Salam alaykum wa rahmotuLahi wa barakaatuHu

Do you wish to read Islamic poems with sacred lines and sanctified words that uplift you to the holy and divine summit, then stick to this page to keep reading.

JazaakumLahu khayran wa BarakAllahu fiikum...

SIGNED
Ayeyemi Taofeek Kehinde
©ASWAGAAWY

Aswagaawy:
Salam alaykum wa rahmotuLahi wa barakaatuHu

Do you wish to read Islamic poems with sacred lines and sanctified words that uplift you to the holy and divine summit, then stick to this page to keep reading.

JazaakumLahu khayran wa BarakAllahu fiikum...

SIGNED
Ayeyemi Taofeek Kehinde
©ASWAGAAWY

ON THE LAP OF SILENCE

Alone in the warm bowel of solitude,
Reflecting on the breeze and the breaths,
Meditating on life, its dirt and the
eventual death of all beings,

I lean on the lap of silence;
Silence that swallows silences and
reechoes the voice of wandering noises
into listening and inattentive ears;

Where there's no music nor songs but
the rhymes and rhythms of Tilaawah,
The cadence of praising heartbeats
And the pace of restless beads.

Alone, like the sun - kinging the firmament
in the day with blazing eyes and peeping into the room of earth through the feeble windows
of the blessed month of Ramadan.

Alone, like a date seed,
forgotten on the soil of a lagoon,
dwindling on its chest to be picked
by the Lord's merciful finger.

I am the son of the soil,
I am the son of the sun,
I am the son of silence,
I am the son of solitude...

#PoeticWednesday
#Spiritual_Isolation

Ayeyemi Taofeek Omokehinde
ASWAGAAWY THE POETICIAN
the toothpick that walks like a man

Ma sha Allah! I love this, and it kinda reflects Islamic mysticism, I can almost wager that you are very familiar with works by Rumi?

Would love to read more...

Nice one, keep it up

Sabr

A man picks out a million bees from gallons of honey
He forgets it's the bees that produced the honey

A man bites his own finger so deep that it bleeds rue
Of not ditching impatience when it sweetens like honey

A nation meets its end when faced with Noah's flounce
A village grows to nation by Muhammad's heart of honey

Patience is a water that quenches the lust of anger
By way of housefly drowning in the pool of honey

The grain waits for months and it becomes a spike of grains
The bees wait on flowers and nectars, and come combs of honey

You're not a coward when you walk away or retreat
You're a warrior who conquer his soul; hope for honey

Man! The beautiful garment one can wear is of sabr
It's a dress code into the garden of wine and honey

TAOFEEK AYEYEMI (ASWAGAAWY)
#Ghazal

sino:
Ma sha Allah! I love this, and it kinda reflects Islamic mysticism, I can almost wager that you are very familiar with works by Rumi?

Would love to read more...

Thank you, Sino, for reading. I feel highly revered. Wow! It's been two years now that I posted it here and you commented. Thank you.

Also, Rumi is my model. That's why the spirit of his works is always visible in my works too. Thanks again.

Thank you, Muminat