Poetry by Mudassir Khan

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Life is life, but death

Slowly as life passes me by, I become more and more pessimistic

Easily getting alone discouraged

No real confidence or independence

Not without help and assistance

I used to be very enthusiastic, decisive and wild

Now this flies away in the violent aggressive wind

Like I’m a juicy grape, under someone’s smelly feet pressed down, and squashed, to make wine, put in wait, to ferment

To be drank by a rich man intoxicated by its fragrance and sweetness. One day when this grape is long gone and dead

Yet, it feels a bit vengeful, knowing I would be disgusting, if known

My confident supportive memory is long dead and weak

To encourage a rewind, is painful

It was all despondent earthly material

I dont fear death, for life is the same

Forgetting, if I can, keeps me supportedly surrounded

But dead inside

Growing Up

When a child is growing slowly inside

The mother is always worried yet expectant

What and how much to eat and drink

Boy or girl, what name to decide

And the dad dreaming if he would have descendants

Both trying not to miss even a blink

Life is given but never truly taken. For we can’t create the already created. We kill but isn’t it just human of us?

When the baby is born, and the mother hears its first cry

Smiling in relief, when just before she thought she just might die

Dad smiles and also with relief releasing his inner sigh

Yet mum did the try

As the named child grows

Happy or sad mum and dad always knows

As the child’s desire to leave eventually shows

Mum’s pain is like she’s alone in the night surrounded by deaths black crows

Dad tries to keep his child

As this seems like a crime and he lives an eternal moment as time slows of

But the grown-up kid wants to run free and wild

So, the once helpless child happily goes

Leaving the now helpless old mum and dad

Sometimes it is that bad

Sometimes it is refreshingly enjoyable

And also, very sad

Some would force you to become completely mad

Convincing you that it’s YOU they own and had

Yet the love sometimes does stay

And the child does stay and try

Wiping your painful tears of age when you cry

Reminding them of when together you used to play

With you till you age and die

Visiting and praying for you, with a hopeful sigh

Life and death are a cycle, we will all meet again

Nothing lasts forever. It’s all just a ‘now’

Reasonably So

What is it that gets your goals accomplished?

Revenge, or being aggressive or pacifist?

You may think you aren’t racist

That they’ve done you a great injustice

“I’m good, I can forgive” you persist and insist

Ever felt like you’re being extinguished

By a fascist

So you commit crimes, claiming they “just perished…”

To admit, with little courage

That you wished you had

You lied, filled with false pride

And died

Leaving criminals behind.

Lost

I know you feel alone

And I know you feel completely lost

Yet, you always feel and hear an eery, cold ringing tone

To stop them, what will it ultimately cost?

Falling even before you soar and fly

Allah must have a great plan for you

You always know and believe that Islam is incomparably true

Believing can be as easy as 1 & 2

You feel like the love in your core of your heart and mind is dying

Cold and alone, no one notices you crying

Just like we do, we keep on persevering

Yet, in this short life, too much is just like lying

To feel love, you need to feel hate. It’s all a balance

When the walls of your mind crumble and fall

You need to look up, and stand up tall

To the one is all who you need to call

Allah is always with us, without him we are just like useless dust

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2 COMMENTS

  1. Yes, I think a lot about death and in what manner I should live. Death is what defines us, guides us. We will all die one day, but will will be just a memory or something greater?

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  2. This poetry is very powerfully introspective. It feels like an examination of life, aging and death. There is a sense of powerlessness, that life is happening to us. I would like to hope that we have a little more control over our path.

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