Requiem of the heart…

What do I find in a troubled soul
Who do I seek when my body turns cold
Enlighten me, enlighten me, with the knowledge of love, with the speeches of the brave
Let me fight the cowardice that freezes me
Let me get the light to gaze thy beauty

How do I find a home, through no door that opens
Who do I whisper, a tale about the heavens
Enlghten me, enlighten me, with the knowledge of peace and serenity
With words that I yearn, and visions that embraces certainty

How do I walk through the torns of life
Who do I reveal the secrets of my heart
Enlighten me, enlighten me, with the knowledge of all living
With hope that I will not fall, with answers that defeats wondering

Show me the cure, and I will look no further
Thy breath is all I need, and I shall no more yonder
I long to embrace the the reflection of purity
I long to listen the language of divinity

~~M.K

Upon Light..

Light,
Not my name thou shall speak
Not my body thou shall seek
Not my flesh thou shall burn
Not my shadow thou shall expand
Not my eyes thou shall ease

Thou calm the darkest of hearts
with clarity and guidance
Thou shines the maze of men
A saviour to all descendants

Light,
Not my heart thou shall refuse
Not my whisper thou shall hinder
Not my veins thou shall arrest
Not my voice thou shall deny

Thou show nothing to impede
For the sayings of love are never complete
Until the carnal soul learns to retreat
Making life bitter and sweet

Light,
Not my hope thou shall let vain
Not my desire thou shall gain
Not my dreams thou shall remain
Not my words thou shall ordain

~Khairudin Ali

 

My Delicate Halves

A reason to return, A beacon to shine,
Blending roses of the coming, as closer to mine,
I shall not ken, between hope and desire
Nor to let it devour our hearts and shire

Along came a prayer, a spirit, dovish of its kind
With palms to descent, vie and circles
Never to fold and founder, but whirling in the mind
Inside this new love, became the sky
Taking a like of Rumi, though not deceiving the eye
Through the midst of ethereal beauty, came the meek, the cry
Nor it travels cold, my vision melts at the beginning
Nor the axes make tender, calcifies in reckoning
Fusioned, it came to our hands, escaped through the hollowing

A delicate half, lining abyss, entangled without a fight
Following the grey, reaching the light
A path we shall take that shines knowledge and purity
Descending on our hearts affection, nearing eternity
Like yearning to speak on a language of unity
Like promising to hear the sound of the Almighty…

~~M.K