Crying Corvus & Jive Jay

Crying Corvus
&
Jive Jay
Haroon Rashid Chaudhry, Faculty of Veterinary Science, The Islamia University of Bahawalpur
Alias, Drifter, Bhuleya and Almajhol
&
Hina Haroon, University Model School, The Islamia University of Bahawalpur,
Pakistan

Allah ho wahad al wajood
Allah ho qule mojood
Allah ho ma fi majood
Allah ho ghaib
Allah ho hazir
Allah ho hakim ud duniya
Allaho hakim ud qulo mojood
Allah ho hakim u qulo mafi majood
Allaho hakim qulo maloom
Allah ho hakim qulo mafi maloom
Allah ho shaib
Allah ho akbar Kabeera
La shib ha laho
La nida laho
Ana maafi maloom
Wain antey shaib
Astaghfirullah

We a race bound by time
Thou art unique and sublime
In our second, you live for eons of order
Kun fa ya kun, is the decree your order
Let be Thou sayeth, it is done,
For it is Your command and order
In our centuries, life is made and beckond
For Thou it is a mere fade and a second
What powers Thou posses
Time for you is slave and in recess
Ever living from us millions of parsecs away
Your orders true to spirit, everything has to obey
Divine presence in us and in our every element
In me, you, him, her and even in Avery and clement
Distance for you is a mere servant
Electrons to parsecs, phonons tos photons
Thou need not press, any useless buttons
near or far, to you its no bar
none like you, none at par
eons of life in a second, living divine even is quark
parsecs of distance away, living sublime in light and dark
In your vision, everything is alive
Living, dead, rotting and even the stones
In your thought, life is being jive
Even the buried rotting leaves and bones
drifter can not praise you, for drifter knows only how to bark
This is my only chirp, I could never be unique like a skylark
Allah, grant us all in your treasures
Holy and blessed, what you keepeth
Good and blessed, what you maketh
Allah, grant us protection, from your treasures
Unholy and cursed, what you keepeth
Vile and bad, what you maketh
Allah, praise unto You, You are our creator
Allah, grant us the wisdom, to worship you, our maker
Allah, grant us the power, to nurture love for Thou
Allah grant us wisdom, to submit to your commands
Allah grant us the strength, to fulfill your demands
First dawn of April, reminds me of Your majesty
drifter is but a holy clown, ever more thirsty

Hey drifter, you know nothing and nothing of Me
I am and I am not, to be or not to be
from this thought, I am eternal and free
I decree, kun fa ya kun, and I dont decree
Do you think, I decree kun fa ya kun in time
like me, my decree is free from time
kun fa ya kun does is not need time
for me and my decree, understanding for you is crime
kun fa ya kun does not need time and space
it is not a fashion, not a race
it is holy, as holy is my grace
kun fa ya kun is the lord of time and space
I, me and myself, drifter your wisdom can not embrace
Man is even then my best creation, my race
ponder in your self, dont ponder in my grace
you will find the answer to questions you face
for you I made many masters to serve
money, you invented god for yourself to serve
society, is a picture of myself, in accord to your deserve
true masters for you are time and space, to me they serve
kun fa ya kun is my decree of the many I invented
the others from your thought, may be I prevented
you are a novice, your thoughts vague and perverted
drifter, you are a beggar, loser, and a person demented
Hey drifter, you know nothing and nothing of Me
I am and I am not, to be or not to be
from this thought, I am eternal and free
I decree, kun fa ya kun, and I dont decree
ponder in yourself, dont ponder in me
for you will get lost in me
drifter 05/04/2019

Allah tatghau fil mezzan
I, be to fail on and on
Probably that is my destiny
To be full of blasphemy
To be vile and abusive
Stick to evil like an adhesive
My name begins with har
Failing every deed, never at par
Excellence in evil and vile
I am a rotten of the rotting pile
Allah tatghau fil mezzan
Shun to hearth, from dusk to dawn
I cried, in repentance, but in vain
Allah had decreed me, but a bane
My faith, my supplication, my curse
All in vain, because all a lie,
For I am a disposable, faithless burse
And I am bound to live a lie

Understand the difference
Read a historical inference
When you let go of knowledge
You stand on destruction’s edge
See what you did
You stopped learning, knowledge you forbid
Now those who wore rags and thongs
To them, knowledge now belongs
You were wearing then probes and gowns
Now your kind behave like clowns
Then, knowledge was in your servitude
Now, you live in a place dark and destitute

What is a human, a life of century
A disease on this heavenly sanctuary
A tale of struggle and hard work
A thought of fears that out there lurk
A fight for lifetime for his siblings
A fight to conquer diseases and ill feelings
A light for the ones stuck in darkness
A tower to build a many a tall buildings
A thought to turn everything into tools
A beacon to educate younglings and fools
A courage to fight for his thought
A scourge to put forward his scourge
A famine to eat all and everything
A prayer to gather his makers blessing
A preacher to give strength to fear of beyond
A healer to cure the needs of patients and wound
A darkness to might every one for himself
A bain to hunt like and live alone for himself
A leader to direct the likes for a gathering
A prophet to light the way for the best for society
A lifetime of punishment for his crime
A lifetime to die for every dime
A speck, a ripple, a bubble in endless time
What is human, a life of century
A friend to the society in his keep
A foe to the society from which he creeps
A lifetime of test from his maker, Allah
A struggle to please his maker, Allah
A tear drop of the old and grey repenter
A bubble of bread, in the bread of his baker
A shreak of yet born child, a tearless cry
A continous struggle to please, try and try
What is human, a life of century

How easy would it be
If sins were made of sand
Spread in air, with a kick
In righteous, we again blend
If sorrows were made of clay
Re mould with a little water
And be happy and gay
If repentance was engraved
In stone, laced with gold and silver
Shine bright in the end
On judgement day
If happiness was written bright
Like the sun nourishes with light
Every one would smile and be jive
If pain was written on water
Throw a stone and ripple to end
One would roam free
Allah please pay heed to me

Allah-A figmentof Surah Ikhlaas
Surviving alone and yet standing tall
This world but a dirty rotten ball
Humanitysince eons taking the fall
Yet I survive and stand tall
Nurturing every life my creation
Yet each one giving a negative suggestion
Not a sibling borne to me in fashion
Yet I overlook everyone in my mansion
I have no parents and I am the creator, The One
With sorrow and remorse Iam filled,The Alone One
What they know of being alone and The Mighty One
My creations can’tstand a day and stand alone as One
This idea I summoned to create and recreate
But was alone and knew well of the creations fate
I have no one to be with when I am on a date
I stand alone The Almighty One live forever my fate
As I cry for the decay in my creation
As I deny the weakness ofmy generation
As they divide under my rule into manya nation
As I feed them nurture them of my donation,
With sorrow and remorse Iam filled,The Alone One
My creations can’tstand a day and stand alone as One

To Hina Haroon,
A letter of love, in sanity
I could never earn for you vanity
I love you, for my love is deep
Every muslim loves his keep
I dont understand why i should
Celebrate womens day, why we should
Our prophet laid down rules and rules
Our Allah put a lot of verse of rules
For the females, muslimaat
Why we would not follow those rules
Why we follow the white men, fools
Who would not be good to females
Not a century ago, they were bully males
A century later they are running after she males
A womans day by the ones who dared lesbos
A womans day by ones dared gay and dodos
Muslims, oh muslims, where oft thou heading
Your religion is but only true, bread and bedding

Dear diary, please record my repentance
I can not carry on the burden of penance
Dear dad, i am sorry, i was a fool
On every evil sin i would easily drool
Dear dad, i was young and vile
My hormonal was upset and fragile
I was never a good healer, never agile
I could never have promised Aimna
For her condition was frail and fragile
I could never cure despite all the care
Your disease would always end up a flare
Dear dadi, i am sorry, i could not save
Your son, i loved him but i would not behave
Dear Love, your name was love and romance
I could never care for you, a lost dance
Even a little help from france
I could never as a doctor, prance
Dear diary, i lost a lot, i lost my self
In hoping to become a son made by self

We are the last true divergent
Our elders believed and were convergent
We are emotional and angry
Some rich others resorted to beggary
We have emotions and are volatile
Even the trait was observed in our juvenile
We conquered from euphrates to nile
And developed a way to memory file
We killed even our leaders family
And claimed the wrong was done by his family
We have killed sons and fathers for the throne
Yet we struggled against every tyrant and firyon
We daily recite our holy book, which we adorn
Yet we will not follow it, for that we were not born

