THE FIEND

The night is quiet, dreadfully dark
Not a star in sight nor a dog does bark

A poor man on the street is walking
Oblivious to the fiend behind him stalking 

He walks with footsteps quieter than death
Fear his raiment, fowl is his breath

He pounces and digs his teeth in the skin
The man fights back but cannot win

The hopeless thing desperately trying
Feeling listless it is now crying


No one to help him in the losing fight
None to avert that fatal bite


Drinking blood the fiend’s basking in joy 
Strangling poor soul as it were a toy


A perverted smile upon those lips
Crimson fluid from which still drips,


Wiping his face he leaves with a grin
He feels no guilt no weight of sin


Don’t tread this path don’t walk this way
Coz mortal men here demons slay 

p.s I wrote this back in 2008 as my take on suicide bombings and acts of terror occurring in the country at that time, Today these words keep coming back to me and they keep haunting me 

A GOOD BYE NOTE

Quite often a good bye note is not

All of what the name suggests

Sometimes a prayer, at times a cry

Longing to stay, a final grasp

A desperate measure, refusal to restart

A burning desire, a yearning heart

A fading memory, a lasting sight

A losing battle, an unending fight

A bridge of straws to near the gap 

While at times it nearly is

Kind of what the name adverts

A final nail in a dead man’s coffin

Dying words of once healthy relation

An ode to times that no longer are

Tribute to memories that shall just be that 

And then my friends there comes a time

When all it is, Is a feeble attempt

To rest the heart, to find some end

A shot at closure, to conclude an attempt…

To stitch a wound to burn a boat

Funny lil thing a goodbye note 

P.s just got done finishing this up 12:42 23/7/14 crude I know but then again I'm no superman or maybe I am :P any ways thanks for reading :D

A FLAW IN HIS PLANS THERE CANNOT BE

Flames of rage within me roared,
Oblivious to what destiny for me stored

The heart was on fire the soul perplexed
Mind was confused utterly vexed

Hither and thither I looked for signs
While portents of His mercy were right in my face

I prayed to God and all went right 
Like pieces of a jigsaw falling into place 

Allah Almighty Omnipotent is He
A flaw in his plans there cannot be



p.s
Another one from 08 :) it was that kind of a year 

THOU ART OUR DEITY

Tokens of God's greatness present All around,

Lying here and there waiting to be found

A fact unnoticed yet sublime,

Shadows Prostrating all the time

None as mighty as thee my Lord 

Hamstrung are we without thy Accord 

It seems as if our end is nigh

the souls are dead our prayers are dry

Beneath the sins our faith is crumbling

give us strength Oh Lord! We're stumbling

Thy Mercy we hope for Thy wrath we fear

If you don't help us our doom is near

We supplicate to Thee, Thou art our deity 

Dress us Oh lord in the Raiment of piety 

p.s

It's crude and probably technically not very appealing but it is something that I wrote in the Ramadan of 08 

and the thought that I should put it up just hit me today :)

WHAT AM I

What am I a puppet of clay
I am the hunter I am the prey

Hunter of happiness prey to desire
All I need is someone to admire

My existence so trivial as in ocean a ripple 
My quest for modesty my arrogance does cripple

With a heart so feeble I deem I am great
At war with the universe challenging the fate

The world all round, me colossal and huge 
It is a calamity it is the refuge

I am the devil I am a saint 
I hate deception I love to feint

I am a specie, now known as man
A hellish enemy a loving clan!