By Novid Shaid, December, 2010
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Oh Lord,
I cling on to the rocks of your sacred path,
dangling
over
the
bottomless
abyss
of
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The Drops of Purity
By Novid Shaid, 2005
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The limpid drops of purity
Seep through their hearts instilling certainty.
They rain down on the turbidity,
Which veils their hearts with all things sensory,
An Ode to My Sofa
by Novid Shaid, 2010, copyright
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Forgive me my dear sofa,
For my wilful arrogance,
It’s only now I’ve noticed
Your uncanny consciousness.
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Your seats are so inviting!
Your back so comforting!
We fall on you for joy and rest
And you oblige our every whim.
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He Who Never Dies
Novid Shaid, 2002, Copyright
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Fervent fires are raging
During freezing nights,
Restless seas are writhing
In the stillest nights,
Ardent hearts are sighing
During silent nights,
Yearning for their cherished Friend,
He, who never dies.
The Rich and the Poor
by Novid Shaid, November, 2010
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A road sweeper whispered some words while clearing autumn leaves,
which lay below the naked elms that lined a privileged street.
The Dowdy Muslim
By Novid Shaid, September, 2010
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There once was a dowdy Muslim
whose face looked clumsy and cold.
She would waddle down the street,
looking down at her feet,
covered up in flowing dark folds.
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When she trudged on through the markets
or stood in queue like a dull figurine,
the other women so dashing,
with bodies like mannequins,
considered her image obscene!
You Can’t Judge A Bloke By Appearance
By Novid Shaid, May, 2010
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I’ll never forget, when my ears were still wet,
And I learned one of life’s painful lessons.
I won’t be surprised if you’ve learned this yourself
You can’t judge a bloke by appearance.
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The Meeting
By Novid Shaid, September, 2010
Innamaa hadhihi hayaatu mataa’ – “verily this life is full of struggles”- Young Fata to Dhun Nun Al Misri– Kitab Ul Futuwwa
Abadan tahinnu ilaykumu arwah – “forever do the spirits find rest with You” – Imam Shihaabudeen Suhwardi
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When I was a restless youth
And my heart was searching for truth
A chance meeting transformed me
And I was born again, weeping like a baby.
The Man Who Loved To Burn The Book
Novid Shaid, September, 2010
Once there was a man, who yearned to burn a book,
which millions loved; it was their special book,
its verses had some of them completely hooked;
they were delighted by just a momentary look.
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Our Love
By Novid Shaid, Ramadan, 2010
O You, who love to demonize
our Prophet, Nabi Muhammad,
know this:
that we love him more
than you love your own identities.
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