We all have our insecurities and limitations. But it should be our duty to ensure that they do not escalate into proportions that will inflict irreversible sufferings on others.
mashoodkk
mashoodkk
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Attempted translation of a couplet from VAYALAR
"Never will I be in love with any philosophy
That heeds not the laments of a suffering soul"
The original lines in malayalam
"Snehikkayilla njan ...novumathmavine....
Snehichidathoru tatwashastratheyum....."
That heeds not the laments of a suffering soul"
The original lines in malayalam
"Snehikkayilla njan ...novumathmavine....
Snehichidathoru tatwashastratheyum....."
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
MY PROPHET - THE GARDENER OF THE DESERT
Thou rekindled the spirit of tauhid
From the ashes of thine forefather grand
Held it safe in those cupped hands
Burned it aflame into an alchemist's fire
The shattered pieces of clay transformed
In thine hermetic vessel, perseverant
The inner light twinkled bright
Reverberated through heavenly height
The spark of self became a burning beacon
Over the dark ages like a radiant beam
Bartering tremendum through sleepless nights
An orphan evolved to an emperor of worlds
Lord called thee mercy to the mankind
Gifted us mi'raj the most beautiful night
Oh! the charming gardener of the desert
At thine holy feet, garlands of a billion salute
mashoodkk
From the ashes of thine forefather grand
Held it safe in those cupped hands
Burned it aflame into an alchemist's fire
The shattered pieces of clay transformed
In thine hermetic vessel, perseverant
The inner light twinkled bright
Reverberated through heavenly height
The spark of self became a burning beacon
Over the dark ages like a radiant beam
Bartering tremendum through sleepless nights
An orphan evolved to an emperor of worlds
Lord called thee mercy to the mankind
Gifted us mi'raj the most beautiful night
Oh! the charming gardener of the desert
At thine holy feet, garlands of a billion salute
mashoodkk
Monday, April 16, 2012
OBLIVION AND DISGRACE
Infected is my vision
That Seeks in every corner
Either the futile pride of peacock
Or worthlessness of a worm
Oblivious to one's identity
The eagle wandering like a crow
Eyes ever on altitudes was my creed
Rambling shameless in garbages for feed
mashoodkk
That Seeks in every corner
Either the futile pride of peacock
Or worthlessness of a worm
Oblivious to one's identity
The eagle wandering like a crow
Eyes ever on altitudes was my creed
Rambling shameless in garbages for feed
mashoodkk
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
DEPTHS
Sunken deep, amidst wrinkled brows
Those eyes may soon lose their vision
Yet whenever I look into them
I see myself as I haven't ever before.
mashoodkk
Those eyes may soon lose their vision
Yet whenever I look into them
I see myself as I haven't ever before.
mashoodkk
Saturday, March 10, 2012
DISILLUISION
Eternity crumbling down
To exuberance of a moment
That will never pass
When time will freeze
All the idols turning to dust
Demons and devils burned to ashes
The formless reigning supreme
Bliss and back to the promised land.
mashoodkk
To exuberance of a moment
That will never pass
When time will freeze
All the idols turning to dust
Demons and devils burned to ashes
The formless reigning supreme
Bliss and back to the promised land.
mashoodkk
Saturday, March 3, 2012
MY COUNTRY
Innumerable sleepless night
My mother land spend
Nurturing the infant of wisdom
In the spiritual cradle, warm
Her ever replenishing bosom
Nurtured all with no qualm
Yet the ugly hands of ingratitude
Many a times, made her bleed
Yet as witness unto the world
Stands her soul unconquered.
mashoodkk
My mother land spend
Nurturing the infant of wisdom
In the spiritual cradle, warm
Her ever replenishing bosom
Nurtured all with no qualm
Yet the ugly hands of ingratitude
Many a times, made her bleed
Yet as witness unto the world
Stands her soul unconquered.
mashoodkk
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