fiend along with brute,

Demon and evils,

Much easier to,

Down for the count,

…….Onto the hell fire……

“PRAYER”

Prayer is the,

School of discipline,

Unity & solidarity,

Not the physical body,

That needs a prayer,

Indeed,

The spirit that required worship,

Prayer is the

Unseen technological network,

Of free access to thy “Lord”

Is the only way to,

Purify the human soul,

Which reflecting,

Luminous beauty in,

Physical appearance,

Magnify ability of prayer,

Connects everyone to,

The universe,

It is the best known,

Model to be,

&

It has always been

United in the,

Same purpose again & again,

You find no,

Inequality vs. discrimination,

Caste vs. class system,

Feudalism vs. communism,

Have you not seen the,

House of the “Lord”

Is the symbol of ,

Universal gravity,

Which drag everyone in to,

The same direction,

While recitation conduct,

By the identical language,

Every single click of clock hand,

Continues flow of,

Universal timeline,

“Glory to be thy Lord’

As prayer is the expression,

That a World of harmony,

Would be established only,

By turning to “Allah”

Never be too late,

Accomplish our soul purpose,

…… By turning to “Allah”……

"THE SPIRIT"

THE SPIRIT

A law which has got an independent being,

A law of metaphysical world,

The unseen essence of the,

Physical body,

Is the magnificent spirit

By the commandment of my “Lord”,

The existence of the spirit was conformed,

Yet its quintessence was not expound

As it is unfeasible for human,

Perception to grasp,

Mercy of my “Lord”,

Know through by reasoning,

That every task it has got a doer,

Consequently,

Pondering the splendid,

Work called cosmos,

It has ability to,

Recognizes its creator,

As it bears out that,

Without a producer,

No production will take place,

Which Symbolize the,

Existence of an invisible essence,

Wonderful spirit,

King of the,

Physical state,

It is conscious & luminous,

Neither separate nor can destroyed it,

Core of the physical body,

It governs the human organs,

How does brain functions,

If there is no invisible energy,

Neither eyes or nor hand could move,

Without essence of spirit,

Oh’ ye spirit it has no particular place,

It is here or there,

It is everywhere,

It could be external or internal,

It is neither close nor too far

Oh my “Lord” how innovative is you,

No human perception could imagine,

Or no scientific empirical,

Ever determine,

What is look alike?

It is you,

Only you know,

What we not know my “Lord”

It has the ability to handles,

Everything at the same time,

One thing does not hinder,

From another,

It symbolizes the,

Law of nature,

If law of nature ware conscious,

The spirit as an existence being,

Wore a garment,

Of physical body,

And it cavernous core,

Of human being,

We may not know but,

It is aware of own existence,

For that reason,

It is aware of its creator,

The spirit exist with commandment of “Lord’

Realize with its sense,

Comprehend with its mind,

Decides & analyses with cognizant,

Remembers with its memory,

Plan with its imagination,

Not the eyes that cries even if

Rolling down tear on the face,

But the spirit that cries,

Holding on to anguish,

The magnificent spirit,

Accomplished in distinguishing,

Both seen & unseen world,

Authenticity relation of the,

Body and the spirit,

If truth be told marvel

Reasoning with its rational,

Love with its heart,

All the actions and reactions,

Are restricted on the body,

What the body can do,

Is not sufficient enough to,

Accept an existence of ‘GOD”

Not the physical body that need to beautify,

But the spirit is need to be purify,

As when the death is arrive,

Spirit will be departure,

The physical body,

Composed to the earth,

And the spirit will be,

Arise to the eternity,

We human here on this earth,

Not to beautify the physical body,

But to purify our soul,

Transitory to perpetuity,