A poet's dream

A poet's dream

To be in love
Free of will

When asked about love
It is ridiculed
Claimed that love is the cheapest thing
Most filmiest of emotions
Sold in every store, on every billboard

It is said to be a thing that is impractical.
Not based on logic hence stupid

Easily disgraced as perverse or pervert
Easily disregarded as act of lust
Easily dismissed as an impulse of weak

Then what is the meaning
of this poet's dream
To be in love
Free of will

If love was a flimsy thing
Why would it be so consistent, so persistent

If love was collection of dreams
Then why exist, this intently, in ever present conscious reality

If love was just another emotion
Why is it that love is the air we breathe
Suffocating Without it
Struggling like an estranged fish
without water, moving senselessly
Desperately trying to live

My love is as consistent
My love is as persistent
My love is as intense
My love is as meaningful as the air I breath

Thus
This poet dreams
To be in LOVE
Free of Will

w: Q M Cheema

Pieces of Life

Implicit exists in explicit

Yet there is no existence

Of explicit in implicit

Caught in this mist

a subtle truth

Is it freedom that we want?

Or

Is it the illusion of freedom?

Daah....

Choice is not a choice, if choice is; given

Regardless

Choice is a slavery of options

Is it choice what we really care for?

Or

is it the pretense of an option

Coz there is no one that is not agonized

By the consequences of the choices

Reality is

People have bought false hopes

Illusions

Followed are written rules overtly

But never in reality

Coz there exists a separate rulebook of unwritten rules

Appearance of free choice to be

Maintained

Approach others with true contexts

And you are ruled out of context

Thence

Reality is an abstraction

Humanity lives in failed mornings

In search of true destiny

Ultimate tragedy is the

Cannibalism of cultures through economic prosperity


w: Q M Cheema

Motion

Running

Always running

From this thing to next.

Have you ever stopped?

You think you cannot afford to stop.

But for a moments sakes.

For a curiosity of touch

You want to stop

Just Stop

Stop completely

You were running

By not running, you think that maybe you have stopped.

But you find yourself walking.

walking...just taking it slow eh?

But walking is still motion you decide to sit.

So you sit.  Siting still.  

Sitting...soaking the joys of life huh?

You make no movement.

But realise that

Your eye lids are moving

You even close your eyes.

So that you don't even blink

By doing EVERYTHING  in your POWER!!!

How close are you to stopping?

Your mind is racing.

Your heart is beating

Can you make it stop?

Can you?

You try to clear your mind.

It is not possible.

You try to empty your mind.

It does not work.

Your blood races

Circulation of blood is life.

If it stops you die. In a few moments.

And these few moments in themselves are really not a solitude moments of stoppage

But merely a  self eating process by cells to death.

What is life anyways; but a continuous loop of cell division

What about the universe you wonder. Does it ever stop?

Look at the earth?

An extremely complex motion

You are in rotation with earth around the sun in a days time

You revolve in around the sun in elliptical orbit in a yearly time.

You wobble with the earth as it shifts its tilts ever slightly in millennia time.

Then again?

You are moving away from the closest galaxy

You are in separation from space being created between you

You find the minute particles.

From molecules to atoms to quarks to fundamental particles to strings of energy.

You find everything in ceaseless motion.

You wonder about the act of birth of this universe

What was it

A bang

A explosion

Outwards (whatever out was)

Eternal, ceaseless motion

Motion the act of life; for everything from inanimate to miraculous.

Hopelessly desperate...to stop!!!

You leave the realm of physics.

You leave the realm of being

Into the metaphysics.

Into the realm of mind.

Then again...

You find yourself translating through a hidden realm of time.

A state of not being to a state of being.

You are moving forward, eternally forward with the division and diversion of thoughts.

You are progressing through emotions that is in facto an auction of states

Do you think you have even been stuck in just one motion or motions ?

Only when you think you know the reality of motion

You find a deeper reality.

A more complex motion.

You are...

Or is that thought also in motion. Always!!!

Lost

At loss at your helplessness of achieve a simple thing of stopping.

Huh?

Then you realise something you read in the Quran.

That everything in this universe is incessantly praising God.

Now you know what it means!!!

Now you have new realisation of what praise is?

It is motion. A motion that witnesses!!!

A motion that testified, that testifies, that is testifying God.

By testifying to its miraculous motion.

Hmmm......

So motion

Motion the constant of life.

w: Q M Cheema

Me Me and Me

Me. Me. Me.

Here goes a day of "me"

Me me me

Spent another week for "me"

Me me me

It was another year of "Me".

Me me me

Here. This is just another life of me me me

What is so special about me?

That all my life is about me.

My self was disgusted by  Me.

I wanted to get rid of my me me life

I confess I have not tried hard enough

But can I live a life that is not for me.

Can there be a life of me which is not for me?

Is there an escape from self.

The all-consuming self.

To find an answer to this riddle

I went and knocked on the door of wisdom.

It asked

Who is there?

I said: “it’s me”

Wisdom replied

First there is no me.

There is only “I”

Second there is no room for “me” in this house

I asked why

Wisdom asked

Is it “I” that is asking or is it “me”

I said “me” is “I” and “I” is “me”

Wisdom said

Alas there is not hope for someone for whom “I” becomes “me”

Only when “I” is more than just “me” that there is hope

Go away for there is no wisdom in you for me

Saddened I returned to my life of

Me me me

Hoping to find a self without me

But who has the time to think

My life is lived

By

Me Me Me


w: Q M Cheema