GONE FOR GLORY, AND NOT FOR GOLD

GONE FOR GLORY, AND NOT FOR GOLD

GONE FOR GLORY, AND NOT FOR GOLD

Gone for years, but the memories still linger in the hearts,
The pain still hunts,
It cuts so deep in the heart and it still hurts.
Life’s the fastest trip but only the wise gives in some thoughts,
Flashing back in memory gets the eyes wet and the body hots.
“May you be blessed.” Was your favourite phrase.
Remembering your words make eyes drop tears,
And the heart cracks.
“May Allah bless your grave and your progenies guide.”
Become my favorite phrase since your demised.

Gone for years,
But they set only a day for you.
Mothers day- they call it,
This is foolishness in all its ramifications and I call it feeble.
Within this ideology they wish everyone is entangle,
Away from this foolishness I’ll always struggle.
For every day of my life in your thoughts I’ll spend,
If Allah makes me able.

My Queen from the Nile,
My unlettered heroine, a pearl in my heart,
My Mother, my perfect Woman, my love!
They said you are gone for years,
So for you is just a day.
Yes, you are gone.
But gone for what?
Gone for Glory, and Not for Gold,
So for you are all days.
while the Body lays in the Dusts,
May the Soul rests with the Lord of Hosts.
May Allah bless your journey,
Ameen may the angels answered.

Gone for Glory, and not for Gold,
For years you’ve sojourned.
Sooner or later i too shall sojourn on this same path,
Whenever the time comes,
I have but only one wish..
That with the righteous may we be unite,
In Allah’s house of guests,
Aljannatul firdousi, an abode so blessed.
Ameen.

©Musa Shehu Uthman
July, 2015
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Beyond a distant Horizon

Beyond a distant Horizon

[Written for Z]

The sun is risen above the summit of a mountain- a Dwala-
Beaming, chasing darkness away;
Rejuvenating the veld as the dew shimmers,
Pasture assumes its deep brown lustre
As if trying to blend with the golden sun’s rays;
The Dwala – where it had momentarily perched-
Has slowly set it free for its westerly journey

My Tropical Savannah is a beauty:
Deep brown pasture in summer, clustered bushes and umbrella trees
Irregular footpaths run across its plains,
I assume one of them leads to you,
But as I trace them, they shy away at a distant horizon,
As if the sky is eating them up
***
The sun brings a light breeze mid-flight,
It blows softly on my quill,
Making a melody with the fur;
Whistling a song on the brim of my inkwell

On one footpath, I spot two love birds coming from the well,
The damsel is balancing an earthen calabash on her head;
My lips crease into a marvel-smile at their chatter and carefree laughter
I am surprised at myself for sharing their moment of bliss,
But then, it is always easy to share happiness.

Bliss is…abstract,
As the beauty and radiance of our sun

But the burden of sadness is…concrete,
Something I can share with you,
Only after I trace these footpaths beyond the horizon
***
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The dying sun perches on a faraway ridge like an alter offering
Its deep brown rays permeate the foliage.
By and by, colours fade away with darkness.

The veld now looks old and beaten, almost gothic,
The sun is gone, leaving a trace of a blue-brown spectrum;
I hope it has come to you my dear,
With the same happiness it brings me
***

Darkness sets in.

Though my sentiments are hurt at the thought of having to close my inkwell,
I love the sweet calmness reigning in harmony with the sound of nocturnals,
Besides, seeing another beautiful sunrise is enough consolation.

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For Them

For Them

For Them

Whole life you tried to know my truest
When lot of things to give you
You felt all that all cheapest
Even when my soul speaks you never
Grasp its indicating signs as true?
Like this lot of things gone as fun why?
And as important what I said two lines
Now I do not remember so much hate my memory
Which was ready to forgot your past vampire
It was became like wound in my heart
But I accepted to forget that all
Still I look as holy angel to you
Ever you read it in my eyes?
Ever you realize I am away or alien from hug?
Then why you don’t care and listen me with your heart?
Is my verse withered because of these love woes
Are you feeling possessing you demeans you
By my sad verse?
That is not right assumption my sweet love
I am singing crying truly for them
Who are still deprived and lonely weeping
In midnight.
For them
For them only this my true performance.
And here why the hell all this messy between us?

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Plucked

Plucked

Plucked from
the tree of
love and
trampled beneath
the feet of
her unconquered
pride
Continuous rain
of scissors from
the eyes of hers
tearing my
delicate heart
with mercy
subtracted; and
I still beyond
refrain to love
her. Idiocy mine
is what kind of
that i embrace
whatever she
bestow me.
My silence it is
to bear her
questions; otherwise
my answers if
will i give,
will shake the
roots of the
questions of hers
for sure.

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A Cursed Paradise- Kashmir

A Cursed Paradise- Kashmir

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City of saints
Is mourning again
Dark shaded blood
Reflecting on leaves
Of chinar, in the graveyard
Of our dreams.

Our dreams sobbing
In the lacerating edges
Of barbarous razor wire.
Wars in every street
Is all we have,
bullets and stones
Are we crawling from
Murder of innocence
Is the title of lullabies
Mornings are heart wrenching
And nights are never-ending

Laps and bosoms
Carry an ocean of tears
Hearts and eyes
Are screaming untold stories
Mountains and skies
Are imbibing the cries
Every new born child
Is cursed in this lost paradise.

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Delusion

Delusion

Mine you are
Thought i thousand
Times; But all
False weaving
Was I.
Had intended many
Times to be safe
From the love
of you.
Ah! Your master
Smiles succeed in
Knitting the itchy
Net defeat the
Calm and liberation
Of me the poor.
Scattered the shards
Of heart after
Smashed by the
Unmerciful blows
Of a proud stone
With rumpus unheard
Complains mine
Returned with
Jeering and refute
O! Brain user
Will you ever
Get time to
Count the beats
Of my jejune
Heart.
How long you
Will fell the prey
Of this foppish
World.
Here my battle
Of breaths too
Close to be conquered and you
There are yet
To unlock your
Negligence. My
World so dark
I am left in to
Find myself
As a child left
Woods besieged
With hungry foxes
Searching his mother.
So broken am
I
But who cares
For fellows
Purses tattered
whose are.

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