Monday, 31 December 2012

Catch My Tears

An endless scream of silence and pain of my heart as the tears fall;
Memories that erupt and remind me of the history and years before.
The anguish and despair i faced; the emotional challenges i raced,
the torment of the soul i enrage and shadows of the abyss that follow me to every place.
choices that demand a decision instantly; no time to think and say,
the skies that blaze red in sight like fire growing day by day.
if you could understand the language of my heart;
the silent screams; the violent dreams of a shadow like trident fiend.
The pain that cannot be expressed in words but crying;
distressing every tear to it's limit when flowers are dying.
The eyes leak water because the heart is sick of trying,
and forcing a fake smile to show; it's sick of lying.
let my heart bleed to end my mind says;
darkness that covers what my eyes see; the small light rays.
No body cares in this world especially for what I say,
no love amongst family and this is why I fade.
My friends that turn away ripping pieces from my heart,
those who in my sight were true at the start.
and then truth departs and travels away very far;
and then the light that once was has suddenly turned dark.
The smile i used to believe in the mirror has turned lethal;
manipulating reality i saw and manifesting itself in evil.
My heart is scarred; slashed; shattered and broken,
yet finds a way to survive like another door that has opened.
My speech my poetry may they be for those behind a token,
For remembrance of life's realities and the future remains floating.
Catch my tear and feel my pain; Catch my tears in the rain.
Dry my eyes when you've learnt my name , for i shall never again be the same.

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Fighting Alone

I've lived my life living in my shadow fighting alone,
Trying to contradict life's rules like lighting a stone.
I tried to be strong baring the weight of the world on my shoulders,
Dragging my feet through the roads i crossed with boulders.
No one at my side or in my heart to be my support;
No one will be there in the future since no one was there before.
Facing the trials of life through innocence and evil;
Touching the edge of a knife so sharp and lethal.
Pain and misery caused by the darkness spread by the people;
How i find myself weakened; a soul so feeble.
The stars sparkle is dimming; the moon's radiance is fading,
And the cold winds slice through the silence and extinguish fires that were blazing.
I had always desired a lamp embedded within my heart;
So many times i thought i had found it descended from amongst the stars.
Then they would depart and travel so very far;
And leave me in searching again; where i was at the start.
I was looking for that love in a friend who would genuinely care;
Put up with my immaturity and keep the promise that they would be there.
I was looking for someone i could call my best friend;
Someone i could cherish at every moment until our blessed ends...
Oh how dreams overwhelm us with illusions unreachable,
This pain in my heart a matter unspeakable.
They said that the sparkle of the stars were retrievable,
But didn't mention that the smile in the mirror wasn't believable.
Shadows reaching at me from every corner i am seated in;
Regrets that torment me and torture me ever so entreatingly.
My heart screaming at the host it had bleeded in,
And me looking at the man in the mirror whose smile taunts so deceivingly
What are tears worth in a world with no light,
What are blood drops worth in a world with cold nights?
What are years wasted in search of gold eyes,
when your heart has deceived you to believe in those lies?

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Monday, 24 December 2012

Restless Words

Another restless night and again i wish to write about what troubles my mind;
The eery silence of the night and shadows that plague the stars.
Thoughts and doubts that infect my very soul clouding the light,
Suffering of being unaware to what's real ; my troubled heart.
I cry out to the heavens with no voice escaping my mouth,
Trapped eternally in the embodiment of solitude and darkness.
But i find my world enlivened and recoloured at any sound,
Because it is what reassures me that i have not become heartless
Shrouded night skies; dusk when the eyes die.
Clouded bright light; lust when the lies fly.
This is the world that we live in; a fantasy,
Ignoring the harsh realities and the facts that we had to see.
Death is our end; life was our beginning,
We live for today but what is after we do not think.
Truth is no longer spoken; the hopes of many have been broken,
And in all the chaos it feels like the gates of hell have been open.
We were all children that were hoping;
That when we leave the world we would leave a token,
For those after us that would have a future floating.
The lies that have been spread: the tears that are ignored,
The eyes that are now dead; their years that are no more.
Oh heartless ones why do you slaughter ones who have done no wrong;
To kill anyone who is a Muslim is this your military song?
Palestine; the country that has been forced to it's knees,
For no crime that it has committed; you ignore their pleas.
They do nothing but bleed; in frozen nights where they cannot sleep.
Living nightmares that are real wishing they were but bad dreams.
I pray for the salvation of this world; a blessing from above,
Where mankind would unite under one banner of peace and love.
Where racism is classed as evil and unity is the new trend,
If you agree to my thoughts then please do send,
This poem to your friends and family that you need to remind;
Of what is truly right it is time to decide

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Words I Can Never Speak

I would wake up in the morning knowing that you have just went to sleep;
Figuring out the timezone difference has my heart jet lagged.
Not knowing when to message so i could tell you that you are always in my dreams,
this constant thought of missing you in a day has my head smashed.
You may live across the world from me which is the truth,
But when i think of you it's like your lying beside me.
Looking at the world with the same eyes comparing our views,
It is only you who can really understand what is inside me.
When it is midnight here it is late afternoon over there,
Rendering me oblivious to solitude bereft of your light.
Your smile that lightens my world; your love that shows you care,
How i wish i could fly to you on this very night that i write
Oh my beloved; though you may love another i shall always love,
Your soul to it's beauty; your heart to it's truth.
The fragrance you emanate; the aura from the heavens above,
and the smile that you smile revitalizes our youth
Speaking alone seems to be hard as your schedule is filled,
And the timezone is an obstacle between my happiness..
Silence in my world during most of the day then your message is a thrill,
As i am quick to reply and understand that i don't love my family less..
I want to marry you; i want to be the one who can keep you smiling...
I know i could had we spent at least a day.
But i am overwhelmed with fatigue of this constant trialing,
If i were there at least it would be more; and you wouldn't smile just to things that i say.
So i write you this poem as a finality to what I've wanted to be said,
Never having the bravery or courage to speak.
Overcome by love that fills my heart and keeps me blessed;
And thoughts of you in the day and dreams during my sleep.
I love you more than you could know;
And it isn't something impossible.
Tell me to go and i shall go as far as anyone could go;
Never say Never: The root to the improbable.

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Letter to my love



Dear beloved you remain a million miles away from me;
But your soul is right here next to me as a blessing.
I know when your smiling because the day is sunny,
And the daydreams i see about you when im resting.
You may live across the world from me even a galaxy;
But one day i will still find you i will still get to you,
No matter what the effort or sacrifice or fantasy;
These are the ambitions of my heart because i love you.
Everyone knows of you; yes even my dear family;
Your smile shining brighter than ever above truth.
Your heart is like a diamond that fell from the heavenly skies;
Are you an angel because your beauty is harmony,
And the peace everybody is after can be found in your eyes,
You are my guiding light for when it's hard to see.
I want to be with you through every sight and breath,
Because you take my air away from me on every thought.
My beating heart that sings of your presence even in death;
And i need more than a few pages to talk about the peace you've brought.
This is my letter to you my beloved; my every feeling,
Thing's i can't say to you when we are speaking.
So i'll write them as a poem so you can get a better meaning;
And understand it's only you that is my reason to keep breathing.
Whenever i see the stars glimmer i think of your smile,
And my desire to travel the world to get to you; the many miles..
It seems small in comparison to my desire of being next to you;
But i am willing to walk through fire and beat any trial;
For an opportunity to be blessed with you.
Dear beloved; i love you more than you will ever know,
Wether this message reaches you maybe you shall see...
Dear beloved; have you ever thought about the water flow,
The way your aura does when it enshrouds me...
Dear beloved; the queen to my world in this realm,
Maybe in this life or maybe even the next.

