I begin my month and year / In the name of your Meem Dear / Embrace me, curse not / Grant me, withhold not
Why this imbalance on Love-scale? Why make lover’s face go pale? What is the basis for this bias? What lesson to take for the pious?
If any ask to rank our journey/ Till now, from then/ God be my witness/ I’d say: ten out of ten
‘These young angels had no rockets to launch
Nor even rocks at the enemy to toss
These were just little Davids
Armored with nothing but innocence
How then could the Goliath kill
With wounds their bodies fill?
MY greatest favor doesn’t end
With the event of Beloved’s ascend
Even as I brought him to my Holy Presence
I let him return to your humble human planet… Mi’raj poem
True pearls are not shelved on the unreachable jewellery stores / Rather, they are the Big Hearts which arrive on the poor’s shores… On Sheikha Jawaher’s reach out to the paediatric cancer patients in the low and middle income countries
As it loses touch with the real Possessor / Fall, if you can, into the arms of a lover / And break free the flood of innocent tears / Captived for long in the eye-reservoir
Nightingale’s song today is melodious like never before
Rose’s cheeks today blushes like never before
Who like Mandela will give us skin-deep dreams
Who like Chavez will kindle us to fight enemies
Who again will reveal tales of spy and pry
Truth is hidden in the PRISM of Intelligent Lies
Creative freedom is proportionate to the price one can afford to pay.