Thursday, 10 November 2016

Khanata's And

Khanata's And.

Aga sat aghast,
Palm 'f hand, damp
"Khanata, was at last."

The Aga's Papy stark splay angry,
Dynasty at and.
Apax past.

Bara-Bera was the pall-bearer.
Matched by name.
Then afters she changed

Her symmetry name,
She swapped e, sawn a.
Papy was at pain.

Gleary saw past stamps.

Regal Bara-Bera spanned
The bane'd past Khanata
Then she became name'd
as the new Dynasty.
The Bara-Bera Khanate.


In our verbal world allowing for full and proper vowelation:

Papy chose Barabara as wife for his regal son, the Aga Khan, because her nominal symmetry was apparent, whilst subtly different. After all true symmetry belonged in the Heavens and not in any earthly domain.

In his dominion and the dominion of his father's, that just off symmetry had been maintained by law on pain of death, that allowed the use of "a" as the only vowel sound that could be used. The ee of y was tolerated as an aberration to be overlooked, and scurried under.

Barabara was the ideal wife for Aga. But there is always a case against being too ideal.

She was loved by the people, the people's queen. Whilst the hereditary power of the Aga appeared to diminish.

Bara-Bera revealed herself and the only Khanata came to an "And" moment. E only just stood equally against A.

Bara-Bera became immortalised in the new Khanate.
Whilst Papy was locked away in a tower with only his regal stamp collection to remind him of those beautiful day, that made him just more bleary eyed.

But the glory of, not his days, but the days of his people would be seen to pass those enshrined in his stamps.

The Aga was confined to the role of puppet to be brought out on show at opportune moments. But once the E was unleashed, who could put that genie back in his bottle?

That he had witnessed the numbering of the days of his Khanata because of an engineered love, that turned into a vile scorn, he would never be allowed to forget.

How many revolutions would it take for the three others to be given free expression?


Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Belt of Air

Belt of air.

His belt was one to avoid
The anger rose
Like a bubble burst

Not the fizzle and dazzle
Of soft drinks
But the fester of those that let the anger build

Any excuse to be rough and crude
Which they put down to inhibitions being smoothed

They float gently to the top
Rolling all the bad feelings

Hang ups, into one
Big venting bubble of an air.

That when it erupts
Hurts, and tears,
Relationships apart

And the atmosphere surrounds us all,
As a belt that keeps within
All the vile bile that spews
When confronted by no difference at all.

Save our skin thick colour
That hides our common blue veins
Our red thumping hearts that bleed, when those inconsolable words, pain.

Our common ancestry
Is conveniently forgot
Or is engineered by paradigm
To seem like not a lot

But blood is thicker than air
And whilst air will out
Blood should not.

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Saturday, 22 October 2016



Why am I drawn to write dark poetry? Is it because I feel that morbidity is beautiful?

When death is brought on the day of no doubt, to be sacrificed, is it brought as a lamb.
Is it doe-eyed?
Will it fawn and cry?

Will it plead beauty?

When you read a poem about love and frolicking, is it beautiful if there is no desire and damnation?
Was Dorian Gray beautiful instead of, or because of, his ugliness?

Was he beautiful at all?

Wasn't Mona Lisa but a plain girl made beautiful by the seemly swathes of dark that Da Vinci framed her by?

Her eyes might follow you, hauntingly,
But It's not in the eye of the beholder,
That beauty.

However, lust always is.

A rose does not lead a man to bleed, until he picks it.
A beauty does not corrupt a man, until he desires it..

And cannot have it.

The first sight is yours,
But the second is the devils
Because you lusted after it.


Men might lust after beauty,
But beauty transcends them.
Escapes capture by our eyes,

Resides forever in our heart.

And when that is corrupted,
Beauty is lost...

And all that remains
Is lust

A pale shadow,


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Location:Skull Island

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Wake up and smell the Coffee

"Wake up and Smell the Coffee"

Two layers of darkness
Envelope me
The inner, shiny
Mirrored and bright.

The tear intrigues
Like a magpies delight
Wafer thin
Feather light

Slither and glides
Slips inside

The bitterest of things
That melts in my mouth
Oozes velvet

I love this best
With Cappuccino
On the side.

But to all the rest
The coffee is the truth

To which this
Is the lie

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Location:Coursera: Sharpened Vision, a poetry workshop.

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

For a friend.

And I understand where you are coming from... That there is some Power that is unseeable.

When Aristotle explored life, he did so from looking into its infancy- he reasoned that if you could understand it there then you could anywhere.

And when he looked into it there he found a life force that was clear and evident.

In one experiment he took an embryo cut it in half and reimplanted it back into the animal.
The embryo thrived and produced a whole infant animal... As if some regenerative power made it whole again.

Of all the sciences two figure greatly in the argument of the Qur'an
- one is embryology
- the second is cosmology..

And in our modern era, it is these two that point magnificently to a creator.

I completely understand the contempt that organised religion holds for many..

And yes Islam is organised, but critically with open sources (and not hidden material), and without a priesthood or clergy.

Sometimes it's the not knowing what you are supposed to do that holds you back from focussing on the meaning.

When you know what you are supposed to do, it leaves you free to experience the meaning.

Otherwise your mind is constantly this way and then that..
Without a clear direction or place.