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Live and Die

Millions of stars embedded in the black night sky that shrouds us,
Aurora lights that dance and the heavenly aura around us.
The beautiful moon that stands alone as if to shine a secret,
And behind us the shadow silently singing of the reaper.
The breeze of the winds that howl in the cold dark,
And the regrets of a man inside that consumes a whole heart.
In a world where one is always confused where the road starts;
The stars are guides but what if there were no stars?
As we travel our journey of life facing every feeling;
realizing what we are made of and learning the meaning.
Discovering the purpose of our lives and why we are breathing,
or a false hope within us which in truth was always deceiving.
What was we believing, what was we so relieved in;
Learning the truth of life from our souls that were revealing..
We live and we die that is the cycle of the world;
We use our words; we fall in love with one special girl;
We hoard the world for diamonds and pearls; We want to soar the skies like the graceful birds...
To eventually meet our pending doom that is death;
The reaper sitting in the shadows waiting for our last breath.
Singing with the winds until we are on our beds;
Waiting for his glorious moment to put us to rest.
Nightmares and dreams are the same; thoughts conjured in our heads,
But it's up to us to find the truth and grasp the best.
Face what we dread or give up on what has been said.








© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Sunday, 16 December 2012

A woman's heart

When a woman falls in love with a man whom she thought she knew,
Lives her life in a way that her tears will never stop.
It's already too late when she realizes the truth,
Because her heart is in love with in a dream that was not.
She will be abused; and used and hurt to no end,
Sleeping her sleepless nights; a wet pillow of tears at dawn.
Full of doubt of herself; regretting that she gave her heart as a whole then,
It returned to her broken beyond repair; new tears are born.
This woman wanted to be a wife; and had hopes to be a mother,
And you heartless fiends have broken her to pain.
They should be treated with love and respect; if not by one then another,
Never let any other girl feel like this again.
They are the gems of the earth; God's gift to man.
Fragile in soul and heart; beautiful by eyes.
Don't break a woman's soul just because you can;
Women are from the heavens; like the angels in the skies.
They wear make up because some evil men call them ugly;
Lowering their self esteem and dignity and destroying their hope,
No one is ugly; every woman is beautiful; they are all lovely,
Your just a man who hasn't found the gold.
You don't need money or a car; you need a woman's heart,
Because they are treasures of the stars,
whether you find one close to you or distance apart,
If you are lucky enough to have a woman's heart it doesn't matter if you're far.
It's all a man need to be successful in life,
Love of a woman; at your side as your wife.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Screaming Heart

Silence is what you can hear; but enter my heart for a world of pain.
Regrets that haunt; misery that drowns my happiness in it's rain.
A broken heart isn't always mended; or repaired or healed.
A broken heart is sometimes permanent because it's everything we feel.
My life really isn't what i make it look like; what i show to people,
My life is a shipwreck forever abandoned devoured by evil.
I hate that i am a person that succumbs to his feelings;
Crying at the chance crying when it hurts most.
Blood that is pleading; a soul that wants to stop breathing,
Because nightmares have stopped me from the dreams i was dreaming.
A cruel world with a cloud of shadow at it's host.
No one can understand me; understand what it feels to hurt like i do,
Even my shadow has left me alone to suffer; betraying my truth.
A cursed heart hosts my soul to suffer in lingering silence;
I want to break free from misery away from the hindering violence.
I want someone to find me and catch my tear before it falls,
The way i did because of loneliness; forgetting how i once stood so tall.
They say everyone deserves a chance at love; everyone deserves to love and be loved.
They forgot to say that it does not apply to me.
I have been alone for so long that it's been more than enough,
I can't handle a solitude that's worse than death; shoot me.
Cry like i do and find my heart screaming to the stars,
Shaking the heavens and causing hell to tremble.
A scream that thunder fears from a fragile shattered heart;
Broken memories remain; horrible things to remember.
It's time to leave; time to say goodbye to the world,
Time to forget when I've just met the most perfect girl.
Time to erase the past; and forget trying to make a new start,
I'm not restarting only to end up with another broken heart.
Yet even in the deepest agonies i find a light that holds me;
The beauty of that persons smile makes me want to stay.
But then my mind says to go; i don't want to be lonely,
And my heart says stay to love her in every single way.
A struggle against my soul; a conflict against desire,
The hardest war a person could fight in this life.
Could i handle the freezing cold and walk right into a fire,
Or could i stay strong with her smile in thoughts to fight?
If i take the first step away from someone i love;
I also take the first step towards a life in the middle.
She is my best friend and i still could be tough;
but i wish she knew what i went through when i was little.



© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

"Finding a way to you"

One day i will journey through life to find your smile,
Through every hardship and pain; and the distance in miles...
With the thought of love; i shall overcome tribulation and trial;
And revive the happiness i felt again after a long while.
I will travel with the stars in the lonely nights;
Fly with the blue skies so clear and bright.
With thoughts of your smile keeping me strong enough to fight,
Wanting to be besides you through every strife.
These miles may be many that keep me away from where you are;
But even that can't stop me from completing my heart.
The moon whispered to me the secrets of the stars;
And that you were an angel sent from so very far.
Your smile is my power; my energy; my medicine for life;
Your name is a symbol for peace and harmony in every sight.
Your eyes are the stones of heaven; your hair like silk so light.
Your heart and soul a combination of perfection in my eyes.
My words may not mean much to you; they are just words,
But for me they symbolize my ambitions to conquer this world.
This love i feel for you; the most perfect girl,
makes me feel as if i could fly with the winds and the birds.
You are my breeze in the summer days so warm and blessed,
You are my relief in days of grief and stress,
You are my belief for when i face the cruelty of life's test,
And you are the love; a love i never once felt.
You are in my thoughts in the cold days;
And become my dreams in my sleep.
Your sparkle like the shine of a gold plate;
A fantasy of a reality in a dream so serene.
A poem is meaningless and isn't the kind of gift anyone would expect;
But poetry is my speech and you are my passion for that descent.
I would no longer like to pretend; no longer push aside the fact that i love you.
But moreover emphasize the fact that you i respect.
You have become my smile; the reasons for my joy.
You are the melody i hear in my mind, the missing pieces of my voice.
You are the beauty i can see and hear in whispers;
the dreams i dream in day and night that tends to linger.
And now that its the time of the year when the warmth withers;
You are my warmth during the long cold nights of winter.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Sunday, 2 December 2012

I once dreamed...

