Whispers...

...
Give me hope, I breathe

Give me reason, I reach
Give me love, I wonder
...
Is life a raging thunder
Or a bubble of my own blunder
Or a daze from human slumber
Or a doze of imaginative wonder(s)
...
Is death an aging comma
Or a sanctuary for the soul to ponder
Or a solace for the mind to meander
Or a dungeon for the body to winder
...
Could conscience be found in sunder
Amidst a tormentous summer
Would consciousness be regained in tender
At the verge of a dazzling winter
...
Is Man a seed of reason
A source of knowledge and wisdom
Or a fugitive of ultimate treason
Behaving in a manner displeasing
And so he marvels in pretence
Of his purpose in an ordered existence
But could he attain his intents
Without the aid of a higher pontence
Could he dictate his freedom
Anoint for himself an embellished Kingdom
Then whither, and I solemnly ask, lies the final season
...
Alas
Hollow is the voice I seek
To Whisper to me which path to heed
For gloomy is the fate I see
And grave are the days around me
So Praised be the One and Only Supreme
For He alone can set me free
From my own bondage,
Which I and men willfully decreed
...
So give me hope, I breathe
Give me reason, I reach
Give me love...

Ibn Adam

The Paradox...

I am a Beginning, I am an End;

I am a prey for Circumstance to dent

I am the Living, I am the Dead;
I am a boundary between two Depths

I am a King, I am a Slave;
I am the servant who's Loyal yet Knave

I am the Young, I am the Old;
I am the reason Wisdom unfolds

I am the Good, I am the Evil;
I am the Encompasser of the modern and the medieval

I am Now, I am Then;
I am but a Moment in history's den

I am the Enemy, I am the Friend;
I am the Smith whom breaks and mends

I am War, I am Peace;
I am the domain where Chaos sleeps

I am Love, I am Hate;
I am the home of an 'Unknown Fate'

I am Sadness, I am Joy;
I am just a character in Satan's ploy

I am the Right, I am the Wrong;
I am the Weakness created strong

I am the Foolishness, I am the Acumen;
I am the Virtue whom loses in argument

I am the Blessing, I am the Curse;
I am an entity of countless Spurs

I am the Coldness, I am the Heat;
I am the Condition which changes all feat

I am Above, I am Beneath;
I am a Judge whose verdict bequeaths

I am Bondage, I am Freedom;
I am the choice between Faith and Reason

I am Noise, I am Silence;
I am the Solace of every violence

I am the Oceans, I am the Lands;
I am the Wilderness that wildly expands

I am Punishment, I am Mercy;
I am the consequence of an 'Ultimate Legacy'

I am the Pleasure, I am the Pain;
I am the Feeling forever strained

I am the Unknown, I am the Certain;
I am the product of an 'Ultimate Bargain'

I am the Deep, I am the Shallow;
I am the design so Empty yet Halo

I am the Brave, I am the Coward;
I am the Hero whose victory's devoured

I am the Body, I am the Spirit;
I am the Creature whose essence has no limit.

I am the Solitary, I am the Diverse;
I am an Empathy in this whole universe

I am the Ample, I am the Brief;
I am just a Fragment in an eternal breeze

I am the Rich, I am the Poor;
I am the Beggar whose benevolence serves more

I am the Patient, I am the Desperate;
I am the menace whom Destroys what he can't create

I am Darkness, I am Light;
I am the Nexus that links up time's might

I am Dusk, I am Dawn;
I am the Noon whose Evening has gone

I am the Truth, I am the False;
I am a Contradiction upon which Nature falls

I am the Guided, I am the Lost;
I am the Traveller whose destination is crust

I am the Healthy, I am the Ill;
I am a Miscreant whom desires' tranquil

I am the Hope, I am the Doubt;
I am the Sailor whose voyage ends in drought

I am the Humble, I am the Proud;
I am an Emissary whose Message is simple, yet Loud

I am the Real, I am the Myth;
I am the Legend whose power has no width

I am the Miracle, I am the Script;
I am the Prophecy whose quest never quits

I am the Son, I am the Father;
I am the Inheritor of this mighty Mother

I am Human, I am a Being;
I am the Paradox whose existence is keen...

