TATTOO IN MY EYES (A Poem)

TATTOO IN MY EYES (A Poem)

Circumstance used its knife to engrave timeless features;

In our heart: its pains made up indelible scriptures:

Which shall forever more shape our today and “futures.”

As the eagle soar through the skies, we became distinct creatures;

That may never be discerned without tracing our treasures;

Through the rain, through the pain, we are nurtured by nature.

I inhaled through my lungs beckoning for divine endless will;

To make me smile through our days of blissful windmill;

When we used to run and fall as mum fix our meal.

Life was smooth sailing then, on an innocent downing hill,

But today in our prime time we pray on hurtful bill:

Wandering through this life as if trapped in shark’s gill.

The portrait above has been transfixed as a tattoo in my eyes

Which shall never fade; and never told in colorful lies;

Through it, I am poised to live in destined castle or a shanty with flies.

I glanced at my tattoo with fears for Afghanistan

I glanced at my tattoo with love for my ebony tan;

I glanced at my tattoo with tears for Pakistan.

I shifted my gaze down to glorious Tunis-Arabian premise;

I quivered and dithered wandering through a dreamy promise:

Oh mine or mine when shall Palestine make the world so wise?

With my heartbeat rising, I can see, not far from home, the ocean of blood.

I can see in my tattoo, raging fires; of tribe; of race; of devilish vengeance sold

From Jos-Nigeria, Cote d’Ivoire, to Libya hold forte conscience ran cold.

As the downing comes close, the tattoo becomes bloodier,

I pray to You or Lord to maintain my heart to remain friendlier:

So that in this dark world, dark days: dark hearts, I become Your chandelier.

Revert the tattoo in my eyes into a beauty to behold.

Convert our evil thoughts into pristine priceless gold.

And when the darkness is bought, Oh Lord give us light; make us bold.

Ali Baba Yakubu

10th April 2011

Where is the Rose (A Poem for Peace and Love)

Where is The Rose (A Poem for peace and love)

Where is the rose?

Where is the prose?

Where is the cross?

Where is the dose?

I beckon for love;

I beckon for dove.

I beckon for sanity;

I beckon for civility.

I pray for sincerity;

I pray for tranquility.

Why oh why has humanity got lost;

Why oh why are we obsessed with lust?

When shall we walk along paradise streams?

When shall we burst into blissful screams?

In anguish and wailings, our fate seams doomed;

In temper and hatred, we are never so groomed.

From Karachi down to Kanemi, blood streams are fountains;

From York CIty, down to Yankari, vengeance forms mountains.

I tremble with compassion,

While the children gasp in convulsion.

I stop in my nightie as the wailing goes high;

I wonder in my heart when shall neighbours say hi?

Oh Lord of universal creed, when will You step in?

Oh Lord of all else, cleanse our hate into Your waste bin.

Cleanse our tears;

Douse our fears.

Make us rise above ourselves;

Give us rice to mask our shelves.

Convert our tears into joyful screams;

Convert us oh Lord, into Your building beams.

Take my hand; make me write above my brains;

Shower our thirst, Oh Dear Lord, with Your heavenly rains.

Ali Baba Yakubu

10th November 2011

WE HAVE TO GATHER EVERY PETAL (A Poem)

I listened to the wailing children and women so old;
When the bombs explode and spines run cold.
I listened to the anguish of the bereaved now sold.
I shed tears in anger and fondness praying to be bold.

I walked to the alter of Allah trembling as a mortal;
I knew somehow, we have to gather every petal.
I knew somehow our deen is immortal.
I knew somehow our hearts are not metal.

When shall we see the beauty of our deen?
When shall we keep our hearts so pure and clean?
When shall we soar to heights above human shin?
When shall we rise above earthly devilish sin?

From the hot winds of Afghanistan;
To the dry winds of troubled Pakistan;
Up to the lonesome souls of Uzbekistan;
Comes forth the need to keep our skin tan.

It is time to go back to Allah's ray;
And so we have to gather every petal today.
Hence, we have to keep the devilish hate at bay.
Oh Brother, take my hand as we dance through "Sunnah" sway.

La'ila Ha Illah Muhammadu Rasulullah!!!!

Dedicated to my Pakistani Pals:
Especially Mian Kamran: who wanted me to write a poem
with a phrase:"We Have To Gather Every Petal."

Ali Baba Yakubu
2 March 2011

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If you want to be successful in life.... fulfill the dreams of others
If you want to be loved endlessly... love others selflessly
If you want to be powerful... be caring to your followers
If you want to douse your fears....focus on your mission
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If you want to go miles in life... always smile
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Those who hate sink; while those who love soar
Those who hoard lark; while those who give get
Those who gossip bleed; while those who read lead
Those who ride cry; while those who walk fly
Those who disbelieve die; while those who believe live
Those who destroy wail: while those who build sail
Those who steal degenerate; while those who sow generate
Choose....

LIFE IS A SMILE (A POEM)

Life is a smile
That takes us through its mile
And heart ache on our journey to the Nile
In eternal bliss and heavenly line.

Life is most times surreal
With beauty and laughter; so real
With tenderness for heart to feel
With loved ones on a roller coaster deal.

But life can shower endless pain
When we wonder where is death's gain
When we wail in anguish rolling on a plain
When days becomes cloudy as if on a rocking plane.

Life can be like children at play
When they run under God's ray
When HE gives them his HIS heavenly hay
As they fall and rise up far from sick bay.

As i looked into your tender eyes
I can't help but pray for you God 's ice
To mellow the hurt in your heart: over human lies
I also wish that you soar; to become reality wise.

The Picture of My Heart (A Poem)

If i should paint the picture of my heart,
I will choose red, and yellow; to show am hurt,
I will depict tears and anguish; for all the hate,
I will depict fears and hopelessness for heaven's gate.


I will paint a big question mark: gnawing for answers,
I will paint a sign post invoking Almighty's powers,
To stop these senseless bloodletting showers,
To stop the madness and devilish prowess.


When shall we have peace in Plateau?
When shall we have a national chateau?
Where compassion dwells with love,
Where lives heavenly peaceful dove.


Rest in peace past and present Plateau victims.
Rest in peace Bako Haram's Tom-Ibrahims.
Rest in peace decency, love and peace.
Rest in peace leadership and eternal bliss.


Ali Baba Yakubu
26th December 201