I once dreamed of a life so free;
Where i could live as me with space to breathe.
A life dancing to song and melody heard in silence's pleas,
The howling winds cool and hum a gentle breeze.
A harmonious peace like the sway of the trees,
Water flowing from falls; and stagnancy in rivers and seas.
I once dreamed a life where the sky would be my blanket;
The nights' forever warm under the stars that speak.
But life will never become the way we wish to plan it;
We are controlled through destiny; we shall never see.
I once dreamed a life where poetry could be my speech;
In rhythms that would touch the soul and heart to please.
When my words i write become the reflection of what i feel,
I once dreamed a life that could never be real.
i once dreamed a life where light wasn't just something we see,
Through everything that is covered by darkness; the shadows that flee.
A life of our dreams will become a life of ease;
And that would contradict the true purpose to why we breathe.
A life free of confusion and doubt from the things that we read,
A life free of pain and agony from when we bleed.
A life free of tears and emotions from when we plead,
A life free from death when our hearts find it hard to breathe.
This life will never be what we expect it to be or what we want it to be,
but that is the problem with us; we live in our dreams and not in reality.
We want to live happily in peace with our beloved friends and family.
Things will never be the way we want, only the way that they have to be,
and we carry on chasing the many illusions of life ever so frantically.
 We let loose our emotions; sometimes we become blind and do things angrily,
scared to loose what we have lived for; scared that we are living in vanity.
An emotional alchemy at disarray but we still try to live our lives casually.
As we live in a world where every sight is a tragedy, ignoring the brutalities,
and the fact that wherever we go there will always be hints of blasphemy.
Lets keep our agonies to ourselves and touch the edges of  insanity,
because life can be anything when we are mad; no more calamities.

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Monday, 26 November 2012

Writers' Block

The sounds of the breath of life can be heard in the silence i sit in,
Bereft of inspiration to write away to soul's desire.
Lost mind without ability to think it's lost rhythm,
Has it come to a time where my poetic career must retire?
No i decline; i shall never throw away what is my passion,
What keeps my spirits; energy to live my life.
Like the stars falling like meteors the rage is blasting,
I can't tell what this is; writers block' an enemy in sight.
I thought i couldn't put any words together again,
Not in the same flow i used to be able to.
Now that i start again i am that poet; forever same,
As i revive that passion again may this be my fabled truth.
My book unfinished; now determined to finish what i started,
My project of a lifetime i need to look for inspiration.
Poetry is what symbolizes me; a definition of what my heart is,
But when i look that way it seems i used up all that inspiration.
Ideas, ideas, ideas...all i need to retake that journey;
To jump over the obstacles and the enemies that try to hurt me.
Writers block' a disease to a passionate poet that rhymes words,
With letters and all it's meaning that could be found in the world.
I fell into a shadow but now i rise again into light,
Passion re flamed and rekindled like the rhymes that flow bright.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

The Palestinian Genocide

Thousands of innocent people are being slaughtered for no reason,
From mothers; to husbands and fathers to children who just started breathing.
The men are policing; the women are screaming and the babies are bleeding,
Blood splattered on the walls dripping down like water leaking.
While we sit here and do nothing but watch it on our TVs,
Because we can't do anything but face up to these feelings,
Watching our brothers and sisters in Islam horribly being defeated,
But we shall prevail; All praises to the Lord we believe in.
Israel; a country where evil is born; a reincarnated Hitler,
But not today, today you shall not be the victor.
You wept when Hitler had wiped out the convoy of Jews,
Now you think it's fine to do that to people who live by a truth.
That was a holocaust; a genocide and now we share that pain,
But don't call  Hitler a demon when you're both from the same place.
Why do you spill our blood with intentions of revenge,
We Muslims never wiped out your people we can't even defend.
And the US following your backside just a hypocritical pretense,
Obama just a fake man with fake values who knows only to pretend.
America is now Israel's puppet as they try to occupy the holy land,
A land that belonged to the Muslims till date now a holy stand.
A holy war; a holy conflict, battle; massacre that you shall not surpass.
Call it what you may; but by God's name you shall not last.
Masjid Al Aqsa is what we believe to be Solomon's treasure,
But what you dig for underneath is nothing but for your pleasure.
Masjid al Aqsa; a mosque created by the Jinn and HudHud's feather,
But you can never take it; it shall remain standing forever.
We have something that you shall never have; faith,
An article of immense power that will always keep us safe.
Destroy us, Slaughter Us but we shall end up in a better place,
Where you shall not living in eternal regret and pain.
You take pride in slaughtering new born babies,
Then killing their mothers who are nothing but innocent ladies.
Then you kill their fathers showing us that you are crazy,
A demonic blood thirst; demonic intent another Hitler maybe.
You say you defend; when it's you that's been attacking for years,
It's the Palestinians that lose blood and cry all their tears.
When have you ever cared; being so unjust and unfair,
Killing with your weapons; people with hands that are bare.
Free Free Palestine will be something we shall always be chanting,
And the day will come when they are liberated and we shall be dancing.
Free Free Palestine will be a slogan that will be the one thing you cannot hear;
Because you will be buried in your own graves with bullets in your ears.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Message to the heartless

I don't know where to begin. How can someone explain the meaning of their tears? Forget one man...no one cares about the millions of tears that are dropping. Because of bloodshed. Because of the Hitler invasion by israel to the palestinians.
Muslims no longer have a place in the world, it's like you treat us like we are worse than dirt. What? Because a small group of extremist people blew up your tower? They wrongly used our name and now you blame our whole religion.
Since that incident you have outcasted us from humanity. Calling us terrorists.
Terrorist. What nonsense. Such contradiction!!! You have no idea on what Islam is! Instead you let the media brainwash you and twist the truth to something else! Something you people are stupid enough to believe!
The word "Muslim" derives from the word arabic meaning "Peace".
If a muslim is a man of peace how can he be a terrorist?
How can those radical people be muslims?
Use your brains.
It's not terrorism when Russian had killed 2million chechens and afghanis. It wasn't terrorism when tens of thousands of muslims were slaughtered in Burma. It isn't terrorism when Israel is killing and bombing palestine to no end over a strip of land. It isn't terrorism when the violent shia'a regime are killing all the innocent sunni muslims in Iran, which you like to endorse and support.
What happened to our humanity?
Do we not walk on the same feet you do!!
You talk about progress and looking to the future but instead you do the opposite and act like neanderthals. There's no more humanity left in your hearts.
We believe in God, and our final Prophet may Peace be upon him.
And we were never taught to kill anyone.
To say otherwise is a lie.
And that lie has spread nationwide and the media has made everyone believe.
Open a book and do your research.
The Prophet PBUH said in authentic narrations in regards to the non believers;
"Respect and honor them, if not as brothers and sisters in religion but atleast brothers and sisters in humanity"
Does this sound like a violent man to you?!
Our prophet would command us to adopt morals and etiquette, and share the same values the Prophet Jesus upon him be peace sent to mankind. Love thy neighbour and respect all.
Love one another.
With the way things going, the genocide of the muslims we can tell you've ignored that. We can tell theres no more hint of humanity left in your hearts.
Look on the news and see what's happening.
They tell you Hammas this and that attacks Israel.
BULLSHIT!
Do your own research and look closer.
How long have Israel been invading and attacking that country to claim a land that does not belong to them? Killing everyone in their way because of their evil bloodlust. It isn't Jews that are causing this. They are zionists and they are dogs and they want to be the main power.
And the U.S with no sense of humanity follows them like a dog. Why don't you speak up? You know this is wrong. To slaughter and kill them.
We shed blood like you do so how can we not be human?
We cry like you do how can we not be human?
When a christian does something radical he is not labelled an extremist or a terrorist nor is it pointed out that he is a christian;
Same goes with hindus and the violence they cause in india killing all the muslims blowing up the mosques. Yet do we see you calling them terrorists? No!
Why is this word only associated with muslims?!
How can you call innocent peace loving people terrorists?
Israels the terrorist. The Real terrorist.
Do you know how badly this hurts me as a human being when you go on talking about Justice when you don't do any justice for the injustice thats taking place? Instead you support it?
Why can't we be under the same banner as mankind as human beings?
WE ARE HUMANS TOO WE HAVE HEARTS TOO WE CRY WE BLEED AND YOU SLAUGHTER US LIKE WE'RE ANIMALS! MOTHERS HAVE TO SEE THEIR SONS DYING, THEIR HUSBANDS DYING AND THEN THEY ARE KILLED. LITTLE BABIES WHO ARE NEWLY BORN ARE BEING MURDERED BEING SHOT AFTER THEIR FIRST BREATH, LITTLE CHILDREN WHO TALK ABOUT THEIR DREAMS ARE BEING BURNT ALIVE!! IS THIS HUMANITY?!!
Yet you feel no remorse!! SHAME ON YOU! SHAME ON ISRAEL AND AMERICA. I've lost all my respect for America now.

