by Ayah Musaad
Monday, 20 June 2011
09:00 p.m
When I’m inspired…
Words of thoughts run like tears when you cry.
Powerful words rushing like a strong tide;
Leaping with wisdom and growing wide.
But, don’t be scared… for these words are kind.
These words of thoughts are free of any lie.
So you see why I can’t lock them in; I can’t keep them vaulted inside.
Because, these words are MORE than just words…
They’re experiences and advices with guides,
The untold stories, told from both sides.
The vital signs that we ignore and push aside;
Those about forgetting when God constantly provides,
Or His mankind, that you assume you have the right to divide?
They encourage you to help all the charities you can find,
Please try, the poor need your help and they won’t decline.
These words are designed to Open; the closed, sealed shut, ignorant, dark, narrow, unthankful minds.
And these words of thoughts are your wake up calls…
That say it is time to break down arrogant walls.
Come and listen because these words are not age specific;
they’re permitted for all.
Now don’t get me wrong but I sure don’t call… myself a poet.
I am only a writer.
A writer with words; strong and effective like a physical fighter.
I am not here to judge or to start a fight,
I just want to be let in Your mind and ignite some useful light.
So You can decide what is wrong and what is right.
And I won’t stop.
I won’t stop, even if life gets worse,
Because writing is a Gift not a curse,
I am not demented don’t call a nurse.
And I am No crook preaching for that cash in your purse.
But I will continue to Write verse after verse,
Through the great and the worse.
Till I reach the top of my goal,
And that is to bring True happiness to your deprived soul.
Now I am no Langston Hughes or Maya Angelou.
And definitely not Boonaa Mohammed… well yet
I am merely a growing writer, with a soul Hungry to be fed.
Fed with noble words that Allah said.
Sent from the heavens up above,
From the only One; who has my undying, untarnishing,
daily growing fiercely stronger and lingering
for longer and longer True, Genuine love.
Verily Allah helps me tell it how it should be told…
BOLD.
Not in a hateful way but the Only truth we mould with words.
Words that Shine into your life like… well like shiny gold.
Words that stick in your Remembrance day by day as you grow old.
Words that Educate the arrogant and heartless cold.
Words that Prevent your soul to the devil be sold.
Words that make you Listen to the True truth as it unfolds.
Words that let you relax consider and unload…
Stop, Hold…
Say Alhamdulillah Rabi al-Alameen and Always praise your Lord.
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