Ai

Another year went past,
A year older though not as wise as he expected to be,
He had some plans and visions,
They turned out nothing as to how he envisioned,
However,
In some cases, he had felt progress,
He had been blessed,
Gained some wisdom,
People should stop comparing,
Sometimes the cold can be too taxing,
Sometimes the shivers can be a source of company,
Time flashes past,
Not waiting, not halting, it presents itself and disappears,
Our skin becomes more and more crumpled,
So many pain and all kind of sickness,
Sickness of the limbs and of the diseased heart,
The journey must come to a stop,
Lo! What kind of end do we sought?
The battle fought flailing,
He stands barely in need of ailing,
Surely this whole thing is conniving,
Sometimes only pain seems convincing,
Though the light is always shimmering,
Let’s reach out and never stop hoping,
For our essence is love,
In the end,
We are all souls,
Created by love,
In the spirit of love,
Our end will be of eternal peace and of love.










Streams, Dreams & Attaining Peace

Wars, tyranny, cigarette smokers and mutiny,
Here I am in the black hole of destiny,
Here I am wondering—on the life I am living,
Why this feeling?
A fleeting,
Smooth sailing into a state of wailing,
Eyes straining from the hearts heavy heaving’s,
Consequences of my misdeeds and misgivings?
All transgressing and churning, the stomach groaning,
I see some embracing, smiling and rejoicing,
I see some with sad eyes, hunger stricken and suffering,
Which one is more appealing?
Though, when I think of those who only knew a life of suffering,
How can I not be pleased and grateful about my life?
However discouraging it may seem,
Though, it still makes me strain when I see tyrants over powering and reigning,
The world subjugated by unfair ruling,
However time is fleeing, I have lived for so many years,
Yet it feels like I have only lived in glimpses,
May the suffering of the world, finish in instances,
As for me sometimes I drown into distractions,
Temporary and meaningless diversion,
In the end it is always comes back to commotions,
May flowers blossom,
May the earth be filled with joyful eyes,
A world with no oppression,
No sadness and depression,
Mother and child in contentment,
No worries and hefty burdens,
They call me a fool for affiliating the world to the heavens.
Though is it not more of a pleasant depiction?










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Stranded, he dwells, his eyes swell, feeling malnourished and unwell,
A world of thorns dictated by a group of psychopaths,
Envisioned by cruel and adulterous people,
His burden, burns, he laments and earns,
A test at life, a life of test, a test of tests,
A testament of detest, addressed and despised,
A statement of resentment,
A frail hand, a risky track, turmoil path,  
Affinity to the self, sympathy to the self,
The light beckons, while the restrained motions subtle,
A hand beckons, addressing his emergence,
While the other holds his hands and deviates his advent,
The struggle—even when he sleeps, commence,
Feels forsaken, he knows he is mistaken,
A soul devoid of depth, he failed to feel,
Dimensions upon dimensions,
Stoic, mystic, spirituality, sanctity,
Help! Perhaps it was a mistake?
Did I dwell within too deep?
No matter.
Rise!
Regardless of the pain, the stain, the ingresses of disdain,
Regardless of anything,
Rise and fly without any imperfection,
For the soul is attracted to purity and sincerity,
Truth and love and beauty,
For love is the guide,
Love the compass,

Love, the direction.

|||Lady in Red|||

Digressed, erased,
Pressed, raced,
Depressed, stressed, dressed, regressed,
Caress his heart, stirred his crest, and mesmerized his eyes,
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Unrest, lest, let’s pretend it’s a small test,
Detest, feast and back to your nest,
Cheated, embarrassed,
Betrayed and grassed…
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Hate,
Fate, whatever be, Lo! have faith,
We pay for each act,
Alas, relax, when it’s due, you get back what you’ve wrecked,
Relax; take it easy and rest, soon you’ll see the fruits of your act.
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Remember, evoke, retain your heart,
Evil, cruel, hurtful deeds brings fear to the heart,
You conspire; fear transpires, you know it deep in your heart,
You perspire, struggle and nervousness is instilled in the depths of the heart,
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No matter, alas! No matter,
It’s okay, it doesn’t matter,
Who cares what I mutter,

In the end I was sincere and that is all that matter.