Ibn Adam

Oh Ramadan...!

Oh Ramadan,
Oh thee place in time
Oh thee home of Salaam,
Baraka and 'Amaan'
Oh thee vanquisher of sins,
withholder of evil, shielder from 'Dalaal'...
Oh thee Mother of all 'Haqq',
Posessor of the 'Light',
Beholder of the ultimate 'Guidance'
Oh thee conveyer of the Rites,
the Path, and the ultimate Parlance
Oh thee bringer of Respites,
moulder of the Scheme,
and the Righteous Clearance...
Oh thee distinguisher of Truth and evil,
Right and evil, Good and evil
Oh thee fortress of hope
Of whose path leads only to the bounteous Abode
Oh thee in whose domain belongs the 'Night of all Possibilities'
Oh thee bringer of faith, greatness and absolute peace...
How do I praise thee, brace thee, embrace thee so thine grace and mercies begets me?
Art thou a kind stranger,
a generous guest
or a benevolent wayfarer?
Art thou a giver of glad tidings,
or indeed, a time-warner?
Art thou a witness of good,
or a restricter of bad manners?
Does one celebrate thy coming or mourn thy leave?
For certainly, those whom know thee care thee;
and those whom don't, fare thee...
Indeed, the invisible 'Rahmah' thee be
For why else would some crave thee whence others wave thee?
Alas!
'Woe is to him whom resent thee'
-as thus claimed thine Prophet,
may Peace rests he.
Thou came and with thy coming
the lucky art set free
On whose souls thine peace and mercies art mine humble pleas...
And if I'd wish a wish,
would thou accord a deed
That mine path also ends with thee,
And on the day of Reckoning,
to thine and mine Lord,
thou be a 'Dear' witness to me?
For indeed, 'Abdun Salih
is all I ever seek to be...
At the end, may I bid thee,
'Salaam, bil '£ouda ya Ramadan',
And in earnest faith I shall crave thee...

Ibn Adam

Hope...

Lost,
in thick black darkness
Wandering,
in dead cold silence
Uncertain,
desperately searching...

Thence, the dancing breeze ceased,
like in a mysterious dream
Thence, all thoughts froze,
like in a horror stream
Thence, everything I know,
seems to be negating me
Thence, everyone I cherish,
turns to be refusing me
Thence, doubt embraced love and rage,
birthing emotional cacophony
Thence, I reached,
but my arms kept failing me
Is what I seek, perhaps, beyond me?
Or, is it time that withholds my destiny?
In grave fear!
"all lost... all gone... dear God,
who's gonna rescue me?!"

Wait!
Here comes the dim light of dawn towards me
Look!
there goes the cold misty haze away from me
Listen!
I hear voices,
perhaps of them whom I seek
Aren't these faint footsteps of those whom I need!...

Alas!
Life, it is said, ends before it begins
It is a rotating order of dawns after dusks
A chaotic jumble of grimaces, scowls and grins
A turn of crass misfortunes,
in bits after bits
A circle of bricks on a roller spin
A fluctuation of merriments,
like the occasional drummer's kicks...

Thus,
at the very moment one is about to give in
Whence the lungs gasps for air to breathe in
Finally,
you realise something amiss within
It is dead, nay it is living
It is that subtle craving
"Hope..."
That which longs within...!

Ibn Adam

Moments

Long,
yet not gone
Shared cheered moments
seeming quite lost
Cherished days of amusements
all seem scarce
A willing heart
A tending mind
Seeking,
what lies behind the curtains
Yet seems afar...
Craving,
That inspirational voyage
Those adventurous quests
Hidden within mesmerizing rhythms
That melodious heavenly flute
Those magnificent elegant portraits
Muffled within conveniently arranged meters...
Slow passionate dreams
Honing,
a little more oomph
Wondering,
How much more would one need
To raise those curtains
To see,
yet once more,
The beauty that awaits
Yonder those lids...

-Ibn Adam