Poesy

Craving For Jannah

Say: Kul huwwa llohu ahad
All other believes should then be discard

Alhamdullillah we are Muslims
To the astray world, we are not victims
We believe not but only in Islamic monotheism
Despite the presence of many practicing polytheism

Allah promise the believers nothing less but Jannah
While those that turn their backs will have nowhere to return other than Jahannam
May HE safeguard us from the torment of hell as punishment therein is going to be a norm

A Trackless Train

Come to me;
I will give you a mean;
In my father’s means;
In a bid to get a mean;
The fellow is missed;
And that is the common mean;
By which my brother is missing;
He is a trackless train!

Come to our tower;
You will see his power;
That gives people offers;
Alongside a lover;
With a powerful range rover;
This is the corner;
By which she is covered;
That she remains uncovered;
Oh! What a shocker!
She is a trackless train!

Emotional Afro

The sky is without its precious halogen,
The site is becoming a dangerous pathogen,
And the hope of getting the youngest old lady’s stories is wallowing.

Tonight is one night without the moonlight
It is a night I would love to pull a big flight
Alas! I am without the confidence that gives me the real might

Is their going to be tomorrow is the question I found hanging on my lips
Even this heap of microchip is zipped
The innocent me is without its innocent mind

The Criterion

I've searched like a Knight-
errant; wandering all day and night,
for the Manifest Light1
which will guide2 me aright.

Until I found you, O! Fountain
of knowledge, who would humble a mountain 3
Thou art
the medicine4 of the heart.

A Book full of Wisdom 5
You are much worthy of seas of encomiums
but I've fallen short of my Calvary of adjectives.
Though many have misconstrued you
but I bear witness that you are the Truth 6
and the Word of Allah

PLEAS FROM THE SLAIN VOICE

(Words for the Forgetting and the Forgotten)

Let me be and be that I am.
Let me be...

Let my wind gust
Across the murky space of fettered grievances
That the smothered progeny of letters
May be tugged free
And deposited at the epicenter of unhearing ears.

Let the interred flow
To this long-pinned ebb arise and come,
Coming in running splashes of jumping rivulets,
To bespatter snares of slumber
That clad murdered clamours
As though blisters on a shining cloth.

PLEAS FROM THE SLAIN VOICE

(Words for the Forgetting and the Forgotten)

Let me be and be that I am.
Let me be...

Let my wind gust
Across the murky space of fettered grievances
That the smothered progeny of letters
May be tugged free
And deposited at the epicenter of unhearing ears.

Let the interred flow
To this long-pinned ebb arise and come,
Coming in running splashes of jumping rivulets,
To bespatter snares of slumber
That clad murdered clamours
As though blisters on a shining cloth.

…IN THY WHIM LIES THY DOOM….

In you lies my doom; for in my chest you make a room
Night and day with you, I make decision; and all thy choice I think is the precision
When I was young I thought of you as a friend; for you taught me tricks to defend

Thereabout I got to know who you are: a plain enemy as said by Allah
Swindling my heart day by day; and there I lie jail in thy ray
A battle indeed for me to fight; with an enemy not in sight
Fully armed with tricks and deceptions; giving me freak as reception

Ode to Ramadan

Of all the Mercies of Allah on mankind
Though ample are His Mercies you will find
Great are the merits of Ramadan
Indeed a potent bulwark against Shaytan

A visitor so priceless
Whose value cannot be weighed in fullness
Whose bounties cannot be fully tapped
Whose worth cannot be wholly mapped

For countless are its merits
Numerous are its benefits
A prime among all known bonanzas
A wrong-expiation period for all sinners

OF THIS HALL OF RESIDENCE CALLED ZIK

Of this hall of residence called Zik I am sick All I know she can boast of are big buildings of brick In the work of ARO they've become a geek To take that from their attributes you can't even use a jik My hall of residence has become one whose shelter I don't seek One in which if provided with as an option, I won't pick Gone are her glorious days, all have been lost with the clock's tick Virtually nothing is left of her right about now, as we speak Seated here, writing with my pen, though not Bic I've had enough of the insolence it’s gotten to its peak But, what do we do with a hall aiming

ÌWÀLEWÀ.

Ìwàlewà
Beautiful faces like egbin: zebra;
Perfect shape like ejo: eight;
Dark eyelashes with egg-yellow skin like ewa: beans,
All is zilch, without it.
Ugly beauty!

Ìwàlewà
It’s not beauty!
That which they see when you catwalk and they catcall
It’s not beauty!
That which strolls in your six parks making them say: Sexy!
It’s not beauty!
That that wins Miss World back-to-back