Thursday, 15 November 2012

Free Palestine

As the empty shells of machine guns lay cold aside the corpses,
Blood infested lands of the inhabitants that desired only peace.
Troops from the Hitler regime based country invading like enraged horses,
Slaughtering innocent people; Bloodthirsty Murderers When will this evil cease?
The mothers that cry because their children die first,
Then cry because they've seen their husband die.
And then are killed with strong faith that hell is worse,
While we sit at home watching the media's lies.
The children that are killed without living a life,
At infancy, as a toddler; even new born.
The Zionist Israeli bastards that bulldoze the desperate plight,
Free Palestine Free Palestine We Pray to our Lord
A genocide of Palestinians; Muslims that cannot even defend,
Hitler like blood-thirst in the evil Israeli country.
The US supports them; with a hypocritical pretense,
Everyone is dying because they are shot or because they are hungry.
Free Palestine Free Palestine; Liberate the country from Evil,
Rescue the people in desperate plea, in desperate cries.
Free Palestine Free Palestine: Keep chanting as free people,
Lets grab darkness by the neck and restore the light.
Free Palestine Free Palestine Save the Children and the Mothers lives,
And the men that defend their honour without a voice.
Free Palestine Free Palestine; Keep chanting and let hope rise,
Keep chanting and make liberation and freedom the only choice.

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

A Writers' Heart

A writer that takes emotional torture on a daily basis,
From friends, from family from all different places.
Expressing is difficult when you want to keep it hidden,
as painful as hell can be always the victim.
Like living in a prison; needing to break the prism.
My weak heart; it's impossible for me to not cry,
I'd rather be blind to see what i do although I've got eyes.
If you could understand me even a little bit,
Then maybe you'd realize there is much more to my words.
This life is not nice; it is as complex as a riddle is,
To cry like i do you would want to close the door to my world.
My heart is broken; shattered like pieces of glass,
Tormented by the cold winds that howl to pass.
I want to look forward to my future but instead i look back to my past,
A ghost that haunts me forever something that will always last.
A bitter love that never fell into my hands when i tried to catch,
When i tried to find it; when i thought i had found .
Serenity that fades to ash; from a fire of a raging blast,
In a dream the harps playing; it was this melodious sound.
I am a writer indeed; and i write many things that i feel,
But even we have a history beyond the concepts we see as real.
Even we really cry; tears that drop on the paper we write on,
Wishing we could fly away; or even find a wing to fly on.
Never think we are never true to the words you read,
Every word is a mystery that you shall understand in your sleep.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Bag Of Sweets

Imagine life like a bag of different sweets; the sweets are our feelings,
Take a sweet from the bag and give me for each a meaning.

Imagine the first one being love; what would your definition be,
Your experience of heavenly auras or an answer given more intelligently.
A poison that forces insecurities upon others when drowned by it,
Internal bleeding in rejection; travel to other worlds like the sound flying.
Heavenly bliss that's stirred in our most lonesome hearts,
A whisper amongst the gems of the sky the hopeful stars.

Pick the next sweet; oh dear you have picked up despair,
When our hearts are shattered and broken beyond repair.
That is when you feel sorrow; misery drowned in the shadows,
Swimming in the depths of life thinking how everything was shallow.
As you cry in the silent nights with despair haunting you,
Your failed attempts to sleep because of the past that's taunting you.

Pick the next sweet; and define what for you is joy,
When life is becoming everything you want from every choice.
Remembering how you grew up as a child; as a young girl or boy,
when you was too shy to speak for yourself; a quiet voice.
Playing in the meadows with your friends and family,
Listening to odes and melodies in your realistic fantasies.
In that world there was never such a thing as agony,
As you lived in every harmony, a life so happily.

Pick the next sweet and define for me your hatred,
Like hating someone in school that bullied you; and you couldn't face it
Wishing only now that those regrets could be factions and replacements,
Burning in the fire of self worth; everything that you hated.
Dreaming an alternate world in which you had defaced him,
Then realizing it's nothing but a memory and you wish to erase it.

Pick the next, oh there's nothing left; nothing remains.
This is all that we can now feel because our hearts are restrained.
And detained; to the evils of the world that now is enraged.
Now all you hold is an empty bag which once contained many sweets,
Little chocolates in a world that symbolized many dreams.
Do we also live fantasies; is there another life for when we sleep?
This is a cold life; as we wait for death to reap.

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

A heart that suffers

My heart suffers ever so silently,
No words to say, but the feelings seem to thrash ever so violently.
My facial expression as blank as seeing a nightmare,
No smile, no glint in my eyes, not even a slight care.
No more concern on things that i once loved,
No more worrying about the people i wanted to hug.
I don't have a heart no more so i cant show that expression,
No more happiness, just a permanent depression, bring a mirror so i can see my reflection.
This miserable disease plaguing my heart like an incurable infection,
Somebody please cure me, I'm willing to take any injection.
i want to smile again, to be able to feel joy,
I don't want to be a zombie, i want to be a young boy,
That young boy i once was who never let anything get him down.
Now its like he wants to drown, the things he faces in his home town.
Its me, as i stare vaguely in the mirror showing the havoc.
But the shattered mirror shows a smile, did i really have it?
I have truly fallen, will somebody lift me,
To travel life again i really need somebody with me.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Bleeding love

Bleeding in my heart as my soul cries silently in the dark,
Weeping with the stars as the cold flies violently from afar.
Trusting in new love again; the fairy tale that never is,
Trusting in romance again like predicting what the weather is.
Why is it me every time that that i get slaughtered,
By the pains of doubt and neglect; misery that borders,
Every time i stand up and try again only to face the shadow in the corner.

