Poetry 2

Pain

Anger inside hasnt faded

With time i thought it possible

Childhood still haunts me

my faith still inside of me

Cannot escape what has scarred me

Color of my skin still confuses me

cannot suppress this rage

Each bomb that drops increases it

Women, children, screams rings inside of me whilst i sleep

Cannot sleep

Hear the cries, then again

Now i see him

One legged man

No father, many children

Still they laugh, from the Joy of what i don't know

Their innocence blinds this reality

World

Te fleeting nature of this life has dawned upon me

With age i have understood the short time we have left

I tred trough this land with Joy i do not feel

Love is what i seek, the part of me what is not filled

Politics 

They say its for justice

For the greater good

They creat Mischief, yet speak of peace

Their speech eloquent while their hearts falter

They speak of peace, yet create war

Their hearts i do not believe

They are the liars, My Lord speaks the truth

Worship 

To worship is hard, Wood amongst steel

i easily crumble, flake, when scathed

Weak, Vulnerable

Temptation looms before me

To be like steel i try

Poetry 1

On the passers by

Here the call of the Muazzin
People deafened to its Magnificence
Cannot understands its purity
Cannot comprehend its meaning
Or do they ignore it?
In arrogance?
The glitter of the world they fall to, Whilst the callers cry rings on..

in reference to the masses who walk pass the caller of the prayer(Muazzin) in hordes.

To Struggle

Hard is this struggle
In a land that is diseased with the souls of ungodliness
Men who fear, cowards are many
For the one who worships his Lord there is no compromise

In reference to anyone who strives in a land who ultimately hold secular ideals as the primary goal for mankind

The normal muslim

They stare at me with glances of curiosity
You pray? I affirm
A smile stretches across their face
a stranger they have seen
While they carry on in their ignorant state

In reference to the many occasions when i was asked in astonishment "You pray?" As if the questioner was admitting his guilt ... i was angered often by this as i could see by the very question being asked that the worship of God by man was something of an exception .... an i never wanted to be the exception.

The traveller

Tired of this desire and lust that haunts me
Tired of its shackles and chains that embraces me
cannot overcome this affliction that has befallen me
Release me from this anguish, Lord of the heavens and the earth
For i cannot comprehend your magnificence
Glamour and delusions diverts me
Travelled to countries before uttered in bemusement
Into cultures of empires that have perished
but what am i running from
From myself. From my soul, my heart
from which there is no escape