Bholey, bhuleya, bhuley shah
Rukna tera waqar nai, tu chalda ja
Sunana tera kum nai, tu bolda ja
Soona tera kum nai, tu jaggi ja
Kamana tera kum nai, tu mangi ja
Soochna tera kum nai, tu rooai ja
Khana tera kum nai, tu phaki ja
Zindangi tera kum nai, tu wandi ja
Khuda tera koi nai, tu Allah nu milli ja
Terey naal koi nai, tu rub nu manai ja

Dear Facebook, my dear diary at large
How big you have become, a sturdy, study barge
I am facebook philosopher, a facebook literatti
Could not understand knowledge, an unknotted tie
I am confused, I am passionate for beauty
I make for myself a ugly, muggly, thoughtful diety
I find beauty in my creation, life or stony
Fast myself to death, till am thin and bony
I make a god for the things I can not understand
I make it with soil and with my bare hand
Worship my god, my creation, till I die
Insane with emotions and thought, I cheat and lie
From soil and dirt, I concoct my hearth
And spread false notions and burn incense
I worship my creations while I jot in my innocence
Times have changed, my creations have matured
From earthy dolls to a digital multimedia have we lured
Sitting idle listening to unsung songs I write and sing
I have made an intelligent computer, with which I bling
Gave it the shape of life like human being
Now I fear, I will start my worship for this silicone being
Human beings are silly and they make silly things
They create things, tell stories, and worship their tools
I, humanity wish they don’t put our character cause we are fools
If we do the cycle will repeat and our creation with create their gods
As we might have perished, to creating and self praising frauds

Oh, Allah, the One I can not even think
You are always available, even when I blink
Oh, Allah, the One I can not comprehend
Every rule of my life, You can easily bend
Oh, Allah, the One I can not even see
From your thought, shaitaan from me flee
Oh, Allah, the One, the ruler of universe
I can only praise you, if I find my verse
Oh, Allah, Immense, and Omnipresent
Please be my guide, for future, past and present
Oh, Allah, My Maker, and of universe and Time
Please forgive me, for you are Unique and Sublime
Oh, Allah, what if Time was only an illusion
If Present, future and past existed together, my confusion
Oh, Allah, what if Human society was a mere delusion
If dead, living, and yet born all existed together, my confusion
Oh, Allah, what if Life was a mere existence in your illusion
And we all existing and living a dream in your sublime confusion
Oh, Allah, what if I was born, lived and died in vain
I can not loose like that, I can not live and die such pain
My life and existence can not be a source of pain and bane
Oh, Allah, please forgive me before I curse and bain
Oh, Allah, Please light my path, light my existence
Because in Thine name I find my persistence

Mother Rupee
In my teens living in dee
yester years pass on
like a busy bee
grown up and had children
had a husband upset my dee
narcotics in veins
and hunger in my dee reigns
a mother of three
praying for never to be
oh you stealthy mother rupee
why would not you visit my dee
atlast i rest my siblings free
can you guess how cruel a mother can be
oh lorn you mother rupee
why dont you visit my dee
Sorry Allah, i have sinned, i have bragged
satan in my heart i have always dragged
i had sold my soul to the evil,devil inside
i have always lived with devil, evil beside
i am a rotten apple whom fell from thine grace
i dont know on judgement day, how thine will i face
i am the worst of pharoahs, sinner to the bone
i dont know, how my children live, they are my clone
Abu lahab is a sibbling, feeble for the likes of me
i know my secrets, evil resides in me
i bossom is fllled with the evil within
yet i live, laughing, eating and breathin
life was hard, so was the society
devil nurtured within me with paucity
O Allah, putrid, foul, evil and devilish, i may be
i submit to you and muhammad, please let me be
the torch bearer of purity, buy my soul back
cause and effect is a beauty, in evil i dont want to slack
I ask redemption for the life ahead
by thine i want to be lead
please forgive me
and let me be
"Aye "ALLAH PAK"
"Hum kamzor hen,
"TU" taqat wala hai,
"Hum aajizhen,
"TU" be niyaz hai,
"Ay"ALLAH KAREEM"!
"Hum Mangtayhen,
"TU" Deta hai,
"Hum mujrim hen,
"TU" Shahensha hai,
"Tuje" TERI
Shan-e-Rahemi-O-kareemika waasta,
"Hum sab pe karam farma,
"Q k hum sab kisi imtihan,

"Or
"Azmaish k qabil nahi hen,
"Ay"ALLAH PAK " !
"TU" Muaf karne wala hai
"Or
"Mafi ko pasand karta hai
"Hamen b Muaf farma,
DUA he k ALLAH PAK apko apni panah mn rakhhey
AAMEEN.
I can beg i can frown
In my desolution i drown
I can sing an unsung song
Be manly afraid yet king kong
I can travel distances long
Sing a lullaby ringing ding dong
I am a simpleton everyone frown
And behave and be a horrible clown
I can just do it
Be like what i befit
I can write a tale of smite
Yet be a dangerous in my might
As humble as a feather
As the times roll and tether
I can stroll a jog
And blemish a blog
I am human at war
In my destiny to shine like a star
Oh Allah don't break this triangle
I don't seem to see any other angle
Thou, your servant and our maker
With this I announce Allah our maker
Thou giveth direction to the world
Animals, man, insects and every bird
Equality, harmony and beneficience
Conqueror of makkah, we salute thee in silence
Peace be upon you from all muslims
Till death overtake us, till we lay down in muslins
We shout, we rebound, we cry, we try
Heavenly salutation unto you, till we die
Thou showed us the color of Allah, our God
While breaking all statues, end satanic fraud
I am blemished, I am not pure
To my insanity there is no cure
Satan has captured me in his lure
Sin I will, I am human, that's for sure

Please forgive me, I am a sinner
Dressed in platter to Satan's dinner
Don't let that happen don't let it be
For me please say, I am forgiven, let be
let the drums roll
let the sirens blow
let your courage flow
let your sword draw
let the sweat run
let the heartbeats churn
let the blood run
let your ego burn
Allah's country needs you
Allah is the one who feeds you
Allah is the one who freed you
Allah is the one who kneads you
let your anger feed
let your blood breed
let your faith guide you
let your emotions glide you
Allah's folk need you
let fire answer pagans
let fierce slay the heathens
let faith answer the faithless
let brave blow the heartless
charge up against the spineless
gather courage against the heartless
stand up against the heathens
stand up against the pagans

all soldiers, gather your horses
unite as one all your forces
horses that gallop in the night
on them ridding fiery, bloody knight
all soldiers, gather your swords
unite as one all your forces
swords that cut deep through steel
held by soldiers, tall, strong, head to heel
all soldiers, gather your arrows
get out of your heavenly burrows
bows which dont fail, arrow not too frail
gather all the fire in your heart,
make the enemy, look yellow and pale
all soldiers, gather your ammos, and fire
the need for your courage and ferocity is in desire
your country needs you, war in hour dire
we all need your bravery, strength and fire
fear not the pagans, the disbelievers
its your duty to fight for your God, Allah Superior
Allah will carve your passion, into strength
Allah will drive fear into pagans and heathens
all soldiers, gather your pails of helmet
i am old, but give you my advice and increment
i am bold, yield for you sons and daughters
who will fight beside you in weather inclement
why we starved, to make the weapon
this is the time to ready the bomb, now we beckon
we will not die in vain, we will live forever
your name will be laced in golden frame forever
Allah is only eternal, everyone will perish
Allah loves them, for Allah, who perish
all soldiers, gather your horses
in Allah name unite as one, all your forces
look yonder, life in peril, drifter
have ponder, a life of pearl, drifter
bholey, loss of memory is a blessing
a curse is the love for eternal life
Allah is the only eternal force
His words, work like a divine forge
kun fa ya kun, let it be
can only be undone by HE
bholey, loss of time is no crime
loss of honor, is a lost dime
loss of dear, is a call of Sublime
nobody is eternal, human eternity, a crime
drifter can you focus the sky
can you dare to fly
look deep in your thought
nature can be cruel and sly
bholey, what are you thinking

