Grimace of Time

Like the grains of sand in an hourglass,
Raining down rapidly in a showery mass,
Time accelerates faster and fast,
Leaving no time to regret the past,
There are bonds to be mended,mistakes to be undone,
Ideas to be worked and new lives to be redone,
The mechanisms of time leave us no trace,
Of where we can rewind our lives to some mystic place,
There's no time left to lament,
So just brighten every moment,


Have the clocks been feeding on speed,
Or is this some devil's phenomenal greed,
No fire or storm are steadier in pace,
To overtake this extraordinary machine of race,
How the past brushes by like a breeze so smooth,
While time enslaves chores in a disguising soothe,
All that's left are the ruins from sorrow,
And the debris of the plans of tomorrow,
There's no time left to lament,
So just decorate every moment,


Dead is the sinewy in mankind's veins,
The potency of the soul now binded in chains,
His deeds forged from his sins of evil,
All he can do now is accept the peril,
Time now laughs with his jaws open wide,
His face glows just as he swells with pride,
Believes he that acts deserve punishment in equality,
And responds to the pitiful with a look of frivolity,
There's no time to lament,
So just enliven every moment,


By Mohammed Farhann

Judgement Day

We all cease to end,
At a grim and mutual fate,
Our journey from the cradle to the grave,
Is followed by a morosely inescapable wait,
It isn't suffocation or solitude,
That causes the pain and the fear,
But the lament of a lost and misused yesterday,
And knowing of the dawn of a day so plain and clear,
The moment shall arrive when the Almighty,
Summons all deceased from the bowels of the earth,
When time fades into an eternal sleep,
And when the end is given birth,
All humanity assembled on tearing grounds,
Within the air is an abnormal hastening,
Every mind unconscious to the Armageddon around,
And dreading the inevitable questioning,
It's a time of misery and despair,
And no aid can come from any savior,
The forewarned words have resigned to the truth,
But the time to heed them is now over,
Desperate cries,calls and chants of agony,
Are answered by the mere realization of a drastic end,
No hopes can be expected from even strong relations,
As everyone stands among foe and friend,
Tearing and bleeding lands under the feet,
Evaporate rivers and seas to the emblazoned skies,
Illusions,like cold reality,fall into place,
And destruction overtakes all earthly paradise,
It is only hell that hungers savagely,
To feed its ravines,pits and trenches,
Whilst heaven brightens with immense joy,
Its thirst for the race of saints quenches,
Every word of judgement awaits,
To justify each soul's acts,
No treachery masters the system,
It doesn't function through man-made facts,
The fair deeds cling to their souls,
Like telltale proofs demanding worthy judgement,
Nothing can be done to regain the lost time,
Nothing that's enough to make deep amendments,

Play of Fate

All earthly pleasures are temporary,
Consuming with it everything that lives contemporary,
There's a mystic consuming this abominable lair,
A vagrant force that controls the very air,
Named as fate,the judge of time,
It's fear's eternal until even the last chime,
There's no chance of any evasion,
In its existence itself is apparent the invasion,
Witness how it masters all this animation,
Lacking nowhere in its part any anticipation,
How it has turned majestic monarchs to beggars,
How it has driven into hearts its wrathed daggers,
How the realms of weakness have been turned to fury,
How the battles of foretold doom have been turned to victory,
How a betrayed lover weeps in intolerable sorrow,
How a rotting prisoner fears his judgement of tomorrow,
Even Help is helpless to answer the desperate hails,
Of the trapped victims voicing their unheeded tales,
Within every being is an unturned hourglass,
Whose grains shower below in an untimely mass,
Realization of fate's alliance with nature is bitter,
It's denial like freedom tied by a fetter,
Unarguably,there's no gameplayer better than fate,
That forms its own rules of inevitable bait,

By Mohammed Farhann

The Warrior

If they wanna see me horribly crucified,
I am afraid I can't keep them satisfied,
My scarred sins now wash'd from me heart,
I set my ideas and give 'em a restart,
The world's superstitious thoughts will do nothing,
Except for bring in them the bitter truth's loathing,
My enemies make me crave for demise,
Thinkin' my mind to understand everything blunt and unwise,
Now I can really feel this existence,
'Coz joys and sorrows got have in them persistence,

Definin' life never got so simple,
When I was gifted godspeed in ample,
I may not be a swift horse in a desert,
Yet I try to be the falcon flying and alert,
I don't need a Swastika for my power signed,
I don't need for my life Hitler's assassin assigned,
All I require is a cool and precious mind,
And a couple of lessons that were left behind,
Now I can really feel this existence,
As I got many truth and justice's assistance,

Around me I got a war wagin',
Inside me the God's of fury are ragin',
I dunno whether this is preserving or destruction,
I can't really see my heart facing restriction,
No storm nor fire can come in my path,
'Coz God has destin'd this war as the foe's wrath,
Revenge and repayment is all that I seek,
Don't mind if I go merciless or lose meek,
Now I can really feel this existence,
This is a personal war so you gotta maintain distance,

