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In the Name of God بسم الله


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  1. That fateful day often comes back to me. When I look down on the people who are, I think of those who were... once upon a time. Who were, and never will be again. The last battle I fought is like a sparkling gem in my memory, a gem I cannot seem to ignore. I remember myself standing in the middle of the forest; amidst all the bullets and corpses, after so many years, I was overwhelmed by the whole affair. Sick of it. Suddenly, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. I watched helplessly as friend after friend went down, like trees being felled... while I just stood there, unable to do anything, unable to save them. And then, I cried. I a brave soldier, wept for my friends; for the children they would never have, for the wives they would never kiss; for all the joys they would miss. I shed tears for the generations that would never come, for the boys who would never run. For the daughters who would never be, for the beauty they would never see. Sadly I thought of the people who would never wed, of the love that would never spread. And with this ache in my heart, I died... a sad soldier.
  2. Today we laughed together; all of us were there... Tomorrow, I do wonder, where will everyone be? On different paths when all of us go, Shall we be able to see... The friend to helped us through the years, From whom never part did we? The people who were always there, To help, to sigh, to cry out with glee? Today they all sit huddled, Talking, sharing,laughing... Tomoorow, oh I do wonder- How much reason shall there be? Will time snatch away dear God, The romantic dreams of an innocent girlhood? Will it take away the twinkling eyes, The glorious smiles of the children they be? Such beauty as I saw today, Tomorrow I do think.. MMore beautiful it will grow, But my sight... will it still be? My eyes which may not see tomorrow, Shall they surround me with terrifying darkness? Make me useless, dependant and helpless... Take away my capabilities, make me imagination-less? But then, thinks I, It may be different slightly... For who knows, when tomorrow comes, I just may not be...
  3. javeria

    come back

    I like the feelings behind the poem, the whole theme... and especially the last lines, they seem to capture the essence of the poet's thoughts.
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    With burning sensation in my eyes, I sit here, all alone... Thinking... thinking... thinking... Of the life now past, Of the moments gone, Of beautiful times now long lost. With thumping heart in my bosom, I sit here, all alone... Remembering, remembering... The lovely places never seen, The glorious happiness never had, The wonderful life never been. With exhausting weakness in my body, I sit here, all alone... Dying, Ever so silently, Oh so slowly! Leaving the world, forgetting the past, Embracing death, finally...
  5. Hi all My name is Javeria, just turned 17. From Karachi, Pakistan, but living in the U.A.E. I enjoy making candles.
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    The Prophet

    You are so totally a professional!
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    Thats because most people submit their own work.
  8. I agree. This poem's strength is its simplicity. In fact, some of the greatest poems are quite simple. Good work, Bintul Huda. B)
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    Did u write this yourself?
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    Um... wht is the meaning of detonate? :unsure:
  11. Bobby had never travelled by plane. It was something he often thought about. He wondered what it was like, soaring high among the clouds. When his chance came he was not as excited as other people might be. He was calm and composed, ever the stoic philosopher. But then, Bobby never had been like other people. He had always been different. He had been gifted by God. He could see things others couldn't. He entered the plane and sat looking around, taking in his surroundings. He had a dignified air, an expression of mild boredom coupled with slight amusement.As the plane took off, he looked out to the sky he loved so much. At once his gift came into action. Clouds formed shapes only he understaood; they wound themselves into codes only he could decipher. There, in the great stretch of blue, he saw a slide. It was enormous, seeming to go on and on. He saw the handles along the side of the slide, which ( he was sure) the angel children held while they slid. At the foot of the slide he met the Angel Princess. She had wonderfully indistinct features and short, curly hair. She wore a frock of the fluffiest white, woven with lovely hues of pink and gold. She had a hairbrush in one hand and her face was turned towards her servant- a gnome. He stood very straight with his hands behind his back and his feet together. He listened respectfully to his princess,his head held high. Perched on top of his head was a long pointed hat, with two pointed ears sticking up on each side. And his feet... beneath them lay the world - a sprawling bigness. By the time Bobby got off the plane all his fears about death were quitened. After he died, he decided,he would go live there. The realm of angels was not his favourite place in the world. By: Moi :angel:
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    Ending Grace

    A rather abstract poem. very interesting.
  13. You want to know God? Look around you. Literally. Just look around. Doesn't everything represent the God you believe in? Living things, people... happiness, elation, all emotions even... in such moments don't you involuntarily cry out, Thank God? Wanna know more? Get deeper insight? Pick up the Quran.
  14. I think there are many of us who would like to go to Baqi. You summed up the feelings in the best possible manner. What I really like about the poem is tht its actually a 'ransom' for your love... it was so unusual and yet so poetic, i liked it instantly.
  15. Yes I agree with you, youre not a terrorist. You're a brave person. And quite a good poet too. ^_^
  16. Wishful thinking, perhaps? Loved the poem! :wub:
  17. You remind me of Henry Longfellow, you know. He believed that poetry must carry a message. Your poems ,too, have messages in them. Are you by any chance inspired by him?
  18. Enjoyed reading the poem, though I don't know who is Yahweh and Elijah and Lucifer...
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