|Luminate!|

Illuminate! He shrieked to his soul,
Hoping the brightness that emanates of the light would vanquish ignorance,
Give birth to wisdom,
Fulfill all kind of attainments,
Smiles and contentment!
Saying good riddance to melancholy and despondence,
Instead his soul quivered and it frowned!
It is not that easy, it scorned!
Suffer and drown in sorrow you poor scum!
Wickedness of the world glaring with hypocrisy and duplicity,
Tearing apart whatever that is left of humanity,
Turning mankind into beings who think they’re self-sufficient,
Weak beings thinking they know why they were born,
Thinking their intelligence could lead to something profound,
All they end up guarding are their mighty pride and arrogance,
Oh selfish beings, will you not then think?
Your intelligence and senses are malevolent, useless and exceedingly inadequate,
Can you not at least tell that your senses are vastly restricted and incomplete?
That you’re more stupid than a noble intellectual?
The man cried for an ointment,
 Some kind of anointment…
Stupid problems tearing off skins and his limbs,
For he is  miskin and they don’t respect miskins,
Why the mistreatment?
Can’t man be less superficial?
The society,
The ones who plotted the bloody community,
The puppeteers,
The ones who perpetrated this atrocity,
This judging, stereotyping city,
Sacrilegious aristocracy,
Lost is humanity,
All within us lays stupidity.
Illuminate! He shrieks to console,
The hole in his soul,
Though they haughtily sold their souls
All entranced in obliging their superficial goals,
Illuminate, he breathes to his soul,
The evil of society he was born into ever so pompous and entrapping,
The future of the souls encapsulating,
Illuminate! he shrieks to his soul,
In hope that it will elevate his whole,
Before he too sells off whatever that is left of his soul,
Illuminate, he whispers to his soul…
Illuminate, he cries to his whimpered soul,
Illuminate…






A Shitty Day

Sub topic: 3rd World ‘Mentality’ Problems

  
I have to be honest; I was inspired to write this whilst visiting the washroom and this ‘inspiration’ I’ve experienced was strong enough to trigger me into write this piece almost immediately; let me begin.

In my years of working I have/had to frequent or work in numerous corporate offices/ suites. Needless of any explanation, the very air, the architectural designs of the buildings, the security systems etc etc were to say the least, classy. Today, nevertheless, we will focus more on the ‘gents’.
Despite the elegant and posh appearance these buildings display; together with the air of ‘executivity’ portrayed by proud execs walking in possibly designers clothes— all these buildings have one thing in common; Shitty/stinky toilets. Now how can that be? You might ask and yes it would be impossible for suites to have failed/dysfunctional lavatories right? Well I meant it literally, I am trying to draw your attention to the numerous shit and the shit stains left behind by people who uses the toilet. There I said it. The elephant is out in the room and glaring with promiscuity.

Whyy?!?! Is the most common thing I question myself when I see excrete or shit stains left in the freaking toilet!  You know, I always try to enter toilet booths with a certain amount of positivity and almost always due to my hopes for a clean toilet, I feel my positivity going awry, gradually fading away. From being a person who views the glass as half full I have turned into someone who views the glass as full off excrete. Nowadays all I fantasize about is on shoving these culprits’ faces into the shit/shit stain and stink they have so nonchalantly left behind. You know, let them be seen as the shit stain that they are.

 Apparently they’re too good to clean up after their own; they need others to do it for them. There is no integrity or empathy in these people.

Think about it, if you’re that disgusted with your own excrete, did you have the slightest bit of thoughtfulness one needs to reflect on how others would be even more disgusted and revolted than you are?? Obviously not! You shallow, dirty from the inside…person!

Yes, there are always cleaners around, cleaning and mopping the washroom every couple of hours or even every hour or just there on standby just in case some corporate looking, designer clothes wearing douchebag leaves some stain behind. These cleaners, are they not human too? Do you think they like to smell and look at defecates?  Have you ever thought about it in this light? That they’re already living a difficult life, why not make their life just a little easier by practicing basic hygiene and cleaning up after our own shit?

I am once again really-really disgusted with humanity and its sheer shallowness. These outbursts, normally lead me to sort of, ‘do something about it’ years back, I was so angered by people littering and throwing things out of their cars, I created a group in facebook called, ‘Stop Littering’ some months after that another incident led to another outburst that also ended up with me creating a different fb group. Not to worry, I don’t think I would create a group that calls people to take care of their shit.

Anyways, we are lacking in basic values, things that you don’t need to be told to do, things that are common sense. Our principles, consciences, morality all have no standing against the standing of having the most money. Humanity has depleted into this money crazed beings that nothing else matters anymore. As long as you have money, you are viewed as a clean and a noble person.
People need to be educated on having empathy. Selfishness might seem best for you, but it isn’t. It never is.

