TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 9 lipca 2012
I still remember the day we parted, my love,
I still remember the day we went our separate ways.
You did not say anything,
And I did not ask.
But your teary eyes said it all.
Was our love so weak?
Could we not spend the rest of our days,
Together? Could we have not gone,
To the shore of the great ocean,
One more time, where we met for the first time,
Under the crimson sky?
No, our love was strong,
We parted because we loved,
We parted for the love of our mother land.
Your tears made me weak,
But your silence made me strong,
So, I left with a heavy heart,
Not as a coward but as a brave soldier.
Heaven cried that day,
As dews of your saddened mind,
Came down your snow white chicks.
But you said nothing,
And I didn’t ask.
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 9 lipca 2012
They stand on the top of the world.
They look down upon us, with those cunning eyes,
As sharp as a cleaver that cuts through your flesh.
Do they feel pity? Oh! So greasy words-to soothe your pain?
Or, to give you hope? Don’t be fooled.
Don’t you see the smirk! They will feed you,
The words of bright future, only to milk you dry.
Want to point your finger? Go ahead!
But pay the undertaker first,
To arrange a room six feet under.
What are you to them have you ever thought?
Mere zooplanktons to feed on.
They shook hands with Lucifer,
They walk the path of Faustus.
Rights? You want to talk about rights?
With them? Your words will never reach their ears.
They buy a nation and its future in the morning,
Only to sell it in the evening.
They raise impious wars on foreign lands,
Because battles earn them living.
I wonder how much a man needs,
To lead a simple life, and to raise a happy family?
I ask, Is the world not enough for you?
Truly only the soil of your own grave,
Can satisfy your hunger.
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 6 lipca 2012
Estranged by the brick walls
From the outside world,
I sit alone by my window.
I see only sunshine dripping through the bars,
And a blue sky beautiful and bold.
But I live in my shadow.
I seldom see a bird or two,
flying so high and carefree,
I wish I were one of them.
Inside my room old I grow,
moments being shed from longevity,
As I have lost a priceless gem.
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 2 kwietnia 2012
You ask me who I am,
I am me, a worm,
“Can be seen by none” worm,
“Yuck! Step on the damn thing” worm,
“Crawling through earthly garbage” worm,
“Trying to wake the goddess of luck from her eternal slumber”
worm,
“Turning, twisting, wriggling my way though the gutter of
the society” worm,
“Escaping from a muddy, sticky hole, only to enter another”
worm,
Looking for a new bright sun on the golden horizon,
The usher of my good hope.
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 8 marca 2012
Along comes a bandit vicious,
To rob my treasures so precious.
How she got in, damn, I don’t know,
I was alerted by the whistle blow.
Guards, sentinels started the search,
I remember, it was a midnight in March.
She seems clever and apt at looting,
But what she wants won’t be getting.
It’s not the first that I am robbed,
Now I am cautious and won’t be sobbed.
On the monitor I see her masked,
I am determined that she will be asked,
Why she comes and what she desires,
What this robbery, her, inspires?
Oh! No she’s here! But wait! No gun!
“Are you here to make some fun?”
She removes her mask and smiles at me,
“I come to take your heart”, says pretty.
I am done, again, for I fell in love,
Though I know she will fly away, my precious dove!
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 6 marca 2012
I, to myself, laugh,
What an irony it is! Your beauty unveiled!
What a lovable dame you are!
But I can’t fall in love!
Moments of intense patience,
Have I passed, only to see how beautiful you are!
Pandora’s Box is open, so is my feeling unbarred.
But how do I define this feeling?
I see you, on the other side of the road,
I smile and you blush.
I want to cross the road,
But there is no end to this traffic!
You wave at me.
I look! Your ride has come!
You wave again! But the traffic will never end.
You wave one last time....
I smile …. And say…Goodbye…..
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 5 marca 2012
Shall I compare your eyes.
With the darkness of my heart?
For the pleasure of a lustful beauty,
Can only an impure heart enjoy.
What is pure, is always bright,
And bright and black can’t bed together.
Your eyes call me, as does an eye of a tornado,
That only grasps, squeezes and devours.
So, look at me one more time.
Let yourself be my siren.
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 28 lutego 2012
There creeps the dark of night,
Ensnaring all that shine so bright.
In the grave of silence still I lay,
And think of the past-old and gray.
Things lost and mistakes made,
Come in flashes as they never fade.
I jaywalk in the alleys of mind,
To look for glory but none I find.
Loves lost have gone so far,
Leaving me alone and with a scar.
Memories from my dreary past,
Come to haunt me finding aghast.
Lone silence is now my friend,
Whom I dare to try and rend.
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 28 lutego 2012
I see the world,
through a colorless
glass.
The sky so blue,
and the green of
grass.
Tiny birds,
and eagles fly.
Up in the sky,
and so high.
Golden sun,
shines so bright.
Mountains boast,
proud upright.
Peaceful Ocean,
The surf less blue,
Keep me gazing,
for hours! No clue.
I see an Island,
Oh! So, green!
HE WHO creates,
can never be mean!
Artsy creation,
with heavenly touch.
We all can praise HIM,
but never so much!
HE has beauty,
which seen no eyes.
we can't even think,
in heaven what lies!
The world is a place
of a divine test.
All must take it before
the final rest.
The world we reside
is full of lust.
What we see here
must not trust.
This whole world
is a magical place.
Touch what you need
but don't embrace.
The devil's snare
it we call.
The firmer your grip is
the deeper you fall.
But not to worry
for there is light.
Must not let go
but hold 'em tight.
The books of charm
will be our guide.
To the heaven
with a heavenly ride.
Can you guess
what they are?
Quran and sunnah
all together.
That's all to say
with words so few.
Salam and may the
peace be upon you.
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 28 lutego 2012
Money is power,
Money is might.
Don't give it away,
but hold real tight.
When it's dark,
it brings us light.
So, don't give away.
and hold it tight.
money buys food,
money buys peace,
please don't hate it,
but give it a kiss.
look at the poor,
you will be sure.
so don't hate it,
'cause it buys cure.
Go to the doc,
Say I am ill.
He won't treat,
'cause can't pay the bill.
Look around you,
Don't you see?
We can argue,
But none is free.
I see people,
With empty bowl,
Too much skinny,
too weak even to crawl.
Sweetest word,
Does no more matter,
Don't have money?
Then, Please! Scatter.
I love money,
And on it, I sleep.
Wonder how it's possible?
There's poor to reap!
Call your Jesus,
Or The GOD you call.
But money buys everything,
Thus feeds us all.
Money worshiper,
Call me so?
Who doesn't love it?
Who doesn't bow?
Love? I can't buy?
You make me laugh.
You must not be hungry,
To be able to love.
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