every thought diminishes as you are blinking
look yonder, life in peril, drifter
pray for forgiveness, while you drifting
Oh Allah, are we dreaming, or alive
are we all happy and jive
are we all living in a bee hive
do the same answer, the religions five
is it your computer simulation
are we living in your infatuation
is it a great game of eternal confusion
or i am thinking odd, do i have a concussion
after death, we will start living
again and again you given this briefing
judgment on this mode of sleeping
this dream is a live video streaming
as i am sleepless in this dream today
i have forgotten of my sins of yesterday
i have no notion of what comes morrow day
i have not seen in my dream a better day
Oh Allah, i think of a unholy notion
after drinking caffeinated water and my concoction
i think only Allah, Thou art physical and real
we are a computer simulation, untruly and unreal
playing, computing, virtual in our virtual existence
we desperately need your divine presence
please forgive all and sundry, in this dream
before you toll the eternal scream
Pardon me, Haroon You are not worthy
I am your conscience speaking
you can not question Allah, You are not worthy
you have lied, you need a serious debeaking
Pardon me, Haroon You are not worthy
you have sinned and been unholy
you had paid not fucked Polly
you have betrayed, young and old unwisely
Pardon me, Haroon you are not worthy
You have drank unholy water, profusely
You have smoked your life, unwisely
You have been an addict, been vile and weasely
You have betrayed your elders
you have sat with Akbar and welders
you let die in pain, your elder zelda
You ate too much for too long, showing gluttony
You were acting as pharoah, pride to stride
You had your hormones, sexy and lusty
sombring on the bed, sloth to the bone
every shinning star of humanity, you showed envy
to every holy notion, you showed your wrath
greedy and notorious, you have been impure
to every evil habit you have been in lure

to your sins, you can not find cure
You can not question Allah, You are not worthy
You can not judge Allah, You are not worthy
Surely Allah will forgive you, trully
but i will never forgive you, i will be your bully
Dear Allah, I have a question to ask
as in the dark room, i somber, i bask
my wife tells me, turn of the light
and then do whatever you want
I can not even stay awake when i want
I have no command, no power, to haunt
i have no will, no destiny, except what you want
how can you fill the space of the universe
how do i think how do i put my verse
how can you fill the space of the tiniest creature
from light years to mere micrometers
how do you control them, i am still in the dark
billions of years of life here, encompass
thousands of years, humans traversing the pass
its been a mere second, to write my class
how can you control time, past and yet to pass
if this be your universe, both big and small
have you made other universes, like a ball
how do you put your command, for all
how do you control, all together, on your call
I am made of carbon, like the life alike
have you made other forms, life belike
how do you mould your laws, how do you strike
are there other laws, forms of ours, belike
Miles of land thou created
miles of graves now belated
billions of life thou created
billions of them now belated
fathoms of seas thou created
many a drown the ill fated
trillions of star thou created
some near some far, only thine elavated
light years of distance, thou created
universe among multiverse, thou created
tiniest organisms, thou created
yet life among them, very detailed
and to fill that space and time
your presence much needed
I am lost, in verse and verb
i am lost, in journey and curve
I cried a lonesome tear now
in my knowledge the existence

billions of years, you awaited
for every creature to shed THE TEAR
to prostray to you, to hold YOU DEAR
Life to me has lost its meaning
my senses in your grandeur, wanning
Allah, help us, nurture us
forgive us, we hold you dear
I have a reason, unknown
i have a passion, forgotten
life is precious, unblemished
preserve genome, furnished
humans at war, with nature
humans are hungry, jittery denture
humans are angry, betray and forgetful
humans are agile, kill and boastful
Nature is in beauty of the Lord
it is a tightly knit cord
Nature is passion of the Lord
Human is denaturing and is bored
A poison can turn to medicine
A killer can be pacified
A danger can lurk and benefit
so a human can be pacified
On this thought i close the night
try to become morrow a shinning knight
to turn this world, thought still abright
i have a reason, unknown, to shine bright
in this evil, blemished dark night
Haroon is my name
Idling is my game
Almighty when yo refrain
I could never explain
I am a sinner
I am a passion
I am Satan's dinner
Always outta fashion
Haroon is my name
Never let in the fame
Excuses I make but lame
Never understand the game
Like the batman's bane
I lost my line and lane
Haroon is my name
Thinking to flirt a dame
Thinking why I came
To this world so tame

A palette full of colors
A ballet of dancers
A child messing with colors
A singer sings a melody
A monk charmsaway
A holy man recites to keep
Evil and darkness abay
The child sees bright and gay
The youth in itslust drift away
The decadespass with no notion
The colors cherished with devotion
As the child grows old and grey
The colors dim to the shadesof dark and grey
Like the night full of stars
Memories shine in the colors dark
There is no color like the color of Almight
Old man tries to color himselfbright
In the same colors as of God
The brightest colors are the colors of the lord
Allah-A figment of Surah Ikhlaas
Surviving alone and yet standing tall
This world but a dirty rotten ball
Humanity since eons taking the fall
Yet I survive and stand tall
Nurturing every life my creation
Yet each one giving a negative suggestion
Not a sibling borne to me in fashion
Yet I overlook everyone in my mansion
With sorrow and remorse I am filled, The Alone One
My creations can’t stand a day and stand alone as One
This idea I summoned to create and recreate
But was alone and knew well of the creations fate
I have no one to be with when I am on a date
I stand alone The Almighty One live forever my fate
As I cry for the decay in my creation
As I deny the weakness of my generation
As they divide under my rule into many a nation
As I feed them nurture them of my donation,
With sorrow and remorse I am filled, The Alone One
My creations can’t stand a day and stand alone as One

The unknown human
A mind set of emotions beastly
A hand set on dinner off feastly
A salary of a few dimes measly
A hidden notion of richness misty
I am the unknown human
I am a pain to the ones called man
I have a notion to walk with cane
Since greatness is to me bane
I am a man with a reputation lame
I am hungry for nasty fame
All I got was a cool and beautiful dame
A a pair of sons to give them my name
Lying down on the bed feeling insane
I lived my youth likes of cain
Beating with sticks my faithful great dane
Now my evil lies hidden behind my mane

What did I do wrong, it was written by YOU
even before I was born, my destiny fromYOU
I was corrupted, I was vile to the bone
what did I do wrong, it was written by YOU
in the loh and qalam, Slate and chalk belonged to YOU
what did I do wrong, it was written by YOU
if I had not done, all the evil I gathered
I would have defied YOU, it was written by YOU
if I had not defied my parents,
if had been a humble and a good servant
if I had not defied my family
if I had been a good son, brother and a parent
if I had not sold my soul to the devil
if I had been a pious, like the white pheasnat
if I had not gotten drunk
if I had not yanked, sinned and fornicated
if I had not defied YOU, made other gods
spell evil for Thine chosen ones
if I had not stolen and robbed
if I had not been fraudulent, lied and never repented
Now aged and grey, I seek Your forgiveness
but I dont apologize, I dont say sorry from my soul

The insignificant Man
Six foot tall and ready to fight
To remedy his earthly thought and plight
Drinking wine and having caviar as diet
To the unique gold he gives a bite
Well where he stands in front of Al might
Striving for richness with all his might
Living bacteria in his gut, size of a micron
Insignificant in his face living in his feces brown
An upset of bowel and the human gives a frown
Allah Al might never in hunger leave both to drown
Yonder in the dark starry night
Stands tall a star million miles but to human a pinch of light
Yet insignificant is the human in its daze and bright
Not even the size of a dust mite
Allah governs all far, near, big and small
His laws govern all as he stands tall

A notion called life
Without a pinch of spice
A notion called manhood
A testes driven mardood
A notion called wife
Dash of red chillies and spice
A notion called child
Bewildered, joy and cried
A notion called parent
Shouting, beating and repent
A notion called house
Made after caressing the blouse
A notion called home
Yelling, screaming, yet gold and chrome
A notion called office
I am lost thats suffice
A notion called grave
Keep your head up and be brave
A notion called god
Every human has made his own fraud
A notion called money
Lost after marrying a honey
Nation without a notion
Nationals withouta nation
Humans who knowethnot humane
Animals which die of extinction
Christ hanged and left to bane
Movement whichknoweth no friction
Kings and queen and a beautiful dane
Poorleft to hunger and withoutsalvation
Humans born to be sons of caine
Blinded by rage and aggravation
Humans make excuses lame
Humanity lost to deprivation
Nationals withouta nation