Lastly, I would like to blame this education system for failing miserably in instilling basic values and for failing in nurturing kids who are now parents—who are continuing the failing tradition greatly by failing in parenting…starting from an education system that teaches one to be a selfish, narcissistic individual who’s only goal is to get good grades which when translated into adulthood, programs one to be selfish and shallow individuals programmed by TV programs and whose only goal is to get more money.


One of the many consequences of the failed system is the emergence of individuals who are unhygienic and people who don’t care much for the stains they leave behind and on how it might affect others. 

#everyone shits # First world salary third world mentality #shitty day

Stand Guard - Vanguard

Singularity, conformity, anonymity, tragedy, mystery, bread, wholemeal bread, dread, wide spread, jam spread, scared…regret, dared, scarred, marred, marked. He was dark so they laughed, target, they bragged and he was dragged—read, he read, he tread, they thread, apparently he was a threat, they didn’t like his trait, they spat, berate; he stared at his fate, great, he was late, against the state, the society observing its’ slate, he was preyed, he stayed still in a confused state, finally came to his senses, he prayed.

Ah! I am tired of ignorance that converts into arrogance, what is it with this cocksuredness? This look you portray filled with mockingness, surely it is a weakness; yet you think it is some sort of blessedness? Surely you have failed to dwell into the emptiness, which is hidden in the depths of your chest, enveloped by darkness, though all it takes is a hint of brightness, so why not work on righteousness?

Checkmate! Bring me the cheque mate, let’s check the date, it’s not too late, still don’t procrastinate, come with deeds, good deeds continuous like water falling down like beads, don’t put too much on stake…people, they forsake, you do things for a good sake, for God’s sake, good on you mate, may you be blessed before you fall dead.
    

It Doesn't Work That Way

Lies and deceits have superseded, it has succeeded in being prevalent and ever since it has grown rampant and from the looks of it, it appears as if it cannot be impeded.  It seems too potent, too dominant.

But for the normal working man, the enslaved man, the poor family man, it seems like it has taken its toll, just like it was foretold, what can he uphold? He worries and cries, but to what goal?

Poor tormented soul, his soul was sold the very moment he was introduced to this black hole of a world. Now grown up, these are his troubled companions, a repetitive visitor, his everyday thoughts, his worries—now let’s give it some thought and perhaps this could be something to reflect on:  the many overly priced tolls, petrol, car prices, house prices, road tax, income tax, insurance, accidents, traffic jams, introducing GST, bank loans, bank interests, bills, bills, bills, crazy drivers, restaurants, food prices, groceries, meat, to eat, to feed, to nurture and lead.

All of these deeds, stems from greed, the devils seed has flourished; it sucks the souls of men and empty their dreams, turning them into farm animals akin to sheep’s. A brainwashed society, a shallow and superficial community; filled with disgruntled selfish people wandering aimlessly, meekly, sheeply, wondering on the source to their misery …what a vicious cycle. What can you expect from a third world country? How about some humanity? Put a stop to capitalism, cronyism and just evil misdeeds?

When will we start to understand, that life is not about accumulating wealth by oppressing and wronging others? It doesn’t work that way, son. Happiness doesn’t work that way.







Pandemonium Inside

The issue arises, when someone misuses, misuses the trust and creates distrust, causing sincerity to rust. So please stop playing with trust or else, eventually all you are doing is paving a lifelong journey of scars.

Today I saw death, it laid in front of me, I didn’t want to look at it but I couldn’t help it, in fear I took a few short glances at it. Here I am thinking of the future and working for it but right in front of me death was looking at me. I tried to brush the thought of away. What else can you do? Entertaining the thought just makes one more flustered. Therefore I decided to close my eyes. In a matter of seconds I was engulfed by some petty and superficial thoughts.

The best advise. I repeat, the best advise one has given me on our dearest and loveable opposite sex is that, well this was his exact words, “You have to try to understand them. It's not easy because they don't even understand themselves.” At first I laughed at it, these days I get grim thinking about it.

I shouldn’t prolong, because when I do then you will obviously think it’s too long, so relax it won’t be too long, you think you're strong, well I too shall not be high-strung for long, in hope there will no more forlorn and when it is done...well...and now I shall be gone~




Douche Gabbana

I just wanted to post something. So let’s see…I just had a heavy lunch for lunch. It was awesome, someone paid for it obviously. My chest hurts for some reason; causing a slight/minor irritation upon inhaling.
Someone also gave me a watch as a present. I was asking him the time and he gave me the watch. It is easily the most expensive present I have received, oh wait I spoke too soon, on second thought it wasn't. I should probably try and ask someone on how many bedrooms are there in their house, who knows?