And Islam is the direction, and to GOD is our return.

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Location:The Lyceum.

Sunday, 11 September 2016

The Messenger (saw) who asked for one small thing for himself.

I was warned by someone not to say this lest people become jealous, but I hope to instruct people.

I swear that if I have lied here, then May Allah t'ala curse me...

And I am not a liar.

I have seen the honoured one, the Messenger of Allah (saw) in a dream three times, years ago.

The first time I saw him (saw) in a dream from a small distance and he sent his salaams to me through a third person, who brought them to me.

Months later I saw him (saw) again and this time I was ushered by another person into his presence and he (saw) came towards me, smiling with his arms outstretched to welcome me in an embrace. I could not take the auspiciousness of his presence, and the occasion, and I fled.

I did not regret running, because I believed myself to be unworthy. And with good reason.

The third time. I still could not tolerate a direct encounter. And yet when I entered the dream, we were seated on the floor together and his right shoulder was against my left shoulder and his (saw) body was facing away from me and yet his
face was half turned towards me so that I could tolerate his magnificent presence.

And our hands were raised in supplication and he (saw) bade me to ask of the Most Gracious. I asked for what I wished for, and he (saw) said Ameen.

And there the dream ended.
I will not tell what I asked for, that is for me to know.

I swear once again that if I have lied about these encounters then may Allah t'ala curse be upon me.

I am not a scholar, nor do I have pre tensions of being one.
I do not know Arabic.
And even the supplications that I make are in English.

This does not mean that I do not want to learn Arabic or the supplications in Arabic.

Sometimes I oversleep and then pray my Fajr upon waking.
I err, and I ask for forgiveness.
And I am still learning the religion, trying to be better in it... Slowly.

And I am not a Sufi, and do not think that their fervent poetry and overt love is a necessity for seeing what I have seen.

This last Umrah, that I made, a special occurrence happened to me that I will not relate here.

I am not a fervent worshippers, but I worship. I try to follow the advice of Bilal (ra), when he said that after every ablution he performs two rakah Nafl.

I am not of those who make their religion difficult, nor those self righteous types, nor even of those who fasted the ten of Dhul Hijjah.

But j will tell what I do, do.
Perhaps it may be of benefit to you.

The Messenger of ALLAH on this day, the day of Hajj, gave his farewell sermon to a multitude of people, the like not seen.

And afterwards he asked of them one simple question, and they replied and then he asked them to bear witness to it.

Down through the ages, that question remains there for all of us to respond to it.

He (saw) asked, "Have I not delivered the Message?" And they responded, Yes. And then he asked them to bear witness to it.

For a man who gave everything to us, and withheld nothing for himself, to ask of us just one thing is overwhelming. That that thing is something easy to do is outstanding.

For the past I don't know how long, I have responded to that question.

And in my dua I bear witness.

I say,

I bear witness that there is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is His Messenger.
And I bear witness that Muhammad (saw) has fulfilled the trust laid on him by ALLAH, and I have believed in ALLAH because of Muhammad, so ALLAH reward him with magnificence, for verily I would not have believed but for him.


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Saturday, 10 September 2016

Who the Messenger Chose..

The Messenger (saw) choose Abu Bakr (as).

Too often we forget how beautiful our religion is, that it is an open religion.

It is quiet unlike the mystical ancient religions where one caste disdains another, or like our Christian and Jewish forbears that have hierarchies of priests.

Ours is an open religion, where the sources are known, and the fundamentals are available and accessible. Just as the Hajj, the pinnacle of our worship, is in essence a walk and a standing and a sacrifice. It's simplicity and accessibility is startling.

And this simplicity and accessibility is present not just in our religion but also in the society it seeks to guide.

It is instructive to remember that our Messenger (saw) choose Abu Bakr (as).

He (saw) did not choose him because they were best friends. Being aware of this some companions held the opinion that Abu Bakr (as) was the one who best knew the Qur'an.

But that was a speculative judgement as our Messenger (saw) did not leave our appreciation of Abu Bakr's talents to chance, he (saw) said of him that he is the best amongst you, because he has the best heart.

Abu Bakr (ra) had a specialist knowledge in a field of study, but it was not in the Qur'an, nor was it in the Hadeeth.

If you have read the Seerah, then many of you will know his specialisation and where his expertise lay, and I ask that those who know then tell it here, so that all can know.

He was known as a specialist in that field by the companions.
And the Messenger choose him.

Because he had heart.
And he is not the one who brought arguments from the Qur'an or Hadeeth, he was better than that.

He knew that the Qur'an and Hadeeth are there to instruct us, and not there so that one man can use them to control other men and then revert us all back to old ways, of a segmented closed society.

Ours is an open society, where we can question without fear of being accused of backbiting, or causing disunity, or even accused of hankering after Power.

The Messenger (saw) choose Abu Bakr (as).

And in that vital moment when the Ansar confirmed that choice, Abu Bakr (as) did not prove his credentials by saying or using the Qur'an or Hadeeth.

Do not trust men who use the Qur'an in such matters, where they want to impress, or where they want to prove their religiosity. It was not done then, it should not be done now.

The Qur'an is there to instruct us, it is there to be studied and applied, but not used like that.
And not used for backward and forward argument, as if it were a sword in your hands.

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