Oh Lord
Why this anxiety?
This muscle
Not stopping to contract
This heartbeat
Endlessly jumpy
My wild dreams turned frenzy
Where is the calm?
Has our snow turned slushy?
Thought it was heaven
I courted
Now not aware
If today will be good
But with You Oh Provider
My life will be lovely!
No matter who!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
PARENTS-BABY POLITICS
Born on the bed of love
You brought laughter
Your cries terrifying
Yet your embrace so soothing
Today you're olympian
A corporate globetrotter
Your beauty celebrated on plasma
Every muscle grown into career with power
So you forgot your oldies
That rocked through the nights
And cradled you from danger
You gave me the looks forgetting how I lost mine
Why this lost of love
I was Valentine before the roses
Working two jobs so you may not
Hearing racist slurs so your Canada be respectful
I wonder oh baby boy
Will you not turn to Salah
Your first ipod was Azan
Your final word will be Allah
I remain in your eyes outgrown
But you are still my life's joy
No matter you did not pay the bills
I just want you to call and be good to my grands
You refused me a chair on your dinner table
Your new controller dislikes my thoughts
It was me who celebrated your aqiqa
I remain your wellwisher without being on the mortgage
It's me big baby
Don't play politics with my love
You will sit here some day
And wonder what went wrong!
You brought laughter
Your cries terrifying
Yet your embrace so soothing
Today you're olympian
A corporate globetrotter
Your beauty celebrated on plasma
Every muscle grown into career with power
So you forgot your oldies
That rocked through the nights
And cradled you from danger
You gave me the looks forgetting how I lost mine
Why this lost of love
I was Valentine before the roses
Working two jobs so you may not
Hearing racist slurs so your Canada be respectful
I wonder oh baby boy
Will you not turn to Salah
Your first ipod was Azan
Your final word will be Allah
I remain in your eyes outgrown
But you are still my life's joy
No matter you did not pay the bills
I just want you to call and be good to my grands
You refused me a chair on your dinner table
Your new controller dislikes my thoughts
It was me who celebrated your aqiqa
I remain your wellwisher without being on the mortgage
It's me big baby
Don't play politics with my love
You will sit here some day
And wonder what went wrong!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Snowflakes falling in love
So pure
Each tiny flake
Made to join another
In wondrous cascading snow storm
I wonder why God made us so near
When it thunders the walls vibrate
When your thoughts race
My heart trembles at your distaste
Maybe the ink on the pen has dried
But destiny is changed by one powerful stroke
That when two souls mate
Their history is remade
On the winds of affection
Only one song plays harp on my window
It's when will you show your countenance
That my wintery mind gets her moonlit sky
Joseph was entralled by the King's wife
But all the women of Egypt lost their fingers on his cuteness
Veiled is the beauty of this warden
Only the fingers of this prisoner can unleash
While days go by tormented
And nights are lived through for the sunrise
Let the bond of your molten memories
Be the opener of new horizons
You walk among angels
Your virtue not lesser than Mary
The embrace of a thousand damsels
Will not equal one of your passing touches.
White world fills my outside
Cold and colder the intruder
So let me light your fireplace
For in this heart lies its matches.
Each tiny flake
Made to join another
In wondrous cascading snow storm
I wonder why God made us so near
When it thunders the walls vibrate
When your thoughts race
My heart trembles at your distaste
Maybe the ink on the pen has dried
But destiny is changed by one powerful stroke
That when two souls mate
Their history is remade
On the winds of affection
Only one song plays harp on my window
It's when will you show your countenance
That my wintery mind gets her moonlit sky
Joseph was entralled by the King's wife
But all the women of Egypt lost their fingers on his cuteness
Veiled is the beauty of this warden
Only the fingers of this prisoner can unleash
While days go by tormented
And nights are lived through for the sunrise
Let the bond of your molten memories
Be the opener of new horizons
You walk among angels
Your virtue not lesser than Mary
The embrace of a thousand damsels
Will not equal one of your passing touches.
White world fills my outside
Cold and colder the intruder
So let me light your fireplace
For in this heart lies its matches.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I used copy and paste my writings on this blog but now it doesn't allow me to.
I have to get accustomed to writing direct. I'm now inspired to since one of my ardent readers has reminded me how my writings are like chocolate during christmas!
It's good to learn that when you give your thoughts to an idea it grows into a reality.
I met a wonderful person who directed me to a great concept- wellness.
He was after me for a year to listen to his presentation. I was too preoccupied with things to give him the attention and time. I dismissed it as another pyramid. But in summer I got a call from him when I needed a speaker to talk to my audience on health and fasting. He would usually charge 2000. since he has 7 degrees and 2 PhDs but he offfered his knowledge free!
My audience was thrilled and I felt as if I was listening to one of my own talks and research on health and spirituality.
I have since decided to work along with him and his energetic teamster - a pastor- to bring wealth and health into the lives of all through a 25 years time tested natural product line called melaleuca.com from the Aussie plant of T Tree.