Tomorrow I have to help someone, it’s not like I don’t want to but I am lazy. However, I think I will anyway. Although it will be for the whole day and although I have to skip work and travel across states. 

These days I keep getting calls to attend interviews, these days I have to sacrifice my leaves to attend interviews. It’s a process albeit something we have to go through I suppose. On a brighter note, I think I most probably have been successful in one of them, one that I had interest in, and one with prospect. Though seeing that it isn't official yet, it worries me. I am feeling slightly paranoid-ish. Although it’s too soon to state, but attending interviews eventually pays off?

I wanted to wish people, “Selamat Hari Raya” but Hari Raya has gone. I’d like to say I was being occupied by some progressive stuff. As usual I keep finding new ways to waste my time. Don’t worry; none are as interesting as you might think. After all I am comfortable with myself. I might not be a fan of myself but being alone has its perks.

I keep buying fishes, small ones, big ones, cheap ones, slightly more expensive ones. They all have one thing in common. They all die within a few weeks, some after a few days. I have started to take notice that…after all that I might not be the best person to rear fishes. Therefore last weekend I went and brought home some lobsters. They seem to be doing fine, for now.

I hate it that I am ageing though I also hate it when people think that I am still in my teens. Yea, I hate this, I hate that bla bla bla black sheep.

So, it got me thinking, my new job if I were to gain employment with them. It would be a complete change of lifestyle. I know it will change me. My concern is how it will change me. Though of course I hope to change for the better and become a wiser & cooler person than I already am, right? That’s what I thought.
So here is to hoping for the best.  I hate to change into a douche bag. I hate douche bags, I would hate it even more to end up as one. Oh I hope I didn’t jinx anything.

Finally to put an end to my precious ramblings, the world is changing, at a rate that cannot really be rated? The earth is getting more and more irate? That was me trying to sound cool by trying to make things rhyme. Well the world is irrational, that was me trying to do that again. The world is unreadable? One moment you think it’s going to end soon, the next you think you’re going to live on forever. I don’t know, for a start let’s just hope we don’t/are not douche bags. Seeing that almost everyone are selfish douche bags these days. REFRAIN FROM BEING A DOUCHE BAG!!! Being nice makes one happier.





Tests

Currency,
Proving more and more of a sovereign,
Appeases and pleases,
Or so it may seem,
That could be what we deem,
Seeing that we are merely beings,
Programmed by TV screens,
Money,
An enabler, a motivator, a connector…
The divider, between the wealthy and the poor,
Ah money! You elevate and you slump,
You lump them in the slum,
You label and you crumb,
Of opportunities and of circumstances,
Money decides whether one becomes smart and intelligent or dumb and illiterate, 
Would Socrates be Socrates if he was of the slaves?
Would he, if he was from a different social grade?
Though how are we to blame?
We were brought up in a society that manipulates the brain,
Billions of lives have become slaves,
Petty men weighing the gold on their plates,
A culture that discriminates,
Injustice and intolerance,
A test for the vagrant,
The weak and insignificant,
The cage, we were put in,
Stop looking at a distance,
Search within,
 May we earn and gain wisdom,
There is no escapism,
One has to face the system,
Despite the disdains and the condescension’s,
The wise man, holds his own,
Disregarding the society,
Who has forgotten,
That we are fellow humans,
He lives in solitude,
creates an imaginary island,
Nonetheless, let this not be forgotten,
This world is a test,
No matter how much I detest,
It attests to test,
Life,
What a splendid test!






Nur

What is life but circumstances?
Followed by consequences,
Of what you have done in such circumstances,
Though at times it remains dark in dreadfulness,
We might not always make the right choices,
And although at times we repeat the same mistakes,
Keep in mind, we are merely human,
Always weak and vulnerable,
So let’s live life despite the circumstances,
Focus on the good and remain in truth,
Being sincere and earnest to each other,
Surely one day our effort will come into flower,
We will shine and transcend and go beyond the spheres,
Our faces shining and smiling brightly,
Enveloped by an awe-inspiring silhouetting radiance.





Sight

Remember, we are souls…(that much is agreeable?)
 That we are souls i.e. spiritual beings,
 Unseen like the wind but felt like the breeze;
Unseen like the thoughts but visible through the act of thinking,
A spirit cannot attain happiness or peace by material means.
They are of separate entities or of different dimensions.
An unseen soul achieves attainment through spirituality.
Whereas a physical body gets satiated by the physical food he eats.
This soul is weary,
Of shallowness and human debauchery,
Though for your sake, knock on your insights,
 Sincerely I hope you have insight,
Hopefully you awaken insight,

For it is totally necessary to regain our sight.
I pretty much like this beautiful hadith, therefore I thought, let this be a sort of a forewarning to myself that whenever the desire to lie arises I would completely shut it off and speak the truth instead. Well we can only aspire and do so much. Though, we have to start somewhere..

