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Embrace

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Embrace

Gazed deep into your misery:

Something white, cold,

shining, longing to be

clear(er)…longing

to be free.

It was never black, your dark;

Never the black of death despair,

Never too blinding, never,

as I see.

 

Crumbling you, held in me:

My abyss, a whirlpool cradle

carried your absence

more wearily, than

the presence of your trials,

the salt of your tears.

 

I couldn’t see, what was to be.

 

Never too strange to appear

strangers, to the ever-speculating

eye: in unison of mad hearts;

in a flight of minds, minds

wearing out in chains

of amplified awareness.

 

I can be you one day.

I’m in the becoming

of your evolution; never meant

to leave you alone with

your demons: now my demons too;

forces raised from graves

l locked eons ago; presuming

I, the warrior, the mother,

had lulled them into forever slumber.

But, they dug tunnels to you,

to manifest yet again, to me.

 

In this chapter though, there is no fright.

 

Embrace you and our demons, till

they all turn human, till their venom

loses potency, in the womb

of this Reverend Mother.

 

 

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Nazm 28-08-2016

(Roman Urdu):

CHORUS:

‘Chalo phir, khud ko yunn tanha kiyay detay hain:

Ke apni hasrat’on ko hum fan’aa kiyay detay hain.’

Anarkali! Apnay haathon se kharaa ker hujra,

Ke qaid-e-ishq se aashiq’on ko rihaa kiyay detay hain.

(Chorus)

Jis khalwat mein khud ko patay hain, khud ko khonay ke baad:

Uss hasee’n khalwat mein reh ker alvidah kiyay detay hain.

(Chorus)

Tamasha hai gar’ puri hayat, intizar-e-marg mein,

Khoj-e-tamashai ki nazr, khud ko gawah kiyay detay hain.

(Chorus)

Khwahish-mand’ thay hum bhi kabhi shayad uss shauq ke,

Jis shauq-e-zindagi ke hijar se ab nibah kiyay detay hain.

(Chorus)

Written: 21-08-2016.

Supernova

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Supernova
I, alone as an exploding Supernova,
break into space as
a silent death,
an emerging new light.
You see me from
millions of light years afar,
and I am as bright
as the brightest shining star.
And, nobody but the Creator,
the master of all masters,
is here to share this feeling
in this alone space, with me.
I am light now, basking
in the light of this lightness!

Vision(s)

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An endless expanse, gleaming sands

stretch out, as Infinity

in the desert of my heart.

 

There is no time,

no time to be lost.

There is no time,

no time to be gained;

in the name of all things

worthy of winning…

Won only, to be yet,

lost again

in the winds of Time,

in the unsettling grain;

in more timeless spaces,

deserts of

undying hearts.

 

Today, once more

I wish to be alone.

Today, once more

I long for the silence

in the corners of my mind,

as an untamed river,

to exude:

to exude in the interplay

of Light, her darker

shades.

I long for the silence

to paint in a

Nothing Black,

the sobbings of this soul.

Stars as Atoms

 

As one who has touched

the face of Death,

As one who has drunk

from the cup,

sweet venom, of Life.

As one seeking

reflection

in the mirror, of all Divine;

the ship has long since

drowned,

in waiting, to drown.

 

Now I am free,

free as a sun-ray, from

a sunlit sky,

free to float

in the ocean of

Love.

 

 

Missed Call

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Missed, in the innocent hope of a return;
In the abyss of regret,
I burn;
We hence begin to learn
The unvalued worth
of love, of human life.

II
This Earth shall
never see your gentle face
again:
Smiling and laughing
despite your pain…

For a poet borrows birth
in misery’s depth.
A poet dies
of the suffering of
others,
A poet dies
in the knowing of
his life’s bitter-sweet
Love
for shadowed departure.

Seeking Madness…!

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I want the madness within me, whoever that is, to exude, and to exude itself with full force.  I crave for a madness that bares me naked to the world, in this world where the competition lies in the lies to hide the human reality. I want the freedom not to choose what is expected of me, for the sake of a man-made life, to be chosen. I want the choice of love, a dream of the material death, life of the soul. I want not to be a king to the people, nor to be the people to a king, except in a kingdom where the king is a purity being the only truth I know of.

Tell me not, that what I desire for is the unattainable, for that would make you an absolute liar, in the eyes of what you might label as absolute madness; if you tell me though, that I’m losing my mind, I shall understand what you imply by the word ‘mad’ and why so, but I won’t agree with your definition. There IS no definite anyway, other than the ultimate truth of purity. The sooner all of us admit to this reality, the better it is for the journey towards the nothingness that awaits us, inside of us.

I believe in the unseen and know of the unknown; yet what is known to me is nothing, and I’m content with that. I also know that if I fail to accept the world, I might be rejected by her as well, but that has ceased to scare me anymore; for the world prefers to believe in the visible, and thus it does not know the charm that lays concealed in the ‘not knowing’, the mystery of the invisible.

I HAVE been on the other side, on the darker side of death. Death is the gap between the spark that ignites and then burns fiercely, each day, to seek the truth, and the knowing of the fact that the sought for is in close proximity of the seeker. And as this space goes unnoticed with time, it expands so much as to reach the extreme opposite of the truth, and shedding life along the way, itself turns into THAT very death one day. I was somewhere close to that point of no return, and then a miracle happened, and I became a believer, both of miracles and of the miracle-maker.

This was not a scientific coincidence, like the apple pulled down by gravity and bouncing off the tip of Isaac Newton’s skull. This was not like the giant leap for mankind by the first step set on Moon’s surface. This was not like developing in the security of my mother’s womb and finally making it to the jungle outside. This was not like any chemical or even herbal drug that any person has ever experienced or ever will: This was a lot, lot more than all of these combined and many more of what I had been mistaking for (a desired) life. This was coming back to life itself, by watching only a glowing particle of the tip of the iceberg after having driven a ship into the middle of destruction and having assumed death of the self for what had seemed like centuries. This was strange, weird, dramatic, beautiful and many more words which have not even been invented yet by man, and probably never will either!

Written on: 25-06-2012

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Struggling to conceive a non-visual  God

In the nucleus of an eye, clouded, stained;

Battling to lie to the trauma of Life,

She makes love to a barely surviving

Fantasy of Death.

 

Pull out the plug now:

Let me breathe in another sphere,

Even if the breath be yet another sigh:

I insist, pull out the plug now!

 

My heart, over-fried in the oil of your affection,

Lit ablaze by an insatiable quest,

Feels such a mess!

I wonder, how and why it beats!

 

You know well, to teach a wanderer to stray.

What must belong nowhere, ought be on their way.