Soliloq-why

Let me be the purveyor
of words about to shape your mind.
Let me be the porter
that rings the bell to your heart's consciousness.
And when these words
hit your walls like a canon
I shall take as hostage an army of ignorance.

I shall lead the reins
but I won't force down gulps
Of this poetic fluid in your throat.
I won't ask for ransome
even if my words take as hostage
every line that makes up your page.
I shall dip my pen deep
into the inks of this theism
and spell out mono upon the blank sheets of religion,
scorn other gods, and bury their pride with words.
I shall build bridges with words
and beg His majesty for its fruition.
As I soliloquize upon this stage
where Islam fills my page
and not words of rage.
(c) Ayinla Muyideen
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A night, a stranger

Here leaves another day
One which can never be revisited
Left to be buried in the sands of yesterday.

Here comes the rain
Here comes the night
With less worry of the morning's plight.
Another day, another night
Gone in the life of a stranger
Who is lost in the euphemism of an ephemeral world
While trials and tribulations grab his garment
And shreds it before his eyes.
Here is another night
Another moment for slumber
To caress the frailty of humans
Even when his eyes are awake to his struggles
A night, a stranger
Travelling a road once plied by many
Where there are meadows
And wonderful landscapes
A road where there are thorns of trials
And mountains of ambitions.
A road plied by men of different tribes and colours,
The famed and the unfamed
All of whom death did overtake.
(C) Ayinla Muyideen Adeleke
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Half of My Deen

Yes I have
I have walked that path
of longiness and of anxiety
thinking of when it would be-
to bid bachelorhood farewell
and to be inducted into the hall of Abus.

Yes I have
Just like every conscious muslim men
become weary and worrisome
to get far away as my legs could
away from the fitnah exhumed
all in the name of civilization and modernity
that has become an abyss of immorality.

I have seen
where my legs have been
that it pays to become a man
as fast as one could
before being a youth could become a curse
and rejecting the words of Allah
would become a pain to nurse.
I'd rather run as fast as my legs could
before shaytan in whispers would...

Yes I mean half of my deen
is better to all of these sins
warped around Dunyah
its deceit and calumny
could only deprive one
of the great benefit Allah Has promised.

I am still to complete mine
Just like a miner-
is still to burrow through the gold mine
I am still to call you habeeby
till the nikkah comes to be.

Here i am ready to run
as fast as my legs could
before the sun welcomes the moon
and the night becomes noon
to be the man who brings you joy
while being far away from shaytan's decoy
having completed half of my deen
with you in good deeds and not in sin.


Muyideen

(c) 2016

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