The Prophet (Allah bless him and give him peace) said, “Honesty certainly leads to goodness, and goodness leads to paradise. Truly, a man keeps speaking the truth until he is inscribed as being true through and through. And lying leads to going wrong, and going wrong leads to hell. Truly, a man lies and lies until he is inscribed as being a liar through and through” (Muslim, 4.2012–13: 2607. S).

Egocentricity

I am feeling somewhat queasy; dizzy which is making me feel uneasy. Sure vertigo sounds cool… until you have it. Then it’s just a matter of constantly dealing with being nauseous and grogginess. I am just pushing myself to write something so I can post it.

 I’ve never been a very healthy eater. Perhaps I should consider the act of eating healthier more seriously. I should start by rejecting soft drinks. There’s always some kind of feast or free food being offered/presented and I am not someone who says no to food being offered. Call me cheap I see it as being appreciative. 

Egocentric, if there is one word to define fellow humans, it would be egocentric. Maybe I am being eccentric? However this being of egocentric-ness is toxic. Alas, as they say we are all trapped and stressed to a point where one is more prone to become egocentric. Let us turn away from being inconsiderate and start by being moderate.

Are you a visionary? Someone who looks beyond the physical realm? Someone who is not too short sighted nor someone who is desperate for acceptance. The acceptance of the arrogant and ignorant is of no value nor will it result to happiness.

Okay I am having a headache. This should be sufficient. I came to rant and rant I have. Ha-ha.



Knot in a not

What are these senses?
I guess I had enough of these nonsense’s
What consensus?
Who’s consent?
And why now resent?
These all led to confinement,
Of the trustworthy and the deceitful,
Life and senses,
What about sincerity?
Idealistic notions,
Bring about the erasers,
I guess it is what it seems,
Guess again, 
Nothing is what it seems,
Streams, dreams and after all that,
He is left grim,
Grimace, no put a smile on your grim,
Esteemed at being discarded and stained,
Lo! However so,
It goes on,
Let us get on with a good stride,
It is too soon to give in,
May we all be smiling,
May we all be left with peace and esteem,
So despite all the stings,
As painful as it may seem,
Let’s stand and keep working,
After all,
We are leading our dreams.







Circle

A circle,
Resisting in circles,
To endure or to concur,
Concurring to the laws of a timid culture,
What’s with this social order?
Creating so much duress
Ensuring everyone is stressed.
Who’s conquest?
What quest?
This test,
So much to detest,
What is ever enough!?

Look for the light,
A tiny light is sufficient to enliven a dying heart
Study your purpose?
Come on, put some emphasis,
Start thinking of the well being of the spirit and soul.

To be superior or inferior?
Humble or arrogant?
Who do you live to impress?
Farm animals?
Society and the string pullers?
The puppeteers?

Come,
Choose a path,
Upon death,
We’ll be answerable,
On the path we stepped.
May our hearts be blessed with vision,
To tread this mission,
A path engaged in submission,
That leads to fulfillment,
One that ends with peace and other attainment.





A Message

Ask anyone...no matter what their beliefs; a believer or an atheist—whatever he is;

If there is one thing a human can be certain about, it is death.

If only we, with genuine interest or with a proper amount of curiosity, take some time and ponder on the eventual, nearing existence called death....will we then be able to think on how little power and control we have over our lives?

Ironically the thought of death never cross our minds...we are fully aware that we are not immortal but it doesn't occur to us that death will come to us sooner or later.

Are we too consumed over life? I know I am.

Though I wished I’d be more consumed with happiness and my mind and heart engaging in serenity and peace. Sadly, that which consumes the mind is often bleak.

Back to the subject, again if we ponder on this matter, it'll lead to us thinking on how precious time is. Especially in today’s world where time seems to be moving faster and faster; it seems there’s even evidence that the world’s rotation too is spinning more and faster than it used to.

 Having said that, even before death if one lives long enough he/she has to entertain the prospect of facing old age; old age also means being prone to sickness and weaknesses.

Everyone at one point of their lives has asked, ‘what is life?’ though sadly that curiosity fades away, in most cases, they say, ‘I've grown up’. Ironically upon reaching adulthood that curiosity diminishes. They have jobs, ambitions and responsibilities. Who has time for these silly questions? Eventually they succumb to an endless cycle of repetition. Enslaving their lives into a poisoned system designed by evil people; entangled in superficiality and shallowness which leads man into worshipping materialism and his life busied and entangled with things that are merely looks and feels good on the surface.

