Saturday, May 29, 2021

Life ..Lie...

Life …if I remove an f from ,The f in which we keep hunting for future and keep following without using our intellect. All that remains is a lie.
The lie of the protocol given by society to live. Let me elaborate on this. Look at the meaning  and illustration of happiness .I remember drawing a wide curve smiley as a child and referring it a happy face. Until a few years later I realized a wide curve face is just a face.

As a grown up , I observed happiness in different forms for different people .A common thread of happiness is by duplication.
I remember once being told , you don't enjoy life Saima ! 
I was surprised and  enquired more...
Her reply did not surprise me ! Well you need to come out of cocoon , go out and party , sing and dance your heart out.
Well how quick was it to assume this will make me happy.
That's another lie of Life, we follow by assuming if it helps every one , it will to us as well .
Well , I enjoy life in my own way .The definition of my happiness seeks much deeper connects that since years I have been struggling to find meaning in .Though I am glad to be less drowned in to this lie of life.
Yes I find joy in everything materialistic or non materialistic , I feel the blessing of my Almighty for all the luxuries of life and I cherish them ,but heartfelt happiness resonates only at a few spaces that society thinks to be too altruistic or may be conservative.
The definition of success ,failure, love ,relations ,good ,bad and so on differs for everyone , but yet a herd picture is visible on the outside. It's intricately formed by the channels of the way larger population in the society follows to live. This brighter picture often makes us miss our own selves , we keep planting future until the present has passed by unnoticed.

A pile of such questions rises in my mind like a roaring wave reaching the shore and moving back to its origin .Just like the water that doesn't stop to its mark ,my questions to life keep hunting the meaning of existence. 
What goes wrong that humans turn in to beasts? Loosing empathy ,love and mercy. How are people so insensitive and irresponsible of their words that they incite a sharp wound and poison it with more spices. Every time I come across the barbaric crimes of people I wonder how does a heart turn stone. A person with a stable present turns a criminal in future, irrespective of their situations or circumstances, what doesn't stop them from this? I hunt my answers in the chambers of my reach .Alas to return empty again. How does a human mind navigate through the miles of thoughts ,tangential  and unpredictable. The wonder of Almighty is that this intricate supreme power of the conversations of our mind is heard only to us and HIM. But the control system is set upon us, while we navigate our vehicles, realigns the path so as to avoid unseen dangers when our anchor is plugged in to HIM.
Dwelling in to wrongful path that harms one's soul is the easiest to chose but there is something that often lacks , something strong to hold back . An anchor to Life !
Now what's this anchor !
Its that strong chain that holds our back when we are falling apart , it's that beam of light that navigates our dark path , it's that strong breeze that makes way for us to breathe .
Humans are made to make mistakes , the beauty of it is we won't learn to forgive until we are aware of our wrongs. However , when our anchor starts to become fragile or may be vanishes from our life ,then the looseness of our soul wanders aimlessly . It indulges in to the acts that our shallow mind approves of , but the deeper essence of the emptiness is felt all through our lives .
This anchor is shaped by many factors irrespective of our caste ,religion ,upbringing . it is lightened in each being , it's the conscience and the jewel of it is the connect with the God.
With this comes series of questions , which I am also trying to understand. However when we introspect, we are aware each belief system has a spiritual guide to remind of us as humans.
However when we turn our eyes away and just go with the seen ,our anchors get weakened .
The freshness of our soul nourishes our anchor.
We all are a masterpiece, our way of life and beliefs differ. The way we rationalize right from wrong differs.
But when we loose our own self in following the seen , our anchor begins to loose its intellect because we are following of many others who themselves are unsure of theirs.
That's when the Lie of Life becomes our reality.
It's time to give us a wake up call , if it reaches our soul , Life will be a deeper meaning.

-SSW


Monday, May 24, 2021

Tranquility Within


The Roaring rage of the chaos in the existence,
And the bounties of the charismatic presence
Stirs a loop of thoughts arching at the edge
Of the marvelous heights staring at its pledge
To all the riverside storms whaling to race
Talking to the twinkling stars out of place
Chirping birds with the scrambling squirrel
Playing gently in the lap of a green mural
The mystique winds restless of its way
Rising sharp and dense like a ferocious ray

There is a lot happening around in space
But they all steady together in one pace

Silently calming down it's race ,

You freeze and feel the silence around 
of all in Nature to the Nurturer's call
*Allahu Akbar and everything halts!

P.S: *Allahu Akbar- God is (the ) greatest.
This Poem is in reference to the call of prayer i.e Azaan which begins with this phrase where the depth of it traverses across the mightiness of the creation of my Lord and gently embraces the disturbances of the world to stand and feel the tranquility within.

Sunday, May 23, 2021

O' Master

When I stare at night to close my eyes to the sky of life
there is a shimmering star gazing back at me 
whispering in my ears "I am so far but you can see me"
HE is around , But you can't see HIM
O' Master 
When you are around blessing me abundantly ,
All I see is my empty being!

How far is the distance we have dwelled in
Wouldn't be this ,if we actually felt it within !

Al Ajal Ya Imaam a.t.f.s


-SSW

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