Why is it me that feels the pain of loneliness,
The solitude of being one without feeling the homeliness.
Why is it that i seek love, to love and be loved,
as if it were an instrument to be found from the heavens above.
Why am i most gullible to hidden truths when their existence is false
Only to find a nothingness smitten by the heavy lightning bolts.
Nothing is my past, my present and what i will find in the next life,
Crushing the last of my presence; my journey to find the best light.
Broken in soul, broken in heart as my tears flow,
Broken in humanity questioning where do the years go.
Leave me to be rotting with the way i was born,
Ripped from soul and heart, a figure so poor and torn.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Monday, 12 November 2012

Parents

We live in a world where we forget the most important things,
In a world where money keeps it rotating.
But it's the small things that tend to make us sing,
Like a passion of fire burning ever so blazing.
Now this could be your song or a sentence of simple words,
But i want you to remember how we came into living.
Our parents that made us who we are like two blissful birds,
Parents that let our mistakes go so loving and forgiving.
When we were babies how they cherished us with their souls,
Like they couldn't bare to live without holding us.
Loving us everyday as they grew old and we were their gold,
Raising us on the path of life they were molding us.
To see us down and upset was a pain they could not take,
So your mum and dad's hearts you must not break.
We needed them when we were young,
They need us now they are of age.
And we would smile at the songs they sung,
and the smiles they gave when turning the page.
Our mothers spent sleepless nights tending to our cries,
We would be cradled in her blessed arms as she looked in our eyes,
She was our light, and she always be there every day and night.
She went through every pain to raise us,
Every pain to love and cherish what she wanted us to be.
I remember my mom and how beautiful her face is,
And im crying because of the way she see's me.
Our fathers work their entire lives so that we could live happily,
They would sacrifice everything so we could be a family.
Through endless cold tortures and rants of crying customers and endless agony,
Just so we could live together like a life in fantasy.
Now when we grew up in such an evil world,
We would disrespect our parents like they were nothing.
We would say everything not minding our words,
Breaking their hearts as they cry, their souls we are crushing.
They cry in pain when they see us grow up only to hate them,
Not appreciating the things they went through for us.
But when you need them again you won't be able to face them,
Although they would be more than happy to do anything for us.
Don't you cry at my words when i tell you that it's like this,
What our parents did for us we could never repay.
It burns my heart at realization when i write this,
How would you feel seeing your beloved parents decay?
Some of the youth wish their parents die,
Some of the youth wish they never had a mom or dad.
But let me ask you where you would be without their eyes,
How remorseful would you feel if you couldn't fly,
Or be loved the way they loved you, hugging you when you are sad.
They bleed for you, they weep for you,
Yet you want them dead and away.
They'd feel for you, and fear for you,,
Everlasting love which you don't want to stay.
My tears drop at the mere thought of me ever wishing death on them,
For what they did for me during childhood is uncompareable.
So don't you dare reading this do the same, you are blessed with them.
With your parents at your side life is undespairable.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Sunday, 11 November 2012

Unheard Voice Of A Muslim

Why do i need to suffer to be a Muslim; to believe in God Almighty,
Who sent us a blessed and noble Prophet to correct and guide me.
Why must we suffer for the doings of a minority in wrong,
Why must we be alienated by everyone in rhyme and song.
I believe in one God, i believe in my prophet,
And i believe he was a teacher in morality, always honest.
He taught us to be kind to love our neighbor,
To adopt a morality a good heart and a light to savor.
Never to lie, cheat, or steal from friend or foe,
Never to kill wrongly never to shed blood because God will always know.
Instead we are all accused for the wrong doings of a group,
who wrongly used this religions name and became a tyrannical view.
I cry because i feel like I'm not a human like everyone else,
Because all of us are outcasted down to our breaths,
We love Prophet Muhammad, David, Solomon and The Prophet Jesus,
And our belief is that we are Muslim from the moment we are a fetus.
It's when we grow older and wiser when we have a choice,
But Muslims in today's day and age no longer have their own voice.
Millions of Muslims being slaughtered day by day,
Dropping bombs on our countries plane by plane.
Defenseless without so much of a voice of defense,
And we are called the terrorists what a stupid pretense.
When we are the ones suffering and dying,
How can you call us terrorists?
When we are the ones worrying and crying,
How can you call us terrorists?
When we are the ones who want peace and ease,
How can you call us terrorists?
When we are the ones who want evil to cease,
How can you call us terrorists?
It's okay; my Prophet warned us that this would happen,
That the light would perish and the world would blacken.
We would be hated for believing in this religion,
Believing in a small hope when the youth do signing a petition.
Justice will prevail in the end; Evil will be on it's knees,
We shall all stand together on this planet in harmony and ease.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Thursday, 8 November 2012

A Test

Unaware of my gift to write words in an unspoken rhythm,
In despair of ignorant bliss; escape the prism of solitude's prison.
My words can be my justice my aide in the time of dark,
For someone to see someone to read and even adopt a heart.
Because this is a start; a plan from the stars,
The whispers that instruct us will help us to go far.
This is a world shrouded by the cloak of death,
Spectres of shadows creep silently within our cold breaths.
A world unblessed; screams in every corner our eyes that see red,
Wondering if this is a final stand or if it's all just a test, a feeling unrest.
No words for the feelings I've felt; as we look at the world through another lens.
A life being lived in constant defense.
Fighting off the devils of doubt and the things we resent,
they try to prevent, but tranquility descends, serenity befriends.
If the cold waves of the winds could speak to us,
Secrets would be revealed to us that the sun would not preach to us.
Let this world stay the illusion that we love to chase,
May the destruction one day be something we never face.
May the ending be a fairy tale; happily ever after,
May God prove peoples doubts wrong when they say prayers are never answered.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Rain

Droplets of water that fall upon us from the benevolent sky,
Showering us in wetness and a freezing touch to our malevolent eyes.
This water that comes to us can be beneficial and our death,
So what is rain? Superficial to our breath.
A reward from the cold night or a punishment from the gold sky,
Visions that fade in old sight, drowned in a mercy in a bold plight.
What is this rain that we see day in and day out,
The clouds that hover above us staying and feign out,
Gathering from the earth the things that form it,
And when it's ready to climax it starts to rain down.
A foe to the warmth of summer, friend to the chills of winter,
A diplomat in between the autumn and spring and the silence that lingers.
Some tend to sing in the rain whilst others want to avoid it,
To try and forget what was bringing the pain or stay doomed and the voided.
Light is now a diety in another dimension, another world.
A place where evil does not darken the skies like hell and worse,
I have no words; to describe the worst,
Just a lonesome wish to fly away like the birds.
The madness of solitude will drive us all insane,
Flying to unknown areas as our wings get hit in the rain.
We all dream of a moment that we can live a life so happily,
Together in peace and harmony with friends and family.
But when the rain pours dreams turn to vivid fantasies,
And the reality tells us nothing awaits us but eternal agony.
This is real a life so hard, the cold rain that drowns us to our hearts. Trying to escape cannot be a new start, no where to run no where to go far. We can only trust our secrets to the stars, whom above the rain can hear the cries of our hearts.
From rain comes thunder and lightening,a sound of fear to behold alone is frightening.
Do we ever wonder what will be the cause of the brightening,
an eternal pause of thought when the chaotic duo becomes a sight in sync.
What is rain? What is rain?
Water that reaches us to stop the pain,
Or in reality a doom waiting that will cause us to change.