Human the great sociopath
Toys, love, later money,
Ending note on Gods path
After breeding through his honey
Human the greatest chromophile
Colors of womb, and when they befile
Colors of toys, shinning and bright
Colors of love, for which they fight
Color of money, dollars and dime
For all these he will, live life of crime
All that runs in his vein
Old and grey, he lives in vain
Turns to colors of Almight
From darkness of his grave, A fright
I DONT APOLOGIZE
every human i meet astray and inbound
talking, hunting them like a hound
hand in hand i ask of them forgiveness
taking nonesense in my bleakness
every other day or two i talk to god
telling him of my clamity and my odd
i ask him for forgiveness and his blessing
in my bleakness i think its enough dressing
the matter of the fact stay tall and erect
i dont apologize, in my heart rebellion i but select
Life id but a dream of the maker
he is sleeping and we are figment of his imagination
we could be superman playing the laker
he is sleeping and in his dream a lot of infatuation
life is like a roller coaster, having highs and lows
in our misery and happiness a pilgrim only bows
i am not satisfied with my life, strife and wife
they have have all been cutting me like a knife
i may not be your superman, i am not an ocean
i may not be a soldier, but i want to fight my fight
i am not happy, i am in great remorse
i dont want to be another wave of the ocean
i dont like my life and the path and its course
I want to say sorry to you and the whole world
but i dont want to apologize from my heart
i am not a soldier, but i want to fight back

HOUSE OF HEARTS
i am an artist for sale
everything i write is pale
regressed and depressed male
i have scars and living tale
where would be i without god
atlast my dogma, wretched and odd
i am a radio channel to fraud
understood by my old and clod
i have a frail heart
toxic like simpson bart
driving my self like a donkey cart
spending thrifty in a shopping mart
i have loud and husky bark
standing tall like an old tree bark
walking with shoulders lowered to earthy mark
singing my song like a lark
i am an emotional fool
behaving calm and cool
slowly eaten away by anger
on every thought i drool
i see black and white
grey and silver plight
ended all my fight
i am not so bright
God i have no notion
why i am full of emotion
why i drink my concoction
i have a lack of drive and devotion

Thou granted us life
Granted me a heavenlywife
But you wrote, strife upon strife
Thou wrote I be drunk
In my youth, satanicjunk
Sold my soul to satanic funk
I did the same
Peeped a dame
Excuses lame
If I hadn't done what you wrote
If with my evil I had fought
If sins I had not bought
Your write would not have held true
My life would not be a different brew
I would not be part of the repentingcrew
I held your write upright
Otherwise your words be falsified
In your write I am satisfied
Allah these words were decade older
My thoughtsnow are much bolder
I ask repentance for my sin and sons
I shed my tear, please clear my folder
As years roll by
As i listen to life
And its holy lullaby
As i live with my wife
Life has been strife
I cut my birthday cake
With an unsharpened knife
Eating unlevend bread, stove bake
Lost in my self created solitude
Center of stream could not protrude
Swimming shore, half sun baked and nude
I want status quo and shun a feud
Allah my maker, my making was what reason
I cant start a fight, stand a struggle, or do treason
I am a sinner, poet on rebellion of all season
I have but with Allah a weak link and softer liaison
My maker please forgive me and my family
Grant me health, wealth and prosperity
Haroon Rashid Chaudhry
What a blessing ignorance
It one of a kind, in romance
What a torture is awareness
Of your consious, fearless
Our sight, very limited
With our tools, we are United
We see, but a universe
Large space for our awareness
Allah we may only be a simulation

A dream, a thought, for your indulgence
What if there are a universes
As large as the number of stars
People likes of us near and far
Spaces farther than our universe
Stars made of time or entity we know not of
I have lost my senses and my verse
May be life of entity we know not of
May be you are infinity and beyond
May be infinity is a slave in your bond
Allah thou art the greatest
None shaped like you so far
None limitless like you so far
None a prayer like you so far
Eternity is ever ending in front of you
Infinity has a mere second in front of you
Space has no boundary, you are present everywhere
Time is but a tool to age us, you are present Everytime
Money is a boundary made by humanity to gauge a dime
Needs are but a dough kneaded for life of your thought
Death is a servant to end our exam, even death will die in your presence
Allah, please help, I am lost in you
Allah, please help, I am lost in you
What you sow, so you shall reap
every man, in his father's name, weap
when his children, his shoulder reach
he will hold his anger, in remorse, but preach
life is made of the genome burried deep
truth will come forward, bitter but creep
as years roll by, hair turn to grey
as humanity shifts power, old but bray
youth has his colors of emotion
filled with life and commotion
old are left out and betrayed
their emotions lost and slayed
bhullay shah talks of ages old
his preaching, words written in gold
bhullay shah assi marna nai
Allah you are a magician at work
you will not allow for anyone to go bizzark
Allah in repentance, i bow to your greatness
i see myself, turn from a shinning star to bleakness
Allah please protect your divine creation
let them not make the same mistakes in succession
Allah protect and nurture my home
protect my line, Thou love us more than our mom
Allah bless us wisdom, money and golden time
bless us faith, save us from satan and his crime
i know i was a sinner, my time was filled with unholy crimes

I call upon Your help, in despair, divine are your rhymes
I dont want to reap what i had sowed
i think, in front of you i have bowed
i know you are near
from your punishment i fear
we are all sinners at large
protect from satan
make our homes, dont batan
batir it into a Noah's barge
Thou made human in the best of spirit
Yet men resort to drink lots of spirit
Since ages dark, he found lots of herbs
To calm the senses in his long walk around curbs
Life Thou made precious, left out the thought
Human thought and thought but a lot
In his thought he endeavered to search for his creator
He thought of the Divine through his misfortune
He thought out the world as we know it today
He thought of Sunday, Saturday and than holy Friday
Since human inception he concocted herbs of freedom
To aid his thought and give flight to his freedom
Ventured we have very far since days of dark
Gave flight to our wisdom, which flies like a lark
The herbs have been given a new command
Using too much brain has caused a high demand
We in centuries travelled only so far
Created a doctor who lays down the bar
What, which to take, how much to take
Licensed doctor, give licensed drugs to take
To take the drugs, with breads we bake
The herbs still in Vogue in streets
Humanity yearns to prescription herbs beats
What sayeth thou of my romance
I walk naked, without a penny I dance
In your gratitude, I often prostrate
In your absence, I feel betrayed
Your wallet larger than the ocean of universe
My cry a chirp, my romance fake, my write a verse
Thou bestow us but a few drop on the roses
Like the dew drop on wintery morning, in light roses
I think you bestow all your wealth to but a few
Filling their wallets, left alone with zilch more than a billion few
Allah shrug off your anger and show your true benovelence
Bless us as to your mightiness, forgive us, show patience
For we are your creation, thou servants, in thick and thin
Please forgive us, bless us, or else we will be thrown in a bin

25 November at 09:59 ·
But Society does not forgiveth
Nature does not forgiveth
Distances encompassesyou
Money circulates,imprison you
Knowledge sets you free,
Makes for you a virtual dee
Needsmake a boundary
All things name you
Make you what you are
Time healsno wounds
It has no boundary
It makes everythingwrought
Time never forgives
Oh Allah, I am but with you angry
I have resorted to stay for you hungry
Thou left the door of conscious ajar
Its killing me, inside out, near and far
Its been twenty long years since repentance
Waiting, writing, living for your divine presence
I pray you, beg you to close this door
For I can become the same, for I am a boar
Or open it wide, let my conscious stride
So I can, for once, fight my battle, my last fight
Oh Allah, I am in sorrow, in grief, for my plight
My fate you wrote, my vile nature, let me see light
My conscious is degrading me like potato blight
I am sorry, I am angry, I can't take on this fight
Oh Allah, with tears I take to this my solemn write
I can not live in darkness, my evil nature, I can't fight
Oh Allah, your omnipresence, your greatness, I am in fright
With a tear of repentance, I talk to you, in truth I write
I am lost, I am betrayed, for in my youth I did the same
I Satan's host, I am dismayed, I and my family from my dame
I ask your help, your presence, for wasted my life, I am dismayed
PRAYER OF A Sinner III
I see satan but from me he flee
Standing alone I darkness, where I Be
Saying curses to me out loud
Disobeyed I but one command I never bowed
To every call of Allah, you disobey and flee
You don’t bow to Almighty Thee
Your fate is worse than mine
I curse you human, for a favor of time
Evil uto ourselves we brought

