Saturday, September 19, 2009

A Sand So Sweet

...For save me from hellfire.." The last words at sunset.
All together the jewel box of pure sand..
A few specs on the finger
The sacrifice of 1400 years from the shores of the mighty battlefield of kerbala
On the lips of the fasting.
A thirst for forgiveness of centuries
All soothed with the few specs of sand so sweet
For at sunset as the moonlight dawns..
Oh so pure as the cool breeze of forgiveness rises.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

After Midnight

As the clock struck one hour past midnight.
A gentle march of the sun on the other.
Anwar, Aqmar, Azhar, Lulua and Juyushi -
glimmer in the first rays of the sun
The Night of Power cleansing the soul.
A Fresh Day rises - after more than a 1000 nights
For only we wish we are there
Open arms welcome to the stones of ages.
For the kings made it so that we can benefit
The angels have decended.
Welcome welcome as the dawn breaks in the Night of Power,
a journey of ages ends here.

Friday, September 11, 2009

A Night of Power

A trickling rain as the emotions flow
The night of power approaches
As the sun sets and angels prepare
The sky seemingly smiles in a golden orange glow
A gift of a 1000 nights all in one
Prepare the vessel for the rain will pour
The spirits will rise
Forgiveness in hearts
A message to be delivered
Peace, The Night of Power till dawn

The Shores of Euphrates

For millenia the waters of knowledge flowed along the glorious euphrates.
Awaiting the ultimate sacrifice.
Blood would spill on its shores..
An ultimate sacrifice to dispell the myth and keep the truth.
Today two domes tower..between a courtyard of forgiveness.
The king in one and the loyal commander on the other.
A vessel of water he did not manage, for when he fell he may have fallen short.
But the water spilled soaked the courtyard of grace.
Forever linking The Forgiver with his Master.
For eternity this courtyard between them,
A heaven on earth connected by the spilled water of long.
Verily the two shimmering domes today await the arrival of The Commander.
Once again He shall renew this courtyard with images of Kerbala.
Hail from Kerbala the news we wait.
Najaf and Kufa are not too long away,
He will pay homage.
May it be soon that we drink once more at the shores of the great euphrates.

Sail On!

A ship sailing through rough sees, all aboard gazing through the stormy clouds peering at a gray horizon. a blink of light and a shipmate sounds an alarm "shore shore..we are here." The captain says, "do not get distracted by the lights of a desert, the destination is long and trust me we shall sail through this storm together, sail on sail on with me, I have been to our promised land."