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Monday, 5 November 2012

My memory

Inspired by @zakiahussnain


When we would breathe the same air on a fine summers day,
Go out to explore and venture the concrete jungle.
A new life could be found was something some would say,
Like the celebrity who would pass on street and humble.
We had the best time as friends; the things we created.
Then you left me right at the end, you can't see the wounds because time has replaced it.
You left me when i needed you at peak; at life's climax,
At a time where i thought I'd never sleep, and i would fall right back.
You were my best friend i couldn't be me without you,
In sync like twins through heart and in sound too.
I remember you every day but you don't deserve to be a memory,
For when you left my heart shattered now there isn't a remedy.
Life is cold; i was always warm knowing you were there,
Because i knew that even if the world was against me you would care.
All i ask is that you earn my memory,
Make me remember you.
Be what you used to be; a sweet melody,
Entering the soul of life; re-enter truth.
The stars speak; like the rhythm of my heart beat,
And you broke everything when you left; the stars scream.
A memory is all that remains lingering in my mind,
The mark that you made slowing down time.
You want to be that memory, all i ask is that you earn that memory,
Make me remember you.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Saturday, 3 November 2012

Ignorance is bliss

Thoughts running across the mind like a footballer on a pitch,
Wondering about the mysteries of life and an eternal bliss.
Emotions stirring in the heart like a teabag in a cup,
Living in a society of criminals, thieves and thugs.
Trying to understand the true definition of the word peace,
And if it was something that really existed and evil to cease.
Looking at the wide blueness of the sky, and the clouds that fly by.
This is the beauty that we see with our eyes, not the fantasy we see in our mind.
The light of the world is not just a faded vision,
The harsh realities can slice right through like a blade incision.
And we face pain and aggro like the rage of a blazing vixen,
Shattered into pieces of emptiness like the remains of a raided prison.
Our strength and will lifts us back up when we fall down,
Never to give up especially when we are called out.
And in my opinion unity should be the law now,
Violence in every city remains a plague and we saw how.
Riots start over issues unresolved; unattended and unanswered,
Ignoring dangers like the fact smoking causes lung cancer.
Dark secrets unraveled, truths discovered and mysteries revealed;
This is our developing life good and evil things need to be resealed.
Live like a raging fire; burn the skies with your flames,
Increase in your fading desires: turn the light into our pain.
Looking for bliss and joy only to find more sorrow,
Living in the memory forgetting that there is always tomorrow.
A chaotic havoc could turn in to a scene so serene,
Close your eyes and just force your mind to dream.
And you will find a fantasy a life so clean and pristine,
No chaos reaching and no creeping fiends.
Let the rainbow appear into your new life,
And forget the past keep your truth nice.
If we listen carefully we can hear the rhythm that the hearts are beating,
And the silence of the night sky as if the stars are breathing.
Let this be our truth;remain anonymous to strife,
Close the door and open another to a new life.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Thursday, 1 November 2012

When it's hard to write...(pen to paper)

Pen to paper my words are at a loss,
Confused and in doubt not knowing what to write.
My mind is going crazy my heart tells it to stop,
But life is too dark there isn't a guiding light.

Is it me and the doubts i face or is there no ink in my pen?
Time slowing down with the clouds to race,
Inspiration is hard to find like an angel sent.
I need to drown myself in the aura of a wonderful place.

Poems are not just simply words created to rhyme,
They are expressions poured out from the depths of hearts.
Now that i release my soul it retraces the time,
Can you feel it like the sound of the breaths of stars?

People find peace in meadows and in songs,
Harmony in watching the night sky when the stars are gone.
Chasing a spirit sowing a support to keep them strong.

Listen closely to the winds as they howl the truth of life,
Watch the clouds pass by as they show us the gentle light.
Now look to your heart and tell yourself what you see,
Can you find an answer to finally realize your dreams?


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Sitting alone in the dark

Sitting alone in the dark; inside a heart broken.
Fear that love will always be far; in time a dark omen.
Tears flow when the stars have spoken, leaving traces of a hard heart token.
We feel like we bleed when our heart is in pain,
When the emotions are in conflict; screaming in the rain.
Sometimes it feels like we cannot breathe like life making a change,
Showing us reality and that our sight is just feign.
So cry out to the heavens that your heart is crying,
Try now to the devil whispering in your soul forever lying.
Telling you that you always be on your own; alone,
A whisper that sends coldness right to the core of your bones.
Sitting in the darkness; stay in that place.
Until your soul is ready again just hide your face.
Sitting in the darkness; tears flowing from your eyes like streams.
Cursing the heartless; for ruining your life and killing your dreams.
Questioning yourself if it was possible for your heart to be fixed and repaired?
The shadow on the wall with fear instilled and despair.
Sitting in the darkness with no hope remaining,
With nothing but a broken heart in the wish that life would replace it.


Monday, 29 October 2012

A life unreal

Dream a blissful harmony like the heavenly aurora with harps playing,
A glow to every sight and in arms reach; as if the stars were straying.
A paradise in thought;a world illusioned with our very desires,
Paralyzed and paused; a duo of words intrusion to the minds fire.
Can we hear the melody of the harps; the angels rhythm,
Is it possible to remedy the hearts; and escape the strangers prism?
Wishing for a life unreal, living in a hell engulfed world.
Pitting the strife with some steel; some self indulged words.
Does the night sky waver in its clouded darkness?
Does the light sky favor in its enshrouded glow?
Do we fail to realize our emotions living with the heartless,
A life uncertain; is this something we will ever know?
Questions avalanche us as we are buried deep in riddles unsolved;
Death constantly looking for our souls; is it really time to go?
Can we find freedom in the whispers of the winds,
Can we find an answer in the morning when a new day begins?
Can we rely on hope the one thing that remains till the end,
Or can we wait till judgement till the darkness doth descend.

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Belief

What is love when hearts are departed?
What is the night sky when the stars are parted?
What is light to the dark hearted?
What is happiness when misery has started?
Questions engulf our minds like the sea on beaches,
Unsolved puzzles like jigsaws with missing pieces.
Trying to figure out life with the rest of our reasons,
Complexity like trying to remember our lives as fetuses.
Darkness and light blended to make a new shade,
Realization dawns upon us as we find that truth fades,
A blue glade, like the samurai that views blades.
The roses that wilt away to grey, the winter that freezes us away to our face.
An untimely death that grasps us leaving not a single trace,
Do we torment our minds questioning what is time and space?
Nights and pain, lights and fame, skies and names; eyes that feign.
A new start a new riddle to these existences that we are living,
A new heart a new drizzle; rain that pours down into the rivers.
Do you feel my words, do you understand my grief?
My worries concerning the world whilst people sigh relief.
Leaders hoarding gems and pearls while we sit here with high belief;
Trusting their deception oh how our blind eyes deceive.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Monday, 22 October 2012

Two Loves

Love can be many things to many people,
A symbol of unity and even a deadly evil.
It can cure hearts or it can simply break hearts,
Bringing lovers together or distancing them apart.
In one world it is a miracle that we feel from within,
A happiness we thought not real; never existing.
A feeling overwhelming, a feeling that makes us,
Like a fire from the ashes the passion constantly blazes.
Love is like a fragrance that lasts for a really long time,
Smells sweet and lingers in the fragile hearts of youth.
Sitting by themselves with thoughts of their lovers in mind,
But is this really love? Is this the truth?
In the next world love is a cruel fantasy,
A dream leading astray from our realities.
Giving our minds pressure destroying our mentalities,
Crushing our fragile hearts so fatally, it's something that's banned to me.
A deadly poison flowing through the veins of the victims,
Projecting insecurities on those around them it still waits to sink in,
When we feel the pain of love we will all stop singing,
And stay in our rooms crying and thinking,
That we were fools to fall in the disease called love,
As if it were a blessing from the clouds above.
Love can be so many things, a poison to the soul,
Or a remedy to the heart.
A regret for when we grow old or a melody of the stars.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Sweet Melody

A quiet melody that i hear in my mind,
indulges it's sweetness in soul and heart.
Listening to it's harmony slows down time,
And in slumber seems like i fly with the stars.
It's magic causes my tears to flow from my eyes,
Refreshing the light giving me a new start.
As i close my eyes paying attention to the sweet melody,
Dreams picture in my mind portraying my deepest wishes.
The darkness no longer haunts me because of this real remedy,
Like the surrenity of the ocean, deep within the swimming fishes.
The rhythm of life is shown to me in ny eternal dream,
My heart wishes that these images do not end.
That the melody should keep playing keeping life clean and pristine.
If happily ever after really exists then only in our sleep,
If the magic of smiles are real the only the soul can see.
A paradise like feeling is always felt when this melody is heard,
Close your eyes and look for it; and fly like a graceful bird.