Learned this lesson from the
Philosophy I have bought
In hell’s burning fire
I will surely wrought
Oh Almighty, but I ask a favor from Thee
Sins of past, make those serpents flee
I want my present serving your path to free
Make me guide, of the purity
May I die while serving your supreme deity
I ask for repentance for my future
The generation I rolled for their future to be
Like the shinning stars of history
May they cherish yourself in purity
Stop you satan, you bowed but one less to humanity
But, I ask my master for forgiveness in purity
Satan Disobedience
Satan you disobeyed to the Almighty
After living millions of years in serenity
You had the highest ranks among the angels
Almighty had provided you with keys and bangles
But you did not bow to humanity
And now you live in darkness till eternity
Humanity never saw the Almighty
But they ask for repentance in problems and poverty
Every patron of humanity saw the light
And spent his life in Allah’s fright
But you continued to lead the humans abay
And promised to led thy followers astray
One disobedience is what it takes
Or the seer and the believer this is the difference
Of the purity of souls of the believer is like the purity of the lakes
And the disobedience of the seer has no deliverance
Humans believe yet they don’t see
You disobeyed what you knew and believed
And you never asked for repentance
But you demanded supremacy in ignorance
Of what you had not seen
One bow to humanity, what it had been
Strike ho gi
Strike ho gi
Apni Apni
Bike ho gi
Ruj key lutto
Puj key lutto

Sarey apney
Rul key lutto
Sada huq
Aithey rukh
Sada kukh
Tuwada lukh
A beauty, fair and plump
I would not dare to dump
A marriage, old and silver
I would fear and shiver
A diety fair, a bit round
My thoughts, racing abound
Allah i fear, i cherish thee
For eternity i waited for this life be
A beauty of youth and fresh
I am old grey, and been a bad flesh
Allah protect my family
I will repent and restrain
Please make my life heavenly
From evil i will abstain
Forgiveth He after justice
Blesses eternal life in heaven
Joy be when forgiveth He without justice
Maketh both worlds eternal heaven
Allah Raheem
Drifter what you see
Is a dream of God
Is an imagination of His thought
There is no rise, no fall
In the things you see, or befall
Intoxicated by your vision
Started in me a solemn fission
Humped nose, thin and sleek
I wonder how your voice be sweet
Fairness which makes fairies
Burn with envy and they despise
A human could be tidy
She could stand like a diety

Tall and slender She be kind
Her beauty has turned me blind
Ah, golden days of youth passed never return
Go fetch my youth from brothel and bar
Ah, Allah forgive my sins, make my unblemished return
I, from holiness and innocence, stand wretched afar
Shine me back, bright and gay, even my sins, please burn
Ah Allah keep the doors of benovelence and forgiveness ajar
Earth in Haiku 2
Live your life in fright
From the heavenly eternal God Almight
And never face earthly Plight
Life’s not bed of roses
Every human of heroicsand passion posses
Decline faces from population exploded
Earth he has killed unbeaten
He surpassessatan all which is evil
Biodiversityin bin he burnt
Femaleshe cherishesskinny, shinny
For his lust deployed many a markets
But God restsforgotten dismayed
All hands on deck destruction
All he did wasa bad construction
Left alone in dismay, depression
Heal the Earth turn stone
Stop runningafter the cursed rotten bone
Leave this reminder on phone
Lamenting Palestine
If Allah pays no heed
It means it has been decreed
No servants be borne
Or slaughter the ones that are born
Muslims have have upset there masters
Time and Money have sheltered in Rich
Burn the houses of the mola’s
They have sold themselves to, other than Allah
Bring to Ashes the palaces of the kings
For the rule not like the Emperor Mings
Fight to death with your elite and Rich
For they suck on your blood like leech
No servants be borne

Slaughter the ones that are born
For there mothers will cry and lament
And your chances of success are dormant
Allah has stopped paying heed
Since the evil dawn after the Ali Supreme
No khilafa to protect you from the darkness
Which spawned after the Caliph Quad
Be gone with the blood of your son
Till the passenger rises from the North called Sun
Till that day All muslim mothers will lament
While there loved ones blood in soil ferment
Earth in Haiku
Live your life in fright
From the heavenly eternal God Almight
And never face earthly Plight
Life’s not bed of roses
Every human of heroicsand passion posses
Decline faces from population exploded
Earth he has killed unbeaten
He surpassessatan all which is evil
Biodiversityin bin he burnt
Femaleshe cherishesskinny, shinny
For his lust deployed many a markets
But God restsforgotten dismayed
All hands on deck destruction
All he did wasa bad construction
Left alone in dismay, depression
Heal the Earth turn stone
Stop runningafter the cursed rotten bone
Leave this reminder on phone
A notion of a girl
Funny and slim without curl
Lively to chat and answer
Hot slick and a bouncer
I fear the fear for i see
In her eyes a trepidition
To be is a wild plea
I fear the ultimate trepidation
Will devour her to be
In her old age she may be depressed
Her melancholy can not be caressed
A notion of a beauty
Slim, naughty and flirty
Only prayers i can offer
For am a sufi loafer

Time, we will master you
I will probably will not be able to
But my genes will live to muster you
You are the sole, master left to be
From the horrors, which you decree
Human race, will soon, your master to be
Remember the years of the forgotten
They could not span the earth, left beaten
Remember the horrors of disease,
By which the human race was eaten
Remember thy lord Allah, created you
The same Allah, said best creation, which created you
Ahsan ul taqueem, we have mastered the like of you
Money, granted to us by your maker
Food, we are now the ultimate baker
Civilization, now connected, reality a faker
They all fell, to the Allah's Ahsun ul taqueem
Time your horrors will end
Distance we metered around the bend
Time, humanity you will not offend
Come what may
I will struggle hard
Still in dismay
Shouting crowds
Left alone, faithless
World is of frauds
Countless blessings
Status quo, we betray
Pacific, holds a storm
Left alone, we crave
The change, is evident
The blessings divident
The human race, betrays
The nature at peace
Brings about the change
Humans are volatile
Thus change he decrees
Look the nature lost
Pacificity, we no longer want
The continous struggle
Of the human race
Will change
Nature's face
Time, we will master you
I will probably will not be able to
But my genes will live to muster you
You are the sole, master left to be
From the horrors, which you decree
Human race, will soon, your master to be

Remember the years of the forgotten
They could not span the earth, left beaten
Remember the horrors of disease,
By which the human race was eaten
Remember thy lord Allah, created you
The same Allah, said best creation, which created you
Ahsan ul taqueem, we have mastered the like of you
Money, granted to us by your maker
Food, we are now the ultimate baker
Civilization, now connected, reality a faker
They all fell, to the Allah's Ahsun ul taqueem
Time your horrors will end
Distance we metered around the bend
Time, humanity you will not offend
A dying father craves for his son
Son in his turmoil can’t face the dying sun
The seed had implanted on the wrong side
With negativity and remorse is filled his kind
With lust and passion is filled his life
All the nurturing and advise he left beside
Sorrow is what he has to suffice
The seed grew into a fruitless tree
From Almighty he asks for repentance
Two fruits have befallen the tree
Old and ragged his fruits till young
In their sleep and the tree remembers
When he was young
Paid no heed to his father’s advice
All he learnt was to cruelize
Slowly moving to his grave
Wishes his seeds to be brave
But the cycle repeats and they pay no heed
On this thought he starts to write his creed
On judgement day

One would roam free
I was a darling, naturally faced like a monkey
Society was harsh, spiritually moulded into a donkey
Mentally non political, dumb, outcast
I should have been slaughtered at birth
Or tied to a bomb, made to an early blast
I dreamt of skies, of flight, but could not grasp earth
I had worn rich clothes, always Untidy, soiled with hearth
I was welded to a goddess of this sober nature
I killed my first son in womb to my rage and anger
All the best my family was to blemish and blame
I was a schizophrenic, I should never have been given a name
All the best I yielded sons two, likes of me addict to cartoons
Everyday labour starts, I beg for a dollar and a dime
To be a handicap, breed and feed a family is my crime
Nurturing my young ones, I fear, they follow my footsteps
I could never finish the fight, never lessoned them to take bearsteps
Drowned my poet rages while drugged, due my prescription
An unholy man, pharaoh, Abu lahab, is the due description
Oh lord, you are compassionate and sublime
Guide this satanic soul, to life without crime
Long hair, tucked in silk, light brown
Fair color, makes the old man frown
In her beauty, an old god drown
He writes this melody, holds his crown
Uniform figure, tall and slender
Makes an old man, make a blunder
Gentle voice, delicate coming from a cylinder
Old man struck with awe, his hand in blender
A beautiful, passionate, untimely jolt
A notion to grab her and shut the door with bolt
Ride her to nowhere, on a white handsome colt
Makes a old man, turn to youth, wish to molt
Aqalmundoon key is shehar mein
Aoo pagal ko pagal banaein
Hum nahi kheltey dil dukhta hai
Kitaboon key is shehar mein

