These are poems that I wrote.
The days do slip and pass Till people cry, alas No time to think or talk Just walk and join the mass No time to fest or feast A cold wind blows from east On my face glows an M My Mark left by the beast PS: The M stands for the six levels of faith (Muslim, Mu’min, Muhsin, Mujahid, Murabit, and Mutasim) Continue reading My Mark of The Beast
I moved into an apartment in the beginning of spring. The apartment was facing a mountain. And I could swear, when the wind blue, I could hear the mountain calling for my soul. Continue reading Pale Blue Fades to Black (Poem)
The Blue Face Man is my Personal Brand Logo. This Poem explains the meaning of it all. Continue reading The Blue Face Man (Poem)
A passing memory of my days as a Cowboy. Continue reading The Cowboy (Poem)
Rohingya when I touch you, you still bleed. The Vivifying pain does tear me apart. The pain so crippling I do not heed. You bleed ink and paint into my art. Rohingya, tell me, you are in deed, an open wound in my Muslim heart. Continue reading Rohingya (Poem)
To all our enslaved brothers and sisters at the borderland. Continue reading East Turkistan (Poem)
Lips are meant to be kissed. Cheeks are meant to be caressed. Eyes are meant to be stared at. Hair is meant to be fiddled with. Hands are meant to be held. Bodies are meant to be squeezed. Flesh is meant to be touched! Otherwise, they just dry up. They become rock, then sand. Then the sand fades away with the wind. All that is … Continue reading Untouched (Poem)
When I looked at her, she was already looking at me. When I smiled at her, she smiled back. When I looked at her again, smiling, she smiled, then shied away. I felt like a human, for the first time, in a long while. Continue reading Blue Jasmine (Poem)
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