Sunday, 21 October 2012

Real World

A life so peaceful and quaint; trees swaying with the winds.
The sun shining on us as we wake; the birds chirp as the new day begins.
A harmonious atmosphere as nature is showing us true beauty,
the tranquility of this life seems to flow right through me.
The clear blue skies and the floating clouds that pass,
The bumblebees that fly past as we lay on the grass.
A beautiful life indeed, we are in need, but this is just a dream.
If we really wake up we will see a different picture, a horrible scene.
Violence in every direction; agonizing screams is all we hear.
No peace just darkness, a life we can only live in fear.
People dying, children crying; our leaders lying,
Media brainwashing and twisting the real truth.
Only the intelligent people would know why the planes are flying,
But what would a perfect world really mean to you?
Feel my soul, breathe the air that i am breathing.
Feel my hope, feel the things that i am feeling.
Your life will change and now have a whole new meaning,
The pain that i feel;  internally bleeding.
Grasping on to little hope like the ends of a rope,
Holding on to life scared to fall in the abyss.
Life will never be a bliss, i hope the readers feel my grief as they are reading this.
Maybe you share my view, maybe you see life in another way.
Maybe we both see the truth, we should really see what others say.
Life was a blessing, which mankind threw into darkness;
A world which we live in ruled by those who are heartless.
I just sit here neglecting my thoughts and concentrate on my feelings,
After all its my emotions that give my life any meaning.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Pleading Hope

I want to write whatever it is that's going on in my heart,
But even i can't understand the conflicts of my feelings.
Life is how we perceive it so i decided to make a start,
But what my heart has seen i can't understand the meaning.
It's oblivious to me; like a new language being spoken,
Like a new subject being studied from scratch.
Failing to live my way my mind is now broken,
Trying to understand my heart is just another patch.
My heart isn't made out of glass but it still shatters,
It cracks and breaks like any fragile bone of our body.
Looking at the sky now i think does anything really matter,
I don't live regretfully and i definitely am not sorry.
If happily ever after existed would this world be diverse,
If peace was a potential aspect where would we be?
We all will die; one day someone will be driving my hearse,
And if i never had my heart i would never be me.
Show me the truth, the way you see it.
Show me your visions, give life a new meaning.
Show me what this world can be, if we can free it?
Internally bleeding, Externally breathing,
I had hope but it's now on it's knees eternally pleading.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Friday, 19 October 2012

Night Sky

Sitting by the window staring at the lonely night sky,
Looking to the heavens to show me a bright light,
Looking for peace in the stars and the moon,
Looking for peace above that may descend soon.
But i struggle in my heart to believe that truth,
The violence of the world will never
prove anything true.
As i look to the night sky, wishing for a nice life,
With the hope that i could fly high, and maybe find a physical miracle with my eyes.
Dreams capture us in thoughts we desire,
Our hearts believe these fantasies but they burn like fire,
Chasing an illusion; something we can never touch,
So why do we insist to reach so much?
Looking at the night sky i realize, with my real eyes that we only ever believed in real lies.
We will never reach a point where we could feel nice, it's time to grasp our feared lives.
Sit with me and see what i see in the night sky,
Hope still remains in my heart showing me a bright light.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

From Ashes To A New Flame...

Cold; barren as the plains stay dead,
Dry of all life as the tumbleweed rolls by.
A scorching sun spreading its light on an empty bed,
All but lost but a glimmer of hope remains which holds light.
Take this by its reigns and create a new world,
Refresh the harmony that once existed in life.
Attain from this earth its treasures diamonds and pearls,
Wealth and health, destroy the old strife.
From the ashes make a new flame, from the broken glasses create a new window.
When everything was dead we finally understood true pain,
The meaning of life is nothing but a fused syndrome.
Broken hearts can be mended but broken souls are diminished,
But the light that has descended, life is replenished, gold is infinite.
From the barren lands create a new world a new name,
From the old grey ashes create new flames 


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Dedicated to my biggest Support

To @JillianRJordan

For your amazing support

A model of beauty a model of glamour,
A supporting figure who has always been at my poetic side,
Words do not do justice due to my low level grammer.
With golden flocks of hair, and beautiful heavenly eyes.

A singer to be, a star yet to be found.
A person to know, a person to befriend;
A beautiful figure with a beautiful sound,
Alone i cannot progress; on her do i depend.
And her name will i always defend.

Eyes of gems of paradise, golden hair like a heavenly slide.
A support for when im paralysed, she's given me a second in life.
I am proud to have found her and have her as a friend,
Her support is more valueble than what can be found on this earth.
Behold; the angel that did from heaven transcend,
May she live a golden life with diamonds and pearls

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Realize, Real Lies, Real Eyes

Deep lingering thoughts whilst watching the clouds part away,
Questioning life puzzle as something seems to haunt me so.
Could these doubts one day lead my shattered heart astray,
as my life crumbles death seems to taunt me so.
Eternal contemplation, Infinite Reflection,
With Internal Concentration, An Insolent Rejection.
Time sometimes friend, sometimes an enemy,
Throwing obstacles at me for me to tackle;  testing me.
Ease through life befriending it, peace like the end melody.
Our hearts can find the answer,
But we never look to using it.
We think we can work alone; quicker and faster,
But you neglect it which is why love abuses it.
Pain is felt in the heart not the mind,
Our arrogance to not show it is making us blind.
Intelligence may be a factor but you can never slow down time,
Make a mistake and you shall regret no mercy for the person with real eyes, who found it too late to realize, that the things he's been seeing were real lies.



© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

A beauty beyond

Do we record our thoughts that we think when we wake,
On the summer dawn when the birds twitter; a morning so quaint.
Do we remember what we planned to do the night before,
On a new day where the past is forgotten with no remorse.
Our hearts beat to what we really want in this life,
Seek it for you will live regretting not grasping the light.
A fantasy thought in the day, a magic ever dreamed in the night.
What we see in our heads may one day be what we see in our eyes.
Look up and the read the stars for they speak to us,
In sparkles and silent whispers they preach to us.
Life is a beauty our minds can never understand,
Though our life may be filled with strife; there's a rainbow beyond the thunders plan.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Monday, 15 October 2012

Cold Plight



Violent Screams, Wretched Agony, Confusion surrounding my mind.
Silent dreams, blessed fantasies; conclusions manipulating the light.
No more peace in my life, no more truth to be found in sight.
To move forward a heavy payment of a price, that we sacrifice.
Darkness from every orifice, an illusion enslaving our eyes.
We cannot see what is reality, nor the real heavens in the skies.

