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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 28 february 2012

Money Power

Money is power,
Money is might.
Don't give it away,
but hold real tight.

When it's dark,
it brings us light.
So, don't give away.
and hold it tight.

money buys food,
money buys peace,
please don't hate it,
but give it a kiss.

look at the poor,
you will be sure.
so don't hate it,
'cause it buys cure.

Go to the doc,
Say I am ill.
He won't treat,
'cause can't pay the bill.

Look around you,
Don't you see?
We can argue,
But none is free.

I see people,
With empty bowl,
Too much skinny,
too weak even to crawl.

Sweetest word,
Does no more matter,
Don't have money?
Then, Please! Scatter.

I love money,
And on it, I sleep.
Wonder how it's possible?
There's poor to reap!

Call your Jesus,
Or The GOD you call.
But money buys everything,
Thus feeds us all.

Money worshiper,
Call me so?
Who doesn't love it?
Who doesn't bow?

Love? I can't buy?
You make me laugh.
You must not be hungry,
To be able to love.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 28 february 2012

The Guidance

I see the world,
through a colorless
glass.
The sky so blue,
and the green of
grass.

Tiny birds,
and eagles fly.
Up in the sky,
and so high.

Golden sun,
shines so bright.
Mountains boast,
proud upright.

Peaceful Ocean,
The surf less blue,
Keep me gazing,
for hours! No clue.

I see an Island,
Oh! So, green!
HE WHO creates,
can never be mean!

Artsy creation,
with heavenly touch.
We all can praise HIM,
but never so much!

HE has beauty,
which seen no eyes.
we can't even think,
in heaven what lies!

The world is a place
of a divine test.
All must take it before
the final rest.

The world we reside
is full of lust.
What we see here
must not trust.

This whole world
is a magical place.
Touch what you need
but don't embrace.

The devil's snare
it we call.
The firmer your grip is
the deeper you fall.

But not to worry
for there is light.
Must not let go
but hold 'em tight.

The books of charm
will be our guide.
To the heaven
with a heavenly ride.

Can you guess
what they are?
Quran and sunnah
all together.

That's all to say
with words so few.
Salam and may the
peace be upon you.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 8 march 2012

Love Bandit

Along comes a bandit vicious,
To rob my treasures so precious.
How she got in, damn, I don’t know,
I was alerted by the whistle blow.
Guards, sentinels started the search,
I remember, it was a midnight in March.
She seems clever and apt at looting,
But what she wants won’t be getting.
It’s not the first that I am robbed,
Now I am cautious and won’t be sobbed.
On the monitor I see her masked,
I am determined that she will be asked,
Why she comes and what she desires,
What this robbery, her, inspires?
Oh! No she’s here! But wait! No gun!
“Are you here to make some fun?”
She removes her mask and smiles at me,
“I come to take your heart”, says pretty.
I am done, again, for I fell in love,
Though I know she will fly away, my precious dove!

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 21 february 2013

A sweet lullaby

Sleep...sleep my spanish love,
Sleep...with your eyes closed,
But keep the door to your heart open,
Who knows..I may come and knock.

Tuck yourself in the bed,
Pull the blanket till your head.
Turn- to the right,
And -off the light.
Close your eyes,
Till sunrise.
Then wait for me,
With a glee,
To come and play,
And beside, to lay.
To comb your hair,
With great care,
To kiss the cheek,
And nape of neck,
To hold you tight,
With love and might,
To not let go, I do promises,
Till in the 'West' the sun rises.
Feel it, my Love!
Feel with care,
To forget me, don't you dare.
Sleep ....sleep my spanish Dove,
For, to you I have vowed my love.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 17 february 2013

When A Book Speaks its Mind

It has been hours, days or, weeks, Perhaps?
Since my Last page has been turned,
Felt the last touch of Love,
Tender.
I remember those intense moments,
When we were together.
Heavy breaths; foaming sobs;
Or, happy laughters.

It has been months....or, years, perhaps?
Since you looked back,
held me with you hands,
Kissed me.