Sadly or should we say fairly enough, he doesn't or will never realize that which he has accomplished will never fill the emptiness in his heart. He will forever be looking to satiate his hunger for a glimpse of peace and he will find numerous ways to escape and he will find them in many forms of escapism's. Alas! Only but for a short moment will he manage to char his mind with expensive intoxicants or deterrents, then he resumes a life that is void of any peacefulness or calmness.

Let’s use this example, we witness every day, those who are wealthier are more prone to proving their prowess, abusing their power and wanting more and more. This is not a trait of a happy or satisfied person; instead it is the characteristic of a deeply troubled and unhappy person who constantly needs to prove his worth to others.

One who worship himself and is a slave to his desires. What can he achieve, when the spirit/soul doesn't recognize currencies or luxuries or anything in physical form?

These days, being selfish, self-centered and narrow minded is so common that it is the norm; it is the accepted way of life for most. We speak of calamities but what is a bigger calamity than a noble human capable of thinking succumbing to the ways that are lower than animals? Mentally corrupt, a being that transgresses and takes advantage of others weaknesses. Worse still the world is controlled by a small group of powerful people puppeteering the lives of the masses.
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I didn't choose to come into existence, still I exist, if I had a choice…though to even to think of having a choice it-self is almost impossible to imagine. I was put into existence hence I exist. Now, ever since I started thinking on the meaning of existing, existence, on life, on the world, etc.. The very significance of being placed in a horrid place such as the earth itself is an indication of how powerless and weak a human is. Though he has been given instructions and been given guides to overcome this earth and its deceitfulness.

I now quote from a book I am reading, “But man is a limited being. His position in the universe is infinitesimally small. The astronomers tell us the farthest star of our solar system, known as millets, is at the distance of several thousand light years from the earth. (The speed of light is one hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second, and a light year is the distance covered by light in one year’s travel). They also tell us that there are millions of suns and solar systems like ours in the universe. Now what is the position of our planet in the vast universe? It cannot be more than a speck. What can the position of man be in this speck? Not even a dot or drop in the ocean! Now this dot or drop is out to explore and unearth the realities, secrets and wonders of the universe. Not only that, he is out to know the Creator as well! Can that be possible? Yes, it is possible only if he is prepared to utilize the spark of light in himself, which when set ablaze, works like a spaceship which carries him far beyond the limits of time and space into the blissful domains of Divine Proximity, Divine Presence and Divine Union. Here man in endowed with divine attributes of power and knowledge, knows the secrets of Creation and is able to see the whole universe as a speck lying before him…”
Excerpt taken from, “Islam & Sufism”.Written by Maulana Wahid BakkashRabbani.

I suppose one really learns about life as he grows. How to deal with people, how and what nature is and how dependent of a creature mankind is, how we are so similar yet so different etc. etc. As one grows up he also learns more about himself and his purpose. Sadly, most people stop at a very low level. Caught up in a race, a trap, debts, expectations etc. etc. he turns into one who believes in a philosophy where one solely lives for himself. Again, unfortunately the majority of people in existence today are of this group, sadder still the people who are in power and who govern us are too from this group, at least the lot of them. I have drifted off from the subject again.

In regards to the groups or level of people, we shall use Kierkegaard’s sphere of existence, it consists of three: the aesthetic/material level followed by the ethical sphere of existence and the religious sphere of existence.  Ask yourself this question, where are you?

For century’s mankind have searched for meaning and a purpose. Let us hope that those who were and who are sincerely seeking the truth, find it and by doing so attain the secrets of life and find peace within.

As for those like me who are still struggling and have their ups and downs—let’s be consistent in our search and never give up. For those who seek for the love of his Creator in sincerity and in humility will never fail. For God is all encompassing-ly Most Merciful, Most Compassionate.

 I end with this phrase, "My God! What kind of fountain is the fountain of love, of which I tasted but one drop and wept a river"


May peace be unto you.

Forever?

An Eternity,
 Perpetuity, endlessness and timelessness,
Can we imagine space without time?
We can never fathom the idea of ‘forever’
What is infinity?
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Though, as we have lived and continue living this life,
Have we ever entertained the thought?
That we could be dead at any time?
We think we live eternally,
Our desires insatiable,
We keep desiring and longing,
Hoarding and getting bored,
Nothing is ever pleasing,
 That much is true?
Some say, the reason we think that way is because,
The soul is eternal,
Hence the mind never thinks of dying;
We don’t think that we could die,
Though ironically,
The concept of ‘forever’,
Is something irrational,
Though we continue living,
Never thinking of our departure,
Thinking we will live on forever.





