Jumbled Words Set Straight

A devastating thunderstorm of words,
Ready to break out and bust up,
Everything that comes its way.
Soon it ended up,
In a painful teary flood,
Harmless and worthless,
To everyone that comes her way.

Lost

Dwelling among masses of energies and energies of masses
Staggering on the ways we barely know
The ways of utter silence
Utter ignorance. .
We think and plan what we may not
Still HE blesses . .
The rebellious us..
Still we barely bow before HIM

A Humble Salution

O ruler of hearts! O master of Eden!
O beloved of God, O the one who was chosen!
By the Lord of Lands and the Heavens,
To save piety; the adornment of human,
To revive Islam when it was forgotten.

Though this wasn't a deal of consolation,
Yet you sacrificed with matchless determination,
For you had the eyes on Divine direction,
O Hussain! I can't discern your ultimate Salvation.  

The tyrant still fears the valor, the satisfaction,
On your face before the last prostration.
Bravo! You vanished the Evil's deception,
That a 'weak' can't be a victor over oppression. 

O Hussain! Your love brings me motivation.
Your courage frees me from trepidation.
Your sacrifice inspires nations, generations!
O Hussain! Accept my humble salutation!

A Humble Being

The sun, the stars, the skies, the moons.
The grass, the sand, the rocks maroon.
The chirp of birds, the splash of waves,
All well created by the One who saves.

Amidst the endless, flawless creation,
A humble being we are.
With eyes of fat, physique so apt.
'A lump of water' evolved at best.

Enabled to explore skies so high.
Enabled to forgive with a painful sigh.
Blind enough to find the Guide.
Blind enough to believe His Might!

Being Human

You like being called a human
But you do not esteem man
Neither you sacrifice for your mates
Nor do you forgive them for their mistakes

You like being called a human
But you do not keep your promise
Neither you care for one's trust
Nor do you soften your heart's crust

You like being called a human
But you do not accept their singularity
Neither you love their flaws
Nor you allow them freedom

You like being called a human
Then why don't you celebrate?
When someone wins his battle
When someone realize his dreams

You like being called a human
But still you don't...
You don't love to nurture SOUL
You don't speak to sow compassion

You like being called a human
But never have you worked for it
Why being diplomatic, cunning and coward?
When Allah made you so supreme

Perhaps you never learned
What humanity asks you!
What makes man a human
A beloved of Almighty, the Supreme