This world is the real hell, it captures us in desire.
We chase materialistic objects to no avail but get burnt in the fire.
The silence of death engulfed in the shadows silently singing,
the torment of remorse, the depression of sorrow it is stridently bringing,
the fire with-in, Like sitting in a room where the phone is forever ringing.


To suffer like this is to past the realm as a ghostly figure,
Death, A Spectre of Shadow cloaked in darkness constantly growing bigger.
Passing these worldly paths, roses wilting, covering the picture,
The point of a gun in the hands of someone hesitant to fire the trigger.

Is there no more joy to be sought? Is there nothing to be a seeker of?

We all claim to be proud of our religion but not proud enough to be a preacher of?
Grasp the knowledge of light they say, become something a teacher of,
But my answer is there is nothing left, what are you a dreamer of?

A cold plight smites us all in our hearts, destroys whatever hope remains.
An old flight flies away distancing apart, an envoy to the path it retraced.
We lived our lives chasing riches and fame but we’re still left with naught,
Left in the abyss of our loneliness forever regretting the things that we sought.
 
Let us die with the gates of hell open, our lonely hearts forever broken,
Leaving behind remains of us, our tokens, the speeches that were spoken.
In a world bereft  of light, on lands containing a life forever frozen,
Dead is all once that was golden, a world that we lived was stolen.











© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Friday, 12 October 2012

Imagine a day...

Imagine a day lying in the meadow during a bright summer ,
Surrounded with peace in a heat that would melt us like butter.
Trees shading us with its many leaves they hold on their branches,
Friends taking their chances, creeping up in silent advances,
Your eyes closed as you sleep in deep trances.
Imagine a day as harmonious as a piano without pause,
A day with no battle, no strife in our thoughts,
A world so perfect with no clause or flaws.
Consuming the beauty that the stars have brought,
A life so perfect that we can open every door.
Imagine a day where couples can walk together in the park,
Hand in hand with no worry of danger in the dark,
Side by side love surrounded connected by hearts,
In a relationship that nothing could break apart.
Imagine a life where we all had a new life a new start,
Where we all stood together like an array of stars.
We could be the light of this fantasy,
This life that we live now it doesn't have to be,
The way it is; together we can make a change,
And make a dream life come true, imagine a world with no more pain.
Imagine a world where people weren't separated by fame,
Where people weren't as high as the stars because of their names,
Imagine a world where we are all classed as the same,
Like the same grass everywhere that gets wet in the rain.
I imagine this life everyday, in my mind my thoughts and dreams,
Just thoughts i know but they are still magical scenes.
I wish in my heart that this could become our truth.
A life full of energy and high spirited youth.

© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Thursday, 11 October 2012

My speaking heart

If my heart were to speak the words I'm about to write,
If my heart were to pour the things its felt,
If my heart were to scream the pain it faces every night,
Emotions would be felt everywhere even the sun could melt.
Silence is a coldness that's felt down the back of our spines,
Its also deaths answer to an oncoming misery.
I live my life feeling love for someone whose always on my mind,
Life is a mystery, it haunts me with my history,
Overwhelming me with a fear of a fake victory.
As my tears drop on the papers I shed my feelings upon,
With bloodshot eyes back against the wall I'm leaning on,
Thoughts lingering, flowing like the rivers bleeding,
Define life for me I need to find a meaning.
Then I remember the glow of your eyes,
Suddenly a new light, and the blueness of the skies,
A new air as I take a new flight, rising from nothing to fly.
Your hearts glow keeping me warm from deaths chill,
I thought I was lost but you've strengthened my will.
Like rising from a new life after being killed,
A blank expression like fear instilled.
As i picture you in my mind, your ocean like eyes and silky hair,
Struck in awe grasping my heart as I'm thinking of you it fills me there.
I can hear the stars speak of a new light, a new plight,
Prayers answered no more lonely nights.
The moon brighter than ever as it beholds your beauty,
Am i dreaming will somebody shoot me?
Celebrities make me joyful but not the way you do,
Like my heart was running on a treadmill a good truth,
And my love for you is true too,
This is my life, and I flew too.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Monday, 8 October 2012

You, Me, Us

Look at the silent night sky peaceful and bright,
The feeling I get when I see your nice eyes, easy and light.
Sometimes I wonder could I ever see the heavens,
Beyond the glory, the guiding star of Jerusalem is there a second?
Melodies of the pianos keep my heart at ease,
Drinking tea keeps me relaxed so full of harmony and peace.
But when i look to the sky a million things cross my mind,
The beauty of life, and the adventure of time.
The universe's beauty could be seen in a girls eyes,
I want to feel love and realise what its like to fly.
Would i ever meet someone who would gladly take my heart,
My journey has been terrible its only ever been ripped apart,
Squashed, shattered, broken like a mirror to screeches,
I want to take someone to a point where angels wings reaches,
Do we ever remember what its like to be a foetus,
A forgotten memory, but deep down we can feel it.
Do we ever reason, do we question our breathing,
Is love anything like looking at the lips we are reading,
The emotions we are feeling, what do you feel when you see someone who you thought was leaving.
I want to live a life with someone where i can always be me,
Not trying to live a life i see on TV, or try to live out my dreams, because magic really isnt what it seems, life is really what we see, we're destroyed by our mentalities, one day we really need to face reality and stop living a vivid fantasy.
Maybe there's more to life then feeling love,
Maybe there's more to thinking about the heavens above,
Maybe there's more to believing in this world,
To chase it, we must let go of its treasures and pearls,
These maybe a few jumbled up words,
But they make sense in everybody's world
But I think about everyone else first,
We don't think about death we only remember our birth.
And experiences that we've had that we feel were the worst,
But we must remember we still have a lot to learn.
We know what fire is but we haven't been burnt,
We're standing on the point of no return,
Look in the mirror and see how your heart turns,
Looking at you and how the world can really hurt.
You seek love but you haven't found who you are,
Believe, and start your journey by grasping your heart.


© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet

Sunday, 7 October 2012

Mind Heart Soul And Name

Forever doth the silent cries of the shadow come hither,
  Imbuing us in the eternal darkness of life it does not hinder,
Seeing the fires blaze with ashes and cinders,
Time doth not render, it flows like streams and rivers.
The heavens and its resonating light, and hell with its everlasting fire,
Our choice is of two, an angelic might or the death of an evil sire.
We never ponder upon these choices when we try to live,
We never think about when we might die.
We don't differentiate between good and wrong, deeds or sins,
Its hard to find an answer if you can only look at the sky.
The world is a cursed place; where evil is free to roam,
Killing of innocent people, the youth ignoring their mothers moans,
A changed society, disastrous in every perspective.
The cries of our parents the people we kept respecting.
A bullet shot to our souls and our hearts,
May heal us in our disguise and tear it apart.
Too many people pretend to be people they are not,
They need to be who they truly are and surely they haven't forgot,
I write this with a mind thinking of today's world,
A heart with a wish to discover realities pearls.
A soul seeking peace, tranquillity and harmony,
And my name, a symbol of a star in me.




© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet