Your Punishment or Our Crime ?

When I cannot do what my mind aspires
I blame my self......
But what if I end doing things which
I never wanted to.......
Am I the guilty or thee......
Is this disobedience your punishment,
Or our crime.....

mashoodkk

Secret of Beauty

When thou gets unveiled
What happens to thine beauty's glory
For it never can touch those zenith
While hidden within the cloaks of mystery

When they put the pen down
Admirers their gaze away
Thine hands and eyes may take it
For the comedy is over.

mashoodkk

For thine eyes I am an impostor

Neither did I change overnight
Nor could I, but for thine sight

Thine hands never came close to my veils
So tender is it that a gentle breeze suffice
And thou now accuse me of hiding my face

For thine eyes I am an impostor
Thou definitely art  no stranger
We all see what we wish to see.

mashoodkk

REFLECTIONS (3.0)

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

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....."

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

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