Getting used to saying goodbye
Fate sealed, sentiments override.
Bosom swells with bridal expectancy
Heart aches from years of loving solely.
Had my beloved taken the remedy
My beloved would’ve healed spiritually.
Friend buries even the best of people
And corpse is nothing but remains to be mourned.
So long, Mogadishu, so long:
For me, my nostalgia
As for you, your lost innocence.
@ Safi Abdi...2009
Give serenity another name
Or simplicity another face.
He loved optimism
Hated pessimism.
Positive, ever so positive
For the little things always appreciative:
The cackle of the baby
The sip of plain water
The first to smile
The last to disengage.
He loved optimism
Hated pessimism.
Good of intent
Mild of voice
Light of foot
Gentle, ever so gentle.
He loved optimism
Hated pessimism
Invited criticism
Celebrating pragmatism:
His Jihad being just an operation
Against the aberration:
The middle course, O my followers
The middle course, O my followers.
@ 2007 Safi Abdi. All Rights Resevered.
Days numbered,
cases mourn
The impatient
at the inception worn.
If all our dilemmas
were sweet darlings
Many a claw would dig in the dirt
like sand ducklings;
It follows that our causes
would then nest kneeling.
But Day follows, too,
in the horizon’s darkening.
And calamities are puffed up
by the sun’s kneading.
The merciful Lord has His ways,
All-knowing:
Lean years
Bitter pills
...ingredients unflattering...
Aren't these for streamlining?
Passages narrowed
for our fattened calves for realigning?
The merciful Lord has His ways,
All-knowing.
Rather needless,
the impatient us are always saying
In the eyes of the ease-loving
horribly taxing.
Yet, who knows best as
to how to polish up the waning
Or can best tie that knot
in the oblivion missing?
Copyright (c)Safi Abdi, 2006, All Rights Reserved.
This thing He made
The breath He measured
He awaits the return of
This being He created bare and alone.
@Safi Abdi
Love shone her rays
The deserved enhances
In her warmth embraced.
I searched her eyes
To partake of her light
I am all she’d born
But so many she serves
Their wishes she indulges.
I searched her soul
To partake of her light;
Keep not for self, I learned
Be a vehicle for God;
What He gives, I learned
Love commands...
To the next, to the next.
The self serve least.
C)Safi abdi
Why shouldn't I cling
To you?
I was nothing
And
You made me.
A being
Of little substance
I am in earthly eyes...
By all accounts
A nothingness...
Miraculous then how
I am mentioned
In heaven!
I was alone,
Wandering in the dark
And in a raiment
Of sparkling light
You bathed me.
The human in me
Desired an exemplar
And Muhammed,
the ideal being
Into my life came.
I falter
By the second...
Need constant telling
So you speak to me.
I stumble again
Then there You are
To the rescue!
To my clumsy babble
I hear You listen...as if they
Were bejeweled with wisdom...
How you relish the
Screechy whimpering
Mixed with the salt
Of my myriad flaws!
And when sadness disrupts...
Amazing how gratitude
Fills the void;
Why shouldn't I cling
To you?
@ Safi Abdi, all rights reserved.
Between death and I a breath
Between pain and I a needle
Pray tell,
Where am I between me and my Lord?
@ Safi Abdi, all rights reserved.
Save your tears, dear
Worlds a place of fear
You were not born in heaven
Travel back in time, regain your sight
Its crucial that you keep sanity intact.
Lament not your case, or mine
Lest the ignorant we cheer
In this parched land of ours
You’re a lone breeze my dear
What rain-drop, in her right mind,
Would mingle with a roaring ocean?
Save your tears, dear
In these dark days of ours
Keep your lids arid, waterless
like the cliffs of this house divided.
But then there is a weapon in Patience
Never has Hope ever lost a soul
And none has monopoly over Air.
@ Safi Abdi, all rights reserved.
The love for Somalia
like a downpour of
sweet fresh water
off the ground
the ills of this nation sweeps.
The newly born bonding
with the plaintiff
resuscitates the forgotten
Saint.
Dare to love
and you shall be
in the rush
to come home.
Cool Southerly breeze
and a North cheerful
are a unit in the Attar.
A body a plane boards;
Somalia is my sanctuary.
@ Safi Abdi
By the wailing wall
Palestine is butchered
by the wailing wall
Even though it’s only a wall
It’s the wailing wall
And by the wailing wall
It’s laughter time.
Beneath this wailing wall,
A child of the soil
By the scent of heaven I hang;
But how many were the prophets that wailed
Because of this wall?
By the wailing wall it was laughter time then
And by the wailing wall it is laughter time now.
By the scent of heaven
Hang the prophets of God
And now a whole population
Are hanged by the wailing wall.
By the tears of this torn land
This wall is a see-through
My heaven is way beyond this debris
The wailing wall is just a wall.
A chandelier a night for now;
Patience, wait
Be my obedient servant.
Authenticity defies the divide:
This is my land
Before Hitler I was here
After Hitler I am still here
And after all the children of Hitler’s
Wailing wall have gone
Here shall I be.
From this land sprang I
And from this land,
After the bombardment
If nothing else were to remain;
A nail and at least some bone
By the will of Allah
Shall resurrect.
This land is in my bone marrow
I am a child astride by the torn land.
So I will still be here
Even after the Bushes, and all the big
Boys have departed, I will still be here.
Like the prophets I now wail
And like them one day shall I cease to wail.
Authenticity defies the divide
Winner is the one that laughs last
I hang by the scent of heaven
Beneath and beyond the wailing wall
I am with those that wait.
Approaching laughter is a salve
And so much better than impending doom
Patience carries the slave
Yonder, beyond the thunder
Over the wailing metal birds
I wait with those that wait.
For now a chandelier a night, Patience
Wait for me;
It’s wailing time
Palestine is waiting by the see-through wall.
(c)Safi Abdi, 2007, all rights reserved.
Posts
All Comments