Lord blesses my hopes with a pinch of adrenaline,
And I thank him back by provin' me divine,
I never begg'd him for a monarch's gold,
Just ask'd him to make me just and bold,
He said this world's my battlefield,
And said I am a warrior with no sword or shield,
I said I don't see that a cause of fear,
When I got support from all the ones to me who're near,
Now I can really feel this existence,
And feel I can give evil solid resistance,

Farewell

We sailed on a sea of memories,
Became a part of each others' lives' stories,
We shared every joy and sorrow,
Helped each other for a futiristic tomorrow,
We were travellers on the same road,
Meanwhile we made this bond of friendship broad,
Now this journey reaches the parting verge,
As our roads now willingly diverge,
Though we may now be miles apart,
Yet our bond will always stay in the heart,
Remember that every such separation we come across,
Is meant for our betterment rather than our loss,
Of course the heart weeps to leave,
But someday we'll surely meet I believe,
'Cause life's an irony poem for us poets mad,
Our pens wield the ink for both happy and sad,
Today's the day we shed some tears,
And is the day when a painstaking departure nears,
So now we finally bid each other a teary farewell,
And hope to meet again when god performs the spell,

The Lone Treader

Can't make a head or tail outta life,
Can't understand anything except strife,
I'm a madman of a mad mind,
No one walks my front or behind,
Someone squeeze my hand tight,
Someone make me worth my fight,
No one walks my planet except me,
For none shall see the sufferings I see,

Life's a pungent-rose they said,
'Coz they ne'er touch'd the thorns that bled,
The devil never sinned for them to prove,
He never touched their minds to make 'em move,
Rip me chest apart to be revealed,
The pains that lay in there and had appealed,
Roads are made of tar and not fire,
Mine was never mine to aspire,
No one walks my planet except me,
For none shall suffer the anguish to be,

Skies grow dark when comes my bad day,
Folks knew nothing better than to betray,
Why did God choose me for the world's loads,
Why did he make my world empty of roads,
My final destination's nowhere to be seen,
My imagination died in all that I've been,
There's nothing left for me to feel,
There's no wound left for me to heal,
No one walks my planet except for me,
For none shall have the strength to hear my plea,
 

Grimace of Time

Like the grains of sand in an hourglass,
Raining down rapidly in a showery mass,
Time accelerates faster and fast,
Leaving no time to regret the past,
There are bonds to be mended,mistakes to be undone,
Ideas to be worked and new lives to be redone,
The mechanisms of time leave us no trace,
Of where we can rewind our lives to some mystic place,
There's no time left to lament,
So just brighten every moment,

Have the clocks been feeding on speed,
Or is this some devil's phenomenal greed,
No fire or storm are steadier in pace,
To overtake this extraordinary machine of race,
How the past brushes by like a breeze so smooth,
While time enslaves chores in a disguising soothe,
All that's left are the ruins from sorrow,
And the debris of the plans of tomorrow,
There's no time left to lament,
So just decorate every moment,

Dead is the sinewy in mankind's veins,
The potency of the soul now binded in chains,
His deeds forged from his sins of evil,
All he can do now is accept the peril,
Time now laughs with his jaws open wide,
His face glows just as he swells with pride,
Believes he that acts deserve punishment in equality,
And responds to the pitiful with a look of frivolity,
There's no time to lament,
So just enliven every moment,

Remnants of a War

Underneath thundering black skies,

The landscape lay with the bodies of demise,

Strewn across the field like lifeless figures,

Deadbodies pressurized by the force of rigor,

Their wounds stay speaking of mutiny,

Of their loss in this war of destiny,

Having faced the foe's eternal wrath,

Each soul now traverses death's path,

Their minds are closed to their physical beings,

Where loved ones weep over them with intolerable pityings,

The vows of victory that they intended to fulfill,

Faint in the realms on nothingness with their toiled skill,

Even as is soothed the troop to its embrace,

The heavens open out their arms wide with eternal grace,

Fresh on the field are the soldiers' bloodstains,

Whilst their testament of glory still remains,

Their folks beseech their eternity in ecstasy,

As the triumphant foes now rejoice this legacy,

Blind are they to the sight of their obliteration,

The image forming in their hearts no alteration,

How deep can be felt the pain of the piercing bullet?

Of the sacrifice that oozes from the blood of the sliced gullet?

Where has the unity amidst mankind been mislaid?

Why does the silence of the mourners hides revenge unpaid?

What comes of the bloodshed caused for peace?

When will this unleashed fury finally come to a cease?

Don't they imagine the terror of their deeds?

Aren't they be content with the shower of mercy that God feeds?

Mere tears speak for the disturbed one's gloom,

Denial of joy is what suffers inside to bloom,

The orphaned children crave for their lost fatherhood,

The society is a piece of rock to them that was never understood,

A widow heartbrokenly shrouds her soulmate's corpse,

Cursing death for those who brought about her life's warps,

Now come here people, spare some time,

'Cause here lies a race of valour so sublime,

Let's pay our tributes to these heroes of courage,

Who attempted to construct these dreams of mirage,