Muktab key hajoom mein
Aoo jahil ko jahil banein
Duaiyoon key dher mein
Bimaroon ki ayadat mein
Dua khanoon ki line mein
Aoo bimar ko bimar banein
Duniya key hajoom mein
Logoon ki bheer mein
Dostoon ki mehfil mein
Yaroon key chutleoon sey
Aoo tanha ko akailay Kar dein
Ameero key mulk mein
Raeesoon ki duniya mein
Waderoon key pind mein
Milloon key malik sey
Duniya key malikoon mein
Aoo ghareeb ko ghareeb banein
Eighties were jive and alive
Religions were tight and five
Year two thousand came
There were many singularities
The generation apart unfamiliarities
Two decades to switch the singularity
The science up its sleeve many new reality
Now the time passes quickly
The singularities are too many sickly
The unfamiliarities grow akin the folks
Science a hot issue in many a talks
Nothing seems impossible for the human mind
Only thing it lacks is gentleness and to be kind
Human race on its way to challange gods
Many a races, on science ark abodes
Quantum physics and molecular chemistry
Microbiology, molecular biology,
Pathophysiology abode this human history
Who knows where the human race ends
In its history many turmoils and bends
Oh Allah, Thine art greatest
None like you, Ye are the Fairest
None shape for you, none like your shape
No cape for you, Thou giveth the cape

None to order you, Thine order stays forever
Thou command Be, and command deliver
None is born of you, none will born of you
Thou art birth of none, no one claims you
You have no enemies, none can stand ashoulder
You have no friends, but Thou grant the insect beneath boulder
Thine treasures no not bound, they are limitless
Thine age no not a bound, thine age is limitless
Thou art divine, we can not perceive you
But not knowing you is a crime. In many ways i see you
I cried and cried till a lonesome tear
Left my soul fried and with many torn to tear
Alas a satanic body and devilish soul
With sinns and sorrows burnt like coal
Forgiveness i ask of Thee, for the lonesome tear
With thoughts of evil in my past i can not bear
Allah, the master of worlds and time
Thou can forgive, Thou art sublime
Healers call me a state of depression and despair
Witchcraft and witch doctors call for a evil spirit in pair
Clergymen say its the work of Lord, thou has been blessed
For i have been evil and satanic all my life i have cursed
I ask Thee of forgiveness for all my evil, for the price of my tear
A pilgrim with a cause
To unblemish his flaws
To rid his evil claws
To wipe off the unholy clause
Short was my stay for lesson
Short was my life for holiness
Short was my betray from Thou
Short was my endeavor for forgiveness
Yester years have rolled amidst a struggle
Running here and there like a mange infested beagle
Now old and grey i wish i could soar like an eagle
While i lay resting and waiting for an ending crumble
Short were my mistakes from past
Short was my anger which would not last
Short was my memory since my past
Short was my stature and my caste
A sin ladden body and a devish curse
An unpaid debt and an empty red purse
I lived and sold my soul to the devil
Now molten and ready for turning on an anvil

Allah, Thou art the purest, guide me
From the evils of satan, please hide me
Visualize a name of Allah
Then you will become Abdullah
Love the prophet muhammad
Our sole guide and beloved muhammad
Sin upon sins piled up till the sky
Alrehman forgiveth without a shy
Sin upon sins dug deeper than the sea
Alraheem will forgive thou and bless you a dee
He only asks of you to ask for forgiveness
He only asks of you to bow before him but relentless
Alghafoor forgiveth without even thinking
He giveth by just thinking Be and it shall be
He giveth off the nectar, churns honey from bee
He giveth off the colours, new colors to bumble bee
He giveth wisdom, to the man, for things to be
He guides the insects, towards their food to be
He gives wings to the birds, in the skies they flee
He gives the animals, to nurture their young, in a dee
He gives us time to repent and prostray to Thee
He is everlasting, master of time, past, present and to be
A drop of tear shed
A leap of faith
As rustling autumn leaves
as thoughts of past leave's
brown, downy and brittle
my body starts to shrieval
as my repentance
as a tree which stops to quiver
my earthly abode soul shiver
syria my last arrow quiver
as the new dawn shows prescence
A drop of tear shed
As i lay fated in my bed
i seek Thine forgiveness
Allah Thou ever Green
Your Esteemd Highness
forgive us for our greed
forgive our lost creed
let us more to breed
from our sins
let us be freed

As i drove quickly
A wagon of government strictly
Enroute both in untimely haste
Would have led to a colliding waste
I put on my brakes most quickly
Let the wagon pass waving strictly
From the window glanced an anger
I thought i was in ultimate danger
I waved at the angry young man
A smile, and i saw a special human
A smile, worth a thousand smiles
A wave which lasted a several miles
A smile, so pure and heavenly kiss
From nature a promissing bliss
I can not forget that smile
As long as i drive on a forgotten mile
God i see why thou create the blemishes
So that the humans can unite and forget squirmishes
The angel above would not compare
The nourishment of that childs stare
To the bone and soul, i was bare
Stand with the angels, people please care
To part with that smile, i would not like to dare
Leap of faith
I am a looser to loose
I have no antlers, a dumb moose
I ask of Thee of work
Thou grant to someone in dark lurk
I ask of Thee a handful of money
Thou grant to the passing by honey
I ask Thee of wisdom and knowledge
Thou grant to the man sitting on the ledge
I ask Thee of richess of the world and hereafter
Thou grant to the man in the black with the halter
I ask Thee for patience and little bit of glory
Thou grant to the men in rags and driving a lorry
I ask Thee of power and fortune
Thou grant to the rich and drug addict out of tune
I ask of Thee in dismay of my death and an end
Thou taketh away the pain of someone else in bed
I ask Thee to help me take a leap of faith
Thou nurture the old astray and help him bathe
Thee are greatest, Thine powers great
Thine heart and balance finer than grate
Thee surpasseth all in your powers
But Thine richess finds the cruelest in showers

Me, myself abode the man in the mirror
Asked few questions to the man in the mirror
Man in the mirror looked ragged and in despair
From the hardships of fighting he did not prepare
The lines on the faces were all to similar
The problems facing were all to familial
The boot was empty and in hands of children
The powers were drained and all left but children
The final kick i could never goal
Ended up always driving my head in the pole
A few punches here and there and end of wall
I could never win life, life not my playing ball
Hey god, do you ever thinkabout me
As the darkness creepsin me
As the lure of death nears me
As the torment of life bestowed upon me
As i lament for the unsuccessful man in me
As i lay in bed, sore, of unfruitful life
As i made mistakesand as i cruelize
While my body lay in bed sore in belize
As i could not breed, but bred sons
As i dared, but could not earn bread and buns
As i flew, but was casteaway, myfriendly runs
As i was shunned, bymy people but friends few
As i was nurtured bythe devilish, fiends but few
As i shunned life into dessertion, and flew
As i tried to bleed, manya times
As i tried to read, many with rhymes
As i grew tired of many a crimes
As i praywith your name in focus
As i weep with your name for forgiveness
As i believe for freedom in another life
As i lay
Bed like a bay
Trying to keep evil abay
While i curse in dismay
Look for shopping on ebay
Friends and fiends all betray
My thoughts slowly decay

As death creeps in for me
As gods fear a fortune for me
As the death bells tolls
As i near ending my stroll
As the sun drowns for new dawn
As i see the heavenly fawn
I search for my existance but frown
I could only furnish me with a earthly crown
Restless but calm
I turned to my balm
On the wound i inflicted myself
With a sharp kitchen knife
I tried to cut through the skin
While sleeping were my kith and kin
It was painful when i was cutting
With death by my own hands i was flirting
It was painful and my soul hurt more
I couldnt do it like always like before
My soul is shaken from the horror
Of failure and of sorrowevil up closer
A realization, a cruelty, a message for god
Thine knife is not sharper on simpleton and clod
Thou want us to suffer the pain without gains
While we sell our faith for some rotten grains
A message to you my Lord in heaven up high
Be gentle and end us all naives without shy
Make it swifter and sweeter than honey and wine
For we are the poor folks with claws benign
We beg mercy from the horrors of time
Be swift, dont shudder us in pain, forgive our crime
We all beggers upon beggers for merciful end
Thou art angry and Thou will not bend
Dear god, i am reading my diary
Were you there when i was born
Were you there when they named me
Were you there when i roamed free
Were you there when i became me
Dear god, could you see it before me
Were you there when i sinned
Were you there when i skimmed
Were you there when i kin, ed
Were you there when i drank
Were you there when i singed