Surat Al-`AÅŸr

By (the Token of) Time (through the ages)

Verily Man is in loss,

Except such as (those who) have Faith,

and do righteous deeds, and (join together) in the mutual teaching of Truth,

and of Patience and Constancy.


Al-Layl

By the night as it envelops;
And by the day as it appears in brightness;
And by Him Who created male and female;
Certainly, your efforts and deeds are diverse (different in aims and purposes);
As for him who gives (in charity) and keeps his duty to Allah and fears Him,
And believes in Al-Husna.
We will make smooth for him the path of ease (goodness).
But he who is greedy miser and thinks himself self-sufficient.
And gives the lie to Al-Husna;
We will make smooth for him the path for evil;
And what will his wealth benefit him when he goes down (in destruction).
Truly! Ours it is (to give) guidance,
And truly, unto Us (belong) the last (Hereafter) and the first (this world).
Therefore I have warned you of a Fire blazing fiercely (Hell);
None shall enter it save the most wretched,
Who denies and turns away.
And Al-Muttaqun (the pious and righteous) will be far removed from it (Hell).
He who spends his wealth for increase in self-purification,
And have in his mind no favor from anyone for which a reward is expected in return,
Except only the desire to seek the Countenance of his Lord, the Most High;

He surely will be pleased (when he will enter Paradise).

Servitude

The poor servant,
Strives to grasp wisdom
But he has not enough intelligence and experiences
To reach a state,
When even during calamities
The heart stays in peace and ensues calmness
Though in his current state;
Even during stillness,
He feels uneasiness, guilt, pain and all sorts of aching
They say, his heart is empty,
It has not known sincerity and doesn’t know the meaning of piety
What a pity,
Sad, poor and empty!
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The poor servant an upshot/consequence of a cruel society
In an environment where people are judged by merchandises and appearances
The more wealth the more respect, friends and wives
At times he questions his luck,
Though he is reminded, everything is fated
He needs to learn more about gratitude
Every night he goes to sleep a servant,
Who is humbled with destitute,
In many ways he is better than he who goes to sleep
Thinking he’s self sufficient,
Bragging about existentialism,
On how he created his own kingdom,
Where he is always praised,
Yet he lives in a daze.
The poor servant too,
Dreams of a kingdom,
An environment inhabited by the wise filled with wisdom,
Where love in turn becomes predominant,
A transcendental realm in which the air itself is peace,
In which each wishes for the other to be in ease.








Hub

I keep pressing the esc button on my keyboard. Hoping that there’ll be some sort of a relief or release from the several cages of confinement that pains the soul. Though all that happens, happens for a reason…there is no more water in this detention. A country rich with water is having water crisis. A country that was known for its green is now polluted; the air we breathe is congested. So much I wanted to pour out my expressions but there hasn’t been any rain pour.  What could it be, what will tomorrow bring while I am busy sheeping, while I am lying on the bed sleeping? Daydreaming about amazing things because in real life, well you are not in amazement; Rather it feels like being in a maze with too many limitations placed onto you.  Despite all the whineries (whining) I need to be reminded that love is the remedy. In times of pain and difficulties, we put front our complaints to the most compassionate, the most merciful…


Kind One

Oh kind one,
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
What is it that you’re longing for?
Have you not considered your true feelings?
Do you not sense the pain in these probing?
Over and over he planted the seedlings,
Kept planting, watering and delicately nurturing,
Despite the unpredictability and the roughness in the air,
The weather unusual and unstable in behavior,
Sometimes it gets unusually cold,
Sometimes it gets intensely hot,
In worse times we are tested with severe haze,
That is both smoky and suffocating indeed.
Oh you, delicate one,
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Will you not consider your true feelings?
Even in the torturous heat, he continues fostering,
Taking care of the plants feeling,
Even when they seem to be ignoring,
Even when they seem unmindful to his tending,
Hoping that eventually flowers will start blooming,
Thinking of a peaceful evening
Where the plants are cool and give off clean air,
Where the water flows in it’s naturally stream,
Imagining spring,
Where we settle and bask with contentment and ease,
So everyday he gambles, fighting against his lowly stature,
Though clueless of what tomorrow might bring,
The lowly farmer, enlivening the harsh grounds,
Even when luck is not on his side,
He keeps trying whilst withstanding the pain,
So that none can ask him,
“Why didn’t you keep trying?”
The rest depends on the Praised one,

The One who gives life and death to everyone

Have a little...

