Sign Language

A baby is born
Held lovingly by his mother
His parents share the joy,
Of their precious arrival

The little boy grows,
And plays boyish games,
While his mom cooks
She smiles sweetly at him,
She calls him
But the playing continues.
His dad comes home
And he calls, calls, calls…
The realisation
Something is not right,
Means a trip to the audiologist

The test begins with earphones,
And checking sound levels,
The little boy could hear only a few sounds,
The audiologist confirmed
And met with the parents to say
“He is deaf,”
The parents feel the loss,
But determined to remain positive,

The little boy grows up,
And his parents take him to a hearing school,
There he sits at the desk in front of the hearing children and the teacher,
The teacher speaks about the work,
And the boy tries his best
He looks at the hearing pupils,
As they speak to one another
He tries to follow their conversation,
During social time
He wanders in the hearing community,
Trying desperately to understand the words,
It’s a struggle
And it feels so hard,
But the boy never gives up,

As he grows to become a teenager
His teacher watches him and understands his feelings,
She calls a meeting with his parents,
And the parents accept he must go to a school for the deaf,

So he goes to the school for the Deaf,
He sits at the desk in front of the Deaf pupils and teacher,
The teacher signs “Good morning everyone,”
The boy suddenly feels something special,
He looks at the Deaf pupils,
They chat in sign language to each other,
He tries to follow the conversation,
During social time
He wanders in the Deaf community,
He understands a lot,
There is no struggle,
The boy becomes happier,
Sign Language is in his heart,

As time passes
He completes his matric,
And after some time
He completes his university degree,

As time passes
The boy becomes a man.
And he looks at the two worlds,
In the Deaf world
He enjoys spending time with the Deaf Community,
Who understands sign language?
Sign Language is always precious in his heart.
In the hearing world
He enjoys spending time with family, friends, colleagues and others,
And tries to follow the Oral conversations,
But Sign Language is always precious in his heart.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Think about it thought my mind

The most powerful man, oh, wait, wait,
He will fetch me with his body,
What the powerful man, I can devise myself
But the Earth lengthen my prolonged life
Oh, such a fantasy, such a long-thinking-wish

You tell me how to live a long life,
At the same time, saving the world we rent for free,
But the man who set up the system to rent for luxury,
What would you think about the Earth? If she, one day,
Dare to show her hand, I want my money, pay me up now.

The most powerful man, oh, what you would think,
He will tell himself, I who set up the system for renting,
Now she, the Earth, finally dares, I demand your rents,
Die or pay me, tornado or money, which one?
My ultimate elements, or money to fill my satisfaction

Which one? faith, hard, well, man, think now what saves us
The Earth gives us lots of time, plenty, plenty, but we must sing,
The grace may well say, quoted by Shakespeare, the grace may well say
I have heard you, so put down your weapon, or she, the Earth’s weapon,
Or do you still face her and say to her face, your sphere is mine?

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Life lesson

The Miracle Creator is in my heart,
But I told Him, how can I save the Earth?
I was not a great man to change her discourse,
But He implants the words in my thoughts,
The wisdom to the path of the tree roots,
The little voice shouts, we, together, can do it.
Who says the impossible? If your spirit is with our Lord,
The Miracle Creator we shall not say impossible,
We shall say possible, oh, look at many inventors,
They made the possible from the impossible,
So have more faith in oneself than the little faith.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Out of control

Dialogue style

You are quiet.
What if I say you are noisy.
You are rude.
I also think that you are rude.
What?
What?
Well, man, why don’t you shut your mouth?
Wow, you are so out of control.
Why do you think I am out of control?
Leave it.
What do you think I am out of control?
You told me to shut my mouth.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

CONTROL MIND

I see a powerful healer in mind,
They smile, and they are truthful to everything else,
But the mind shall not be my colonisation,
I shall be the one to colonise my mind.

Time to remember everything is 10 percent,
And the rest of 90 percent is me, my reaction.
Thee remember that is true, aye, 90 percent,
The mind shall not be my colonisation.

The powerful healer is smiling, and they are truthful to everything else,
I shall be the one to colonise my mind,
Aye, time to remember everything is 10 percent,
And the rest of 90 percent is me, my reaction.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The Wind Of Feeling

My heart walks into a feeling,
Just as true as the Lord please,
And to an angel,
He stands below the Miracle.

More than one angel themselves
Have no doubt what He does.
It’s the fire in my heart,
And the stubborn of my light,
That inspires in my blood,
And the faith in my body –
My mind is Deaf not Hearing
So that’s how my heart feels.

Inspired by Maya Angelou (Phenomenal Woman)
Written by Ismael Mansoor

To that strange land…

The Journey welcome me to the strange land,
Where there is full of hope, heaven thoughtful,
That you find me so strange to say something,
Like the eternal Light, the Miracle

I find my thought how strange is that something,
Such as polices, hospitals, are no more,
Because of everyone, everybody,
Are full of self-healing, full of self-peace,
Where there is no more of crime, no more sick
How strange that land with full of the miracle,
That there is no more sin – no more sin-cursed,
Because the understanding is there

I find that there’s no more pride and ego,
Because the understanding is there,
That I see that the world is full of calm,
Due to the peace who win over that land

I find my thought how strange is that something,
Such as killings are no more of that blood,
Because of everyone, everybody,
Are full of self-kindness, full of self-love,
Where there is no more of eating blood food
How strange that land with full of the miracle,
That eat only fruits and vegetables,
Because the understanding is there

I find that there’s more of Angels and Light,
Because of the Miracle Creator.
Is there to sit on the throne of that land?
Due to my abstract thought for that strange land

©️ Ismael Mansoor

ALL IS WELL IN THE AIR

The imagination planes on the view,
Bee is in it, and Windy looks at him,
She said I carry your wings whatever you need,
Because my spirit is always with you.

The imagination planes on the world,
Bee flies all around it, and Windy quickly grabs him,
She said, forgive me that I blow you,
So hard that drains your wings’ energy.
Bee smiles, and he fuzzies, with honey,
He said to her, I can turn the world into a garden,
Don’t you think so? Let my joy and share.
All is well, the imagination cherishes.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Like words paint the scripture

Power, strength, hope
Like the brain is power,
Like muscle strength,
And like the heart is hope,
Oh yeah, my thoughts.

Power, the brain is tooling,
Strength, the muscle is moving,
And hope, the heart is pumping,
They are power, strength, and hope,
Oh yeah, my thoughts.

My thoughts, power, strength, hope
Like other thoughts, empower, sharing, and love
Even other thoughts, light, warm, and miracle
These thoughts are various, yet hope, strength, power
Oh yeah, my thoughts like words paint the scripture.

©️ Ismael Mansoor