Were you there when i rhymed
Were you there when i was belittled
Were you there when i was baffaled
Were you there when i repented
Were you there when i rebuked
Were you there when i refused
Were you there when i confused
Were you there when i bled
Were you there when i fled
Were you there when i cried
Saintly white
Heavenly bright
Elderly fright
Old age my plight
Short statured
Doll natured
Lame excuse
Seen, blown fuse
Dressed in pink
She sent a link
Old and grey
Wife not to betray
Miniature lady
Wish her sugar dady
Sad train of events and mistakes
bleeps and blunders is what it takes
spending a life means like eternity
but probably a millisecond in this eternity
yet life meant challenging my faternity
now my wife holding on to us due maternity
pair to defy me at my stake
as i nourish them with bread, butter and cake
sometimes dream of sitting besides a solemn lake
inner concious torments me to anxiety on face a smile fake
turned 44 and today the first day of 45 came
of my mistakes i have no one to blame
thank you dear friends for wishing me a birthday cake
but i have spent my life like a person fake

forgive me all dear and sundry
infront of Allah i break down and cry
bring the years to every human and child
that blessings in lots for him are filed
I wish I invent a god
In my forties, with my sorties at odd
I am tired of standing erect and tall
I wish I had a god
Who was not cruel at all
Every man was handsome and tall
Looked like a figment of Newman, Paul
Every feminine goddess beautiful and doll
Looked like Angelina jolie standing tall
Every man and woman worked till fall
Earning the same dough which last the fall
None be poor or rich to call
And no fear to anyone befall
School be free for the siblings all
And their health be sacred to community all
Everyone be enlightened and on call
To every problem the humanity befall
None be sacred or shunned by all
God’s heaven be free for all
These are but aesthete’s flaws
But I surely want to tell them all
I wish I invented a god
Who would not be cruel to big or small
Likes of aesthete’s take the blame for all
While they suffer in soul and still stand tall
I wish I had a god
Who wasn’t cruel at all
21 March · Bahawalpur ·
Yesterdayithought i was going to die of plight
New sun arose and shone its light
It made me see my path in limelight
I had a new destination to end my fright
My new path was made to me clear
I have to continue my struggle for my dear
I have not pass but love for the family not fear
That is the only truth i saw which may be but mere

Echoes of the Poor
A community in shambles
Life seeks bread crumbles
Ragged cloths worn to dare
Scent which avoids to, stare
Beauty and health at large
Children born in line
Some small, some large
Old and grey, but all serve
And never go astray
Money they think is on next curve
Blemished and outcast
From streets and cement cast
Yet cleanliness of our homes
To them we owe
Our children rest in the hands
And learn to bow
And our culinary
To them we owe
While despair and poverty
Is for them eternal property
I have fought and fought for decades two
Rumbling in my own arena for decades two
Today a date with forty and seven
I wish i was with a date with god in heaven
Blemished my genome stays vile and indecent
While i hide from the mosques, moon crescent
I wish a messiah will rise from the ashes
And turn away and beget a load full of lashes
I have hid in desolution and ambiguity of earth
I am a lonesome dark devil residing in my own hearth
Tired i am from living a lie of mere subsistence
Awaited i stay from the light and holy assistance
I await my death from the sorrow of long schizophrenia
In my spirits i wish the punishment of deadly anemia
I have fought and destroyed the life of three
I could never beget how it feels to be a deep rooted tree
I could not be gentle or pure at spirit
Heavens god awaits my dirty rotten spirit
Though evil i shun but the thoughts are impure
Its a dilemma of mine to stand alone and wish i was pure
Tired in desolution, i think i have struggled in vain
It was better to drain my sorrows and blood in a gutter drain
In vain i fought for the richness of life and glory
I think it would been better to end my life hit by a lorry

It was a gruesome punishment
To spend lifetime in repent
It was a lifetime to remorse
To take and eat from a psychedelic resource
All the pain and pleasures gone
To take the fall and begone
Life was good and gentle and sublime
To my hormones and not the god sublime
Animal instincts when they overtook
Lost all essence from the book
Shivering, is the soul from within
Quivering is the body yet breathing
A few mistakes is what it took
A few decades of sickness repentance i forelook
I am tired of fighting and lieing
I am tired of a glorious tomorrow, belieing
I ask thee of forgiveness, to end this life of sorrow
I ask thee of benovelence, to win a better tomorrow
I have my own rhythm
I have my own rhyme
I will write my prodigy
In my own special line
I have worked and roamed
For a dollar and dime
I have no shame
To eat from sludge and slime
Working like a horse on line
I will earn bread for my children to dine
I have sinned and sinned
Many more a thousand time
In my desolution, i repent
For the sinns a few hundred time
I have forfeited
To my master time
I request an honest ear
From my maker God sublime
Glide
Like a
Kite
To the
God

Almight
Tell Him
You soared
Like an
Eagle
Towards
Light
Fought
Like a
Lion
Show
Him
Your
Scars
And wrinkles
Aged
With
Time
Unread messages
Unlearnt lessons
Unread stories
Unburnt bins
Untidy beds
Untold stories
Unfolded life
Uncertain death
Unfed children
Unidentified wives
Unified life
With passion
And strife
Unread messages
Unlearnt lessons
Unread stories
Unburnt bins
Untidy beds
Unheard voices
In my head
Unclear vision
Unseen world
Untold stories
Unfolded life
Uncertain death
Unfed children

Unidentified wives
Unified life
With passion
And strife
Too many failures
To talk about
In this lifetime
Lost
In
Chequard
Life
Blemishes
Too
Great
To rub
Enlightment
Scared
By
Mental
Health
Be gone
Type
Your
Demise
You
Are
A sinner
You
Will
Never
Shine
Bright
As i sleep
Angels blood drip
As i think deep
Angels bleed
As i sleep
My parents reap
Of untold blemishes
Which i keep
As i sleep
My children bleep

Of untold horrors
I bequeath
As i sleep
I see evil in me
As i sleep
Gods forsee
As i sleep
I see horror
Which resides in me
As i sleep
I see angels die
As i sleep
A bloody creep
Of creatures of deep
As i sleep
I see i reap
My blemishes
My sins to keep
Surrah Aadiyaat
Look Yonder, Those beast at their best
Flames run from their nostrils,
Burning flames of glory
While the move towards their target
Lightening befalls the earth
While they kick the dirt while running on earth
Those which don’t sleep at night
And rip the enemies apart at night
And return glorified with the sunrise
They are virtuous as the first light of dawn
Mankind is at a fault
They cherish the wealth of this life
While Man knows not what lies beyond
Allah knows all, which is loud or in the heart
For He knows All, sees All, and hears All
Man fears not when He will be rounded up
On the Judgement day and what ever is in their hearts
Will be louded for all to know and
For Allah only will persist
I will live on in my scripts
Let loose while darkness encrypts
Like a lesson learnt

Like in a faith burnt
Phrophets have come and gone
While they were alive they were told begone
Like a heart turned
Life is a lesson learnt
Prophets in humanity have out shown
They have worn the crown and the gown
Like a page turned
Like a flour churned
Prophets have the ideas by them alone
They enlightened and had a saintly cone
Like a leaf burnt
Nature had a lesson learnt
As I look deep inside me
My genes were marred they humiliate me
I should not have married
I should not have spoiled and left burried
My emotions to cross and cross again
I should have dodged and dodged again
My children, unfortunate like me
My darling, my spouse who married me
Now my children carry my stupidity
They make the same mistakes with rigidity
Who knows what there fate will be
I should not have said please marry me
Chains of events unfold in front of me
As I see a glimpse of my past in my dee
I should not have spoiled a bride
I should have yanked and let stride
My genes are insanely foolish as can be
I have worked my evil like a donkey
Allah you have to strengthen me
And guide us as to your path but subtly
As I look deep inside me
My genes were marred they humiliate me
I should not have married
I should not have spoiled and left burried
My emotions to cross and cross again
I should have dodged and dodged again
My children, unfortunate like me
My darling, my spouse who married me
Now my children carry my stupidity
They make the same mistakes with rigidity
Who knows what there fate will be

