Morning

The morn wakes up with the sun... Life prevails over death when the Angels come... It's sweeter than the honey comb... The wings heal the wind and calm the ocean... Sleep no more... Arise... Feel the new air, a popular advice from those who are wise... It's the knowledge and the power... Beyond any limit, higher than towers... It's your rush hour... Just take a bathe in this divine shower... Blessings and the healings, The soother gets the feeling... Pain and envy gone...Come here at this time... Witness blessings of God...

~Another You~

Deep inside you breathes another you
With a voice you get to hear through

Whenever you are in a difficult situation
Or finding it hard to make the right decision

Another you who can think and speak
Like an angel, so gentle and meek

This another you whom is from above
Knows better and is made from love

It is but wise to listen to the other you
For this is what God wants you to do

He created your soul to be your guide

To the right path you are destined to find

"Another You" Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2011

~End Of My Rope~

I am finally at the end of my rope

There is not much more I can take

Higher I climb the further I fall

When will I ever get a break?

I hear that criminals get paroled

Wild animal released to the wild

For me this is getting to same old

I can't remember when I smiled

So I appeal once again to you

I need to be held this last time

Make me see everything is new

Because my life is almost through

I have only one more thing to lose

Without it, I will surely disappear

I have never been this blue 

As I lose all I ever held dear

"End Of My Rope" Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2011

~Myths~

Some are legends some are mere stories that are all around...
All twisted and curved like a round...

They are all fed in minds of people with strong hold...
And make some places appear so cold...

The truth in the end finally triumphs over all...
Rather than being artificial like a mere plastic doll...

Truth is so strong that it conquers everything...
Rather than leading to weird something...

People’s mind has to be fed with this truth in their mind...
Because myths are always one of a kind...

But truth is the thing that lasts in the end...
Giving everything that final bend...

"Myths" Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2011

~Glad to be a Man~

A Man is not the things he poses or the places he visits. Not the killing or the weddings what makes the man a Man, not the many photos in magazines or the 1000$ jeans he wears . He is not the one who causes terror or horror nor the one who applies make up in front of the mirror. Not the beautiful face or the warm embrace, not the thought of mind for it can be blind. I must say that what makes a man. A man has a soul... It’s the thing that sums the total of his being. I know man by his soul, measure him by his word. I know man by what in this life he takes and the decisions he makes. We don’t have a power to decide how a man begins or end but how he decides to live and gladly give. Years alone doesn’t bring wisdom nor a shower adds a drop of rain. I know man and if I am a man of the men I know I am glad I am Man.

~Just Wondering~

Great fellows you once were

While all goings were good

With your master tangled you, fervent

All interactions very rosy

Those good old days

Distractions from distant districts appeared

and your master's orders your appealed

Great stains, this disobedience

and many insults, swiftly added

All in line to fight your master

Life proves not rosy, after these

The experiences; so bitter

Great repentance; on my heart knocks

Just wondering... If the master will ask me back...

"Just Wondering" Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2008

~Inhumane~

She is wishing, wishing for a little more

She is praying, praying hard to believe

For something, something other than reality

Expecting to be her, in the mean time, for sure

It's me...that's what she is trying for

But all I left her is with grief

In her heart, fake dimples on her cheek

Her eyelashes with tears... Her lips numb

It's two o'clock at night, she feeling dumped

She still by the window side

Waiting for a shooting star

I can clearly hear her call

But all I am doing is breaking - her - heart!

She knows very well, but her love so divine

She got faith in him, her body quivers, but she smiles

Even angels-like bow before her artistic style

Such a scene...rainbow less beautiful while!

It should been felt like a death

But she's replacing it with the roses bed

She's sowing the seed in the concrete

All I did was wrong..I m sorry to you chick....

It's like hurting my own small heart

But I am chained...

Please Oh lord! Forgive this inhumane...

"Inhumane" Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2011