The whisperings, the insinuating, in a dark room blessed with a hint of silence, though it keeps speaking, evoking, advocating, that is the curse of being a human being, though the soul that is strengthen by his own calling, protects him from all the conniving brought by the whisperings that constantly tries to weaken him. The battle ensuing, as long as his heart is firm in believing, it won’t be easy to fool him. Though a fool himself, a fool too can be granted with profound intelligence and wisdom; One that sees through from within and through his therein.

Oh you who love, don’t you see that he does not intent to leave you behind? Open up your mind, why think with logic when life itself has no logic? In matters such as this, a rationale mind will only quiver in embarrassment for failing to digest what the heart is unrelentingly, persistently in insisting. Why not Do both? Have faith and have intelligence/logic, though know that you have just a little of both. Just a little of both... Verily what can a human do on his own?, when his senses are unreliable and his mode of thinking changes as certain as how the tides in the seas changes, When even the slightest change in the air can suffocate him to death, when even a few drops of liquid can lead him to his end—what are you so sure of, when tomorrow what it brings, we don’t know of? Have a little more faith and a little more faith and a little more. What are you so afraid of? Won’t you have a loving company that will embrace you and erase you fears...so what you are afraid of?

The dark room, now well lit, he is able to see many things that he wasn’t able to. His whisperings now reduced to weak whimpering, for evil can’t penetrate a protected being, when the heart is filled with love for the architect who created all things, to what avail will the plotting of the creations affect him? Have a little faith and a little more faith perhaps a leap of faith. Why? For what good is worshipping the own mind and putting trust in a weak and constantly changing mind? One who knows his mind, will admit how fickle, inconsistent, erratic, indecisive, unreliable and changeable the mind is. So know yourself, oh you who love, have faith. Silence the whisperings, incorporate peace in the heart by supplementing love for the Creator in your heart.

With Cherry On Top

Nice. Niceness an epidemic, a widespread endemic affecting the whole of mankind,giving birth to an origin of people who thrive on kindness; Propagandas and conspiracies no more prevalent,  rekindling and returning the world to an age of sincerity, where people live together in harmony.
Have you something positive like strawberries? The blue sky, the sun that shines, the birth of a child, a little bird drawing nectar from a flower, the pleasant scent that emits from a flower tree, a warm fire, a really good sleep, mountains that are filled with trees and wild blooms, former enemies giving in and becoming friendly, the seas are free of rubbish and contaminants, the minds of man overly- zealous  with the love of nature, no more petty disputes sparked by jealousy, pleasantries’ akin to      a bird chirping joyously atop of a fruit tree. The end of poverty, no more judgmental incendiaries, Hope, happy families, happiness and world peace, no more greed, all minds and hearts…in ease.  

Where are you going?

When the troubled mind has been engulfed with stressors and anxieties, the diseased heart suddenly begins to speak in a tone which brings about thoughts that spew negativities. It says things that no one needs; an uninvited guest that creeps in unnoticed. A mouthpiece that wouldn't leave one in peace, it comes up with outrageous speeches one that won’t stop whispering into man’s heart, one that would eventually grant way to a malicious path. The world exponentially getting sicker and bleaker, mankind in a state of constant bicker, one that consumes the soul of the weaker—when man has forgotten his Maker he turns into a forlorn creature. Nay! I shall not be consumed by the world’s abuse of power. What a strange start to the New Year, the weather has turned cold while every morning I shiver yet the blessings of the rain are yet to fall unto the grounds. What are you doing? To where are you heading? Things are changing; signs are showing; still we remain consumed with the smaller picture. Lo! Let it be not the day we open our eyes—is the day the soul exits the body.

My-My

Oh my! Here I am again at this juncture, ruptured,
The organ torn asunder,
Hey! However, it hasn't surrendered
Fuming by the hands that torched it
Though the water cools it
I have a bad strain at the back of my neck; one would say most certainly it is caused by stress. 
Oh my! The deprivation of sleep is haunting my thoughts and making me more and more insecure
Oh my! Didn’t I safeguard myself from dropping flat on my face again?
My-my one can never be too sure, can we?
Lost and wandering, the vagabond still in a state of seeking
Seeking serenity, 
he goes through trials and thorns and faces things that pierces his entirety
Still! He embarks on a journey to find the truth hidden,
He travels carefully and in a state of pain and fear,
Unsure of what else might transcend…

Oh my!

p.s. I almost forgot, Happy New Year!