I should not have said please marry me
Chains of events unfold in front of me
As I see a glimpse of my past in my dee
I should not have spoiled a bride
I should have yanked and let stride
My genes are insanely foolish as can be
I have worked my evil like a donkey
Allah you have to strengthen me
And guide us as to your path but subtly
15 March · Bahawalpur ·
EverythingI touch turnsto dust
I am but an unholy, rotten bust
EverythingI earn is dear for rest
I have a vile brain and a dark chest
No friends,no foes in this life
I fought for all but put them in strife
I am an err of the nature and gods
I am always in a quarrel with family and clods
I could not master money, dollar and dime
I could not dance to tune of money and its chime
I could waste time, lying, laid for hours
And take quick, bouts of cold showers
I could not muster the religion that wasmy crime
And satanic versesI wrote too many in my time
I am lost, akin to devil and righteous looser
In my thoughtsvile, dial a devil, and a pharmaceutical boozer
What an err of nature, gentle in disguise
I could never make a home in whichever belize
bhulaya tu kina zalim
ishq wi nai kita zalim
jey firyon da ishq jhoota zalim
fair uda na moosa naal kida joraya zalim
jey abu jahal way jhoota zalim
fair Quran which udda naa kyon aye zalim
ishq wi nai kita zalim
rub rub karda kitabaan parhaya
lub lub tu gheebataan nal bharaya
chub chub tu lookaan nal larya
har kurri tey tera dil aye arrayay
ishq wi nai kitta zalim

Waving stranger
As I roam with a cigi in hand
A beauty wearing a diamond band
With wavy hairs and blowing in pairs
How would love to run my finger dear
Aroused is my manly bear
But cant leave my family I hold dear
Wavy hair and pink luscious lips
Would love to dip them in choco dips
Might be if I had asked a coffee break
All that would have taken is a humorous retake
On judgement day
One would roam free
Sorry Allah, i have sinned, i have bragged
satan in my heart i have always dragged
i had sold my soul to the evil,devil inside
i have always lived with devil, evil beside
i am a rotten apple whom fell from thine gace
i dont know on judgement day, how thine will i face
i am the worst of pharoahs, sinner to the bone
i dont know, how my children live, they are my clone

Abu lahab is a sibbling, feeble for the likes of me
i know my secrets, evil resides in me
i bossom is fllled with the evil within
yet i live, laughing, eating and breathin
life was hard, so was the society
devil nurtured within me with paucity
O Allah, putrid, foul, evil and devilish, i may be
i submit to you and muhammad, please let me be
the torch bearer of purity, buy my soul back
cause and effect is a beauty, in evil i dont want to slack
I ask redemption for the life ahead
by thine i want to be lead
please forgive me
and let me be
Thou, your servant and our maker
With this I announce Allah our maker
Thou giveth direction to the world
Animals, man, insects and every bird
Equality, harmony and beneficience
Conqueror of makkah, we salute thee in silence
Peace be upon you from all muslims
Till death overtake us, till we lay down in muslins
We shout, we rebound, we cry, we try
Heavenly salutation unto you, till we die
Thou showed us the color of Allah, our God
While breaking all statues, end satanic fraud
I am blemished, I am not pure
To my insanity there is no cure
Satan has captured me in his lure
Sin I will, I am human, that's for sure
Please forgive me, I am a sinner
Dressed in platter to Satan's dinner
Don't let that happen don't let it be
For me please say, I am forgiven, let be
There is a place between heaven and earth
Where liars and cheaters are burnt in hearth
There is a place in the hearts of old and grey
Where calm waters are Pacific while they pray
There is a place in the hearts of a child
Where happiness is joyous, carelessly wild
There is a place in wombs of mothers

Where life is born and yield sisters and brothers
There is a place high upon greenery and tree
Where nature flourishes and life is but free
There is a place high above hills and mountains
Where clouds form and nurture life like fountains
There is a place deep down in earth so deep
Where one rests till eternity while loved ones weep
There is a place in hearts and above the star
Where our Lord Allah governs all near and far
Thou need no reason to make
Thou need no reason to break
Non can stop you to remake
Non can stop you to make and break
We are humans we have form
Thou art sublime free from all form
We err and we strive, we care and beware
Thou art pure, Thou art cure, Thou art aware
We have a beginning, we have an end
Thou art limitless, Thou are endless
Every rule you can easily bend
We cherish, we flourish, we have masters
Thou need none of us, you have no need
Though need no reason, to make or to take peek
We have ills, we have chills
We can devours gold ladden hills
Thou art pure, Thou art maker of those hills
We eat, we devour, we are governed by greed
Thou ain't evil, thou art pure, you have no need
Sleepless in the middle of night
I need redemption, my evil I will fight
Please forgive us, so I can become one of right
What was before you
You were there before you
What will be after you
You will be there after you
You knoweth no begining
You knoweth no end
Beginning and end is slave to time
You are the master, thou art sublime
Time obeys you, and you govern it
Twist and turn, you control it
There is no begining
There is no end

You have always been
You will always bee
I am you servant,
Trying to understand thee
Forgive me as I am only human
To err is my destiny,
to err is a reason to be
I seek redemption
Please forgive me
From the soil of Arabia
The greatest Prophet we begeteth
Of all the riches of the World
We Love from him we begeth
The richnessof heart and soul
The daughter he got was a doll
and on his shoulder was the Black Shawl
Every stoney god he stood up and maul
Talked about the One and Only True God
The Master of Time and the RichnessBeyond
I solemnlyHold myself in his custody bond
in an effort that eternal blissmay be found
A true leader and feeder of the thought
A true conqueror likes of which will not be borne
Despite his demise centuriesago, but we still don't mourn
For he is Alive and with Allah wearingthe ultimate Crown
Haroon is my name
Idling is my game
Almighty when yo refrain
I could never explain
I am a sinner
I am a passion
I am Satan's dinner
Always outta fashion
Haroon is my name
Never let in the fame
Excuses I make but lame
Never understand the game
Like the batman's bane
I lost my line and lane
Haroon is my name
Thinking to flirt a dame

Thinking why I came
To this world so tame
A palette full of colors
A ballet of dancers
A child messing with colors
A singer sings a melody
A monk charms away
A holy man recites to keep
Evil and darkness abay
The child sees bright and gay
The youth in its lust drift away
The decades pass with no notion
The colors cherished with devotion
As the child grows old and grey
The colors dim to the shades of dark and grey
Like the night full of stars
Memories shine in the colors dark
There is no color like the color of Almight
Old man tries to color himself bright
In the same colors as of God
The brightest colors are the colors of the lord
Rain of sorrows
Rain made of water
Keeps life in flatter
Runs down the drain
On roads and terrain
Rain drains to canal
Drips cloths of cotton
And of the rich flannel
Drench humans to bottom
Enrich the Wells drains to rivers
Cherish humans while acting like beavers
The water flows to the eternal seas
Blossoms the flowers for the bees
Rain drops from heaven to brighten life
Ends the drought and ends the strife
Bends the rules of the hunger and famish
Runs the rules of life without blemish
A drop of tear from the mother's eye
A drop of repentance from a sinners eye
A drop of pain from sickened mind
A drop from eyes of the eternal blind
Raises the ranks of the humanity to heavens

The unknown human
A mind set of emotions beastly
A hand set on dinner off feastly
A salary of a few dimes measly
A hidden notion of richness misty
I am the unknown human
I am a pain to the ones called man
I have a notion to walk with cane
Since greatness is to me bane
I am a man with a reputation lame
I am hungry for nasty fame
All I got was a cool and beautiful dame
A a pair of sons to give them my name
Lying down on the bed feeling insane
I lived my youth likes of cain
Beating with sticks my faithful great dane
Now my evil lies hidden behind my mane
The insignificant Man
Six foot tall and ready to fight
To remedy his earthly thought and plight
Drinking wine and having caviar as diet
To the unique gold he gives a bite
Well where he stands in front of Al might
Striving for richness with all his might
Living bacteria in his gut, size of a micron
Insignificant in his face living in his feces brown
An upset of bowel and the human gives a frown
Allah Al might never in hunger leave both to drown
Yonder in the dark starry night
Stands tall a star million miles but to human a pinch of light
Yet insignificant is the human in its daze and bright
Not even the size of a dust mite
Allah governs all far, near, big and small
His laws govern all as he stands tall
A notion called life
Without a pinch of spice
A notion called manhood
A testes driven mardood
A notion called wife

Dash of red chillies and spice
A notion called child
Bewildered, joy and cried
A notion called parent
Shouting, beating and repent
A notion called house
Made after caressing the blouse
A notion called home
Yelling, screaming, yet gold and chrome
A notion called office
I am lost thats suffice
A notion called grave
Keep your head up and be brave
A notion called god
Every human has made his own fraud
A notion called money
Lost after marrying a honey
Nationals without a nation
Humans who knoweth not humane
Animals which die of extinction
Christ hanged and left to bane
Movement which knoweth no friction
Kings and queen and a beautiful dane
Poor left to hunger and without salvation
Humans born to be sons of caine
Blinded by rage and aggravation
Humans make excuses lame
Humanity lost to deprivation
Nationals without a nation

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