Jalal ibn Sa'eed Mohabbat

A humble poem I wish to share

“Mohabbat”

When all was created and the pens were lifted and the ink had dried
A humble few were destined to live in blessed land of honour and pride

Soon, they walked upon the mountains & through valleys living with a code
There was a simple man who sought to marry his bride to dwell in this abode

From those blessed two came a child who took the name from his father’s cut
In this beginning, many of us can only imagine, was the first Mohabbat

But this land in which they did dwell was strategic and often sought
The tyrants, conquerors and liberators could tame and rule them not

The victories of those who came before us defined and wrote the pages
History is humbled as it reports of its produce of scholars and sages

So much more can be said but words cannot do this legend it’s justice
Let us not remain the nation that told stories, rather let’s put it all to practice

The mind is only freed by knowledge of what it did not know
Thus we fail and cannot rise again because of what we sow

Much is said in folk tales and traditions of this noble khans legends & legacy
Love is his name, Mohabbat, where hearts are safe from the evils of heresy

Jalal Omar Mohabbat

I close my eyes as I write the words I can see are on the inside of my lids.
I hear the sounds around me but I can’t see their purpose
I hold a torch to light a path through the trees
I open my eyes to see the past of the person in front of me walking into their own future
Everyone moving from one lane to another but getting no where
Not any different than those in the lane they were in before

Chaos is defined by our reasoning and reason is lost without anyone noticing
Black darkness shines brighter when our eyes are closed
The heart beats like a drum pounding at the walls wanting to break free
The soul can’t describe the bottomless space where I hide often from the surface
Some can see while others won’t listen to what they look upon
Holding on to keys which open no doors to new places sought

Rain and snow falls upon the earth mercifully for gratitude
Thus the sky is deprived of being seen and thus needs no eyes to see
The nothingness inside harbours only nothing
Sleep is dangerously close but can’t wake up from the nightmare
Dreaming is easier to take when Im awake so I pinchk
No one stays in their lane as the grass keeps shining greener

Diamonds turn to gold and gold turns to dust for me
Why did I confuse you with this nothingness inside of me
How can I write the pain pounding out from the inside
This beast I must release but fear what will happen
This beast will kill to destroy me from the inside
Lest this beast is me and I love hating love

A headache is what I pay you for the venting you allow me.
Can you afford the hurt?

By: Jalal ibn Sa’eed