Saturday, August 24, 2013

The Elusive Truth !

“Truth is stranger than fiction” Mark Twain

One day in my imagination
I asked Mansour, what is the secret to truth?
He looked at me blank and replied.
Aren't you short minded to ask me such a question?
I got confused with his answer, 
Aren't you the truth I said?
He laughed and wouldn't stop
Then he says you don't believe in that, do you?
I was going mad, 
I said if I didn't, I wouldn't have asked you
He said I know that, I was playing with your mind, that's my job
The truth always have to be concealed
Just go live your life, stay out of trouble
I came a long way, I am not about to give up, I reply
He laughs again, I know you wouldn't he says.
Do you know me better than myself?
I ask in amazement
You and everybody else he says.
If you don't know that, why did you come to me ?
I say just like Abraham went to God and said:
That's little bit farfetched Sir.
Show me please how you bring dead to life?
He laughs again
He says now I believe you,
People who are too afraid of God to even joke with him, 
They rarely make it to him.
So you want to know the truth?
You cannot handle an atom of it
For your body and mind is not conditioned to grasp it,  
It will put you on fire till eternity
I was cut in pieces, then was burned
My ashes were spread in the river Tigris.  
Even that didn't stop the fire
I am an eternal flame
I give light to the Universe
All you are after is well being of you and your family
But remember one thing
You and everybody else who is after the truth
You have to seek and find it by your free well
I am the truth, I cannot teach it to you
The luckiest of you, will suffer the enormous pain
They lose their body and soul in the process
Until they discover the truth
Then they are one with me
They are the truth
I got confused even more than I was.

And I leave scratching the back of my head.

( The myth of Great Mansour i  Halaj is one fascinating myth in Sufism, you can read more about it from multiple of sources )

By Kabuli
August 2013


Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Ultimate Vacation

There are friends until the end
There are some just to the first curve
First bend of the road.
That's as far as they make it to.
I am grateful even for half a step.

Some read me because they are in love
Some others think they are
Some for entertainment
Some others try to understand me

A few of you come here
To see what other nonsense I am spreading.
If you are here and are one of those
I want you to smile, you are my favorite

If you have passed the second curve
You know that senses are deceiving
An illusion will never sets you free
Non sense is the only way to go.

Billions of people repeat like parrots
There is no God, but only God
Does one even think?
For a split second
The meaning of phrase one?
The meaning of non-existence?

Plurals are always arrogant
They cause destruction
They build a huge fire
They name it war and human misery

They worship the idol
And they can never solve
The simple equation
That one time zero is zero

I am trying to understand
How to merge zero and one
I am almost there, I can see a shadow
A silhouette, something hidden in fogs

Someday I go to a real vacation
I have a reservation
One I can never cancel
A national park beyond the universe

What is so special about it?
 It’s called nowhere.
The only place I want to be and so do you.
Over here you can hear multiple bangs everywhere
The only bang from nowhere is called a big bang.

If you have space and you have time
Every one of you is a creator
I create a poem and you a painting
No space no time, creation is magic

You heard it once, it lasts forever
For that I am aiming for nowhere
Nowhere is forever and always.

A never ending, an ultimate vacation.

August 2013 by Kabuli
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