Are you challenged in health and wealth ? Then if you are here is your chance! It's just a matter of time!
I have to get accustomed to writing direct. I'm now inspired to since one of my ardent readers has reminded me how my writings are like chocolate during christmas!
It's good to learn that when you give your thoughts to an idea it grows into a reality.
I met a wonderful person who directed me to a great concept- wellness.
He was after me for a year to listen to his presentation. I was too preoccupied with things to give him the attention and time. I dismissed it as another pyramid. But in summer I got a call from him when I needed a speaker to talk to my audience on health and fasting. He would usually charge 2000. since he has 7 degrees and 2 PhDs but he offfered his knowledge free!
My audience was thrilled and I felt as if I was listening to one of my own talks and research on health and spirituality.
I have since decided to work along with him and his energetic teamster - a pastor- to bring wealth and health into the lives of all through a 25 years time tested natural product line called melaleuca.com from the Aussie plant of T Tree.
Are you challenged in health and wealth ? Then if you are here is your chance! It's just a matter of time!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Canucks is life poem
Canucks is life!
Habeeb Alli
From Guyana
5 years since in Canada
They ask me why I came
From where do I originate?
Do I have any English Skills?
They want to know of my religious base too
I was blessed to be born in Guyana
Studied in India
And travelled the world over and over
Where pains and laughter mingle
Yet I chose cold Canada
Where my families and friends
Made babies and bought houses
To be my children’s residence forever
It’s the freedom to live
The fearlessness to party
The respect of my multiple origins
The sweetness of polite Canadians all about
This love found new
Gives education fragrance
Women color, dignity and saris
Besides constitutional protection from machetes
Opportunities and more chances
Canux is life
With a canoe or a cricket bat
Here is where my bones will dissolve.
Habeeb Alli
From Guyana
5 years since in Canada
They ask me why I came
From where do I originate?
Do I have any English Skills?
They want to know of my religious base too
I was blessed to be born in Guyana
Studied in India
And travelled the world over and over
Where pains and laughter mingle
Yet I chose cold Canada
Where my families and friends
Made babies and bought houses
To be my children’s residence forever
It’s the freedom to live
The fearlessness to party
The respect of my multiple origins
The sweetness of polite Canadians all about
This love found new
Gives education fragrance
Women color, dignity and saris
Besides constitutional protection from machetes
Opportunities and more chances
Canux is life
With a canoe or a cricket bat
Here is where my bones will dissolve.
another youth dead
It is with deepest sadness and sincere introspection that I seek to key these few lines concerning the recent tragedy on the East Bank road- snuffing the lives of three able young men of our dear soil. While the reports of the three dailies are yet to reconcile the real truth and the courts are still investigating the actual accident, I must say that such incidents have not been rare in Guyana when it comes to road tragedy.
I remember participating many years ago in the opening the the Mahaica-Georgetown highway and in leading the prayers mentioned 'safety from carnage'. Today I have to mourn the victims, the same being my cousins' son- Asheki. All these youths are the tomorrow of our coveted nation and more must be done to educate, protect and remind our road users that each life is as important as theirs and the taking of one life is as taking that of the entire human race.
Asheki, and like the others, are deeply mourned by their loved ones as well as terribly angered by the events. Of course the survivor is also a victim of this traumatic experience and will need therapy. Asheki was another future pilot of Guyana, another budding sports enthusiast and another blossoming citizen heading for a bright 'legit' future. Events like these should have the interfaith community praying and talking, the parliamentarians legislating and the media personnel debating including the rich making pledges for establishing foundations in the name of such educated youths who did not live to see their dreams come through.
I pray for our brothers' Heavenly residence and endurance on behalf of their grieving loved ones. Quran says in 2:156 Those who say, when afflicted with calamity: "To Allah/God We belong, and to Him is our return":- Yours sincerely,
I remember participating many years ago in the opening the the Mahaica-Georgetown highway and in leading the prayers mentioned 'safety from carnage'. Today I have to mourn the victims, the same being my cousins' son- Asheki. All these youths are the tomorrow of our coveted nation and more must be done to educate, protect and remind our road users that each life is as important as theirs and the taking of one life is as taking that of the entire human race.
Asheki, and like the others, are deeply mourned by their loved ones as well as terribly angered by the events. Of course the survivor is also a victim of this traumatic experience and will need therapy. Asheki was another future pilot of Guyana, another budding sports enthusiast and another blossoming citizen heading for a bright 'legit' future. Events like these should have the interfaith community praying and talking, the parliamentarians legislating and the media personnel debating including the rich making pledges for establishing foundations in the name of such educated youths who did not live to see their dreams come through.
I pray for our brothers' Heavenly residence and endurance on behalf of their grieving loved ones. Quran says in 2:156 Those who say, when afflicted with calamity: "To Allah/God We belong, and to Him is our return":- Yours sincerely,
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