MY LOVE TO YOU

O my comrades, friends and allies!
Here I come your path again.
I still have this huge soulful hug.
Definitely, my bag of smiles is full as well.
I am yet happy that upon you I call again.

My heart greets your heart.
My mind has not been able to forget you.
As my words defy my yearning for secrecy.
So then let me tell you about today.

O body of my comrades, friends and allies!
Borrow me these minds and hearts for just a while.
With them I would love to have a talk.
Yes! It shall be brief and straight too.

Listen to me you who have ears.
Watch you bearers of eyes.
And if you can smell this that is good also.

The old man walked extremely slowly in difficulty today.
That lady is so sick she cannot utter a word now.
That rich man now begs by the streets.

Are you with me o you!
Pay attention to each of my words.
Listen, watch, smell and feel as much as you can.
Up and down she goes for time is no more her pal
And wait...just wait...wait just a little more...
He died! He did! He finally did die!

Perhaps I should stop or may be go forever on with my tales.
For what has been said have been said.
What will be said are many and yet to come

O body of my comrades, friends and allies!
Take you back your minds and hearts.
For my talk with them suddenly has ended.
Were they to think, reflect and ponder!
That I wish, pray and hope.
For life is a miracle and a parable to unravel

Make a choice whilst my gratitude to you I show.
O my comrades, friends and allies!
This is indeed my love to you which I show.

RMRS (Muharram, 1436)
www.rubabawords.blogspot.com

The Stars

Talking about stars

The ones we call celebrities

Talking about people worth walking the red carpet

The people who bring Goosebumps to our skin

Talking about men and women of true fame

And what are these names I hear?

The names of people who do these acts

The people who walk these miles

The names of people who talk these stuffs

What are these names I hear?

Why can’t I see the glittering of their glow?

Why am I not seeing the flames of their fame?

Why are my Goosebumps not giggling?

Why is my heart not exhilarated in excitement?

Why am I unable to feel the penchant of their presence?

Subhaanallaah! Subhaanallaah! Subhaanallaah!

No! They are not my stars

Yes! Those names which you mention

And I do not wish even to mention their names also

Subhaanallaah! Subhaanallaah! Subhaanallaah!

They are not my men and women of fame

So let me tell you about those who have won this heart

Men and women whose famous flames I still feel

Yes, so many are long gone and so many still live

They who teach me this life and this death

The companions of the best of men and them who follow suit

RMRS (Muharram, 1436)

www.rubabawords.blogspot.com

THEY LIVED

They walked this world
They danced these songs
They wore these clothes
They wrote these words
They smiled this happiness
They cried these tears
They swam in their time
They looked to the future
They had dreams
They made plans
They had problems
They coined solutions
They prayed
They played
They had all the haves
They did all the dos
But?
Today, they are dead
Will you and I then not take heed?
Will you and I not then choose to be wise?
Will you and I then not take advantage of now before later?
To the mind that is alive?
Something to think about!

RMRS, Muharram (1436)