poetry for my blogging friends

i was recently reminded of the power words can have. it was silly of me to forget really, as i have seen for myself how genuine, sincere words can mean more than any grand gestures.
so, i am going to eventually write a poem for all of you guys to show you how much you mean to me. and i pray it it brightens your day and shows you all how much you mean to me.
here's the first one.


english class, the very first day
the teacher asked "on a desert island, what five things would you take?"
she answered "my prayer mat" straight away
and i thought this is the kind of friend i want to make

so much has changed since then
the years have gone by so fast
our friendship will be trialled again and again
yet i know it will always last

farzana, with her eyes like a cat
and the kind of beauty you just can't hide
but don't let the outer beauty distract
from the true beauty inside

for she will drop everything if only you ask
and would gladly give you everything she owns
she will help you out in any task
and is nothing but goodness to her very bones


zana, one of the first people i go to whenever things get bad
and when she's in need i want to help her cope
her way with words has won her many a friend, including my grandad!
and with her as your friend, you will never give up hope

my poetry attempt

i've got nothing to say
but feel like posting anyway
at least this rhymes though
and i generally hate that, you know
and no i will not apologise for this post
in fact, i think it is something of which i will boast
i hope i will still have some friends left though
and they don't suddenly decide they no longer want to know
i'm starting a section on random stuff
but please don't get in a huff
i'll be back soon with something useful to say
so, don't go away
and until then spread greetings of peace
and make sure your good deeds never cease

(this counts as a poem right? i wasn't about to spill my guts on this thing!)

an msn conversation

Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:
hi
Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:
wud u like to b honered in listening to one of my poems
hema says:
always , go ahead
Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:
its wayyy better than your sisters(i say with modesty)


Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:

Forgive me my sins today and tomorrow
Help build a better world away form sorrow
Help the orphan child all alone
Guide us to the path that you have shown
Help make the ummah whole again
Help take away the poverty and pain


Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:

if u laugh, laugh silently

hema says:
again doesn't ryhme with pain
Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:
it does if u say it like this...againe
Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:
instd of agen
hema says:
oh.. but when does anyone around here say it like that
Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:
wen they read my poem!
hema says:
oh.. but how will they know they have to read it like that
Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:
u lil tramp,
quit bashing it
its a first attempt
hema says:
ok, im sorry but just one more thing,.. have you been listening to any nasheeds lately
Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:
not really why?
Hema:
because that sounds suspiciously like one

EDITED FOR REASONS OF SHARAM:)
hema
ok, fine your poem shall go on my blog
Death is around the corner,if only but u realised says:
nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

(obviously i got her to agree eventually, and told her i would put up one of my effors tomorrow to laugh at..)

medics and creativity

i'm not sure what it is about medics wanting to be all creative in their free time. perhaps it is because they spend all day dealing with illness and icky stuff? anyhow, one of my sisters has decided to take up embroidery and knitting (??) we're quite pleased about the embroidery part actually, she is rather good. i think we may be waiting a while for our scarves though:) i'll put up pictures soon so you can see how good she is. of the embroidery i mean. i probably shouldn't put up any of the knitting just yet!
i also wanted to a say a big public thank you as she tidies my part of the room occasionally.. well ok a little more than occasionally, but in my defence, it helps her relax after a hard day's work! the last time, she organised my brooches into different sections, all colour coordianted and everything:)

anyhow another sister, baba, is writing poetry at the moment. here are my favourites:

DOUBLE HEARTED

Lacking in happiness and joy,
A desperate cry from the soul,
Something missing; a deep penetrable hole.

Silently afraid, screaming for help,
Gasping to breathe and fighting to beat,
Afraid of the day its Lord it will meet.

Needed but neglected and forgotten,
Overridden by the biological heart,
The soul, the spiritual part.

THE MOST MERCIFUL

An ummah drowned in their wrongs,
Accumulating sins splattering onto floods,
So much temptation and so little restraint,
Embarrassingly easy but shockingly scary.

Immersing ourselves in insignificance,
Blinded by desires and excuses,
Sinking deeper into plunging depths,
From illumination to coldness.
Hoping for the best,
A message brings hope of rescue,
As ar-Rahman tells us,
‘My Mercy overcomes My Wrath.’


REVEALING MODESTY

I'm hidden underneath ripples of purity,
A feeling of refreshing security,
I feel true liberation,
Shared by my sisters throughout the nation,
I'm guarded from eyes made of stony coldness,
From their glare unwanted and senseless,
I'm gliding through an ignorant storm,
With my delicate armour so soothing and warm,
My umbrella of protection,
Tailored to perfection.

i know, i was rather impressed too. constructive comments only about these please. no one (except me!) is allowed to say anything bad about my sisters. or else.