Silly Me! I am a book lying,
Like many others,
I have been read.
I tend to forget,
That I have nothing new to offer.

My stories, or, poems,
Are matters of the past now.
They don't excite you anymore.
So, it has been years, or, decade, perhaps?
Since, you came,
And dusted me.
Worms are eating me alive,
yet, It has been generations... I presume?
Since you have come,
To salvage me last,
From my utter despiration.

Silly Me! I tend to forget,
I have nothing new to offer.
So, It has been a century, or, two, perhaps?
Since, a lover came,
To read me anew.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 9 july 2012

Only to see you again

Oh lovely maiden!
My faraway, mystery land!
I've sailed the seven seas,
Fought vicious pirates,
Outran the roaring forties,
Calmed the mutiny and the sailor-men.
Survived the sunken ship,
Swum many a miles,
On to the shore and closer to you.
I then walked the sandy dunes,
Hungry and without water.
Sipped the dewdrops, and eaten,
Unknown fruits; coughed poisoned blood,
With blistered feet on rocky land,
I walked, ran and hid, from the mountain lion,
And walked again,
It was then, I saw you,
Like the fresh morning sun,
Bright but soft on my eyes,
Like the rain drops on the parched Sahara,
Or, like the sweet, cold water to a thirsty traveler.
You are my heaven on earth, my sweet home.
Come my darling dove, come,
Embrace me, kiss me,
Make me forget the pains I took,
Only to see you again.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 5 march 2012

Your Eyes

Shall I compare your eyes.
With the darkness of my heart?
For the pleasure of a lustful beauty,
Can only an impure heart enjoy.
What is pure, is always bright,
And bright and black can’t bed together.
Your eyes call me, as does an eye of a tornado,
That only grasps, squeezes and devours.
So, look at me one more time.
Let yourself be my siren.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 12 february 2013

A reward of Love

There is a barbed wire growing,
From within my veins.
Its arrowheads grow and come out,
Puncturing the veins.
Like a grape vine,
This barbed wire climbs upwards,
Towards the end of each vein,
And outward tearing through my skin.
It binds me from within....

My heart, entangled in this hideous wire,
Beats in agony. Every time it beats,
It hurts like the labor pain.
I want to screem,
But my tongue doesn't move...
Only a groan,
Like that of a slaughtered animal,
Comes out...

Every time I think of you,
My eyes are at peace.
My heart is fliled with heavenly pleasure,
But it falls victim of its own self gratification,
And beats uncontrollably like a body in ecstasy.
And brings down hell from within.
I want to scream............................,
But.................................................,
Only an unworldly groan comes out.

Baby! Yet...I love you so very much.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 9 july 2012

I still remember the day we parted

I still remember the day we parted, my love,
I still remember the day we went our separate ways.
You did not say anything,
And I did not ask.
But your teary eyes said it all.
Was our love so weak?
Could we not spend the rest of our days,
Together? Could we have not gone,
To the shore of the great ocean,
One more time, where we met for the first time,
Under the crimson sky?
No, our love was strong,
We parted because we loved,
We parted for the love of our mother land.
Your tears made me weak,
But your silence made me strong,
So, I left with a heavy heart,
Not as a coward but as a brave soldier.
Heaven cried that day,
As dews of your saddened mind,
Came down your snow white chicks.
But you said nothing,
And I didn’t ask.

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 28 february 2012

Memoirs of a dead man

There creeps the dark of night,
Ensnaring all that shine so bright.
In the grave of silence still I lay,
And think of the past-old and gray.
Things lost and mistakes made,
Come in flashes as they never fade.
I jaywalk in the alleys of mind,
To look for glory but none I find.
Loves lost have gone so far,
Leaving me alone and with a scar.
Memories from my dreary past,
Come to haunt me finding aghast.

Lone silence is now my friend,
Whom I dare to try and rend.

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Latest items:

Poetry

Money Power

The Guidance

Love Bandit

A sweet lullaby

When A Book Speaks its Mind

Only to see you again

Your Eyes

A reward of Love

I still remember the day we parted

Memoirs of a dead man

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