Beliefs
listen
I have heard that
the world goes around in circles
and love always wins
and hope never fades
and dreaming is always good
and all such cliche things
they say to shut curious mouths
and earnest eyes,
but is it satisfactory?
'cause lily was never alive
to see the way how she was loved
even after being dead
'cause hassan never came to know
how regret ate amir up
and how grief never allowed mariam
to live even when she so badly wanted to.
Belief holds that
an offspring always resembles to
it's root.
I have got my mumma's face
And papa's traits
my mumma's habits
and papa's logics
but still
none of them
shares my opinions
that there is no god
and even if there's one
it's you and me
or maybe one of us
and if not that
just none of us,
'cause even if there was someone as God
and if it's so
that we are the art
and he the artist
there won't be any world
and any humans,
he might have had them gone,
by now
the way, his own art is eating all the
colours from this world,
this is just so very poetic to read
but all the same so terrifying to imagine.
The world moves around in circles
so there shouldn't be any edges, right?
but there are just too many them
and just too sharp,
like the pinnacles that touch the sky
not of mountains, but of humans
like those old stereotypes
not of doing anyone's good
but always seeing the victim
as the culprit, always changing
hearts and minds
in a jiffy.
I have these very weird
observations about myself
which make me question things
more than anything, whether I even
belong here?
As soon as food touches my mouth
I need water like a struggling fish
it's as if the food is contaminating me
or maybe I am unworthy of it.
I like evenings
and sunsets
but I manage to
witness very few of them
I like songs
but don't like to listen
them much
I like rain and it never is enough
to drench me within.
I say I believe I can remember
birthdates of people till eternity
but tend to forget where I was,
midway in a sentence.
I have many opinions
on many things
but when someone asks
I tend to fumble.
Grief has always a place in me
a calm cozy couch in the corner.
and I tend to listen to stories of people
and soothe them,
( i don't know if I succeed or not, i try)
but when someone speaks of death
(the most grieving thing)
I can hardly utter a word
for death, I believe is not some sudden grief
it's there, written, since eternity.
.
Beliefs. (sigh)
Always makes me feel
like an outsider for the things I believe.
Alas! Isn't belief the only thing worshipped
on this systematic ball then?
We all, you and me, hold
these pronoun of "I"
just because we believe it to be
of some importance
or of all importance.
I say, I don't believe in God
and still, still
there have been
frantic moments
where I say
"Please, god, just this once"
and as soon as I say
I regret it
for I know
I don't believe it
but other's beliefs overpower me
and now, you see
how strong a thing belief is?
I have always believed
that smile is the best thing
anyone can give
or anyone can do
to convey what's going inside
but there are 6500 languages
and none of them is named smile
I have always believed that
kindness can do miracles,
but out of 6500 languages,
none of them is named
kindness either
what are we doing with them, then?
I have always believed that beliefs
are a powerful thing
but no one believes me,
none.
Religions and Scriptures,
they say - talk about how one should behave in
situations out of the human control
but our mundane minds
don't understand
that if they are out of our control
then, we can't really do
anything about it,
either by killing
or saving.
What if I say, that I believe
that the parallel universe theory
might have a chance of being right
and that we are nothing
but a failed experiment
of an adult alien going to school.
What if our good is their bad,
and our bad is their good?
and everyone there is bad
and they are experimenting
with little toys being good,
then, our ideal world is theirs
and theirs, ours
But, these theories
are too far fetched
and I guess it'll be easier to work
on being good, rather than dwelling
on mind-eating theories
involving time and space, won't it?
Oh, but ofcourse you will
say, don't ask us questions, we don't know,
but atleast you do observe don't you?
There are a few simple human principles
made by human, who are obviously,
as believed,
made by gods,
of living and letting live,
of forgiving and forgetting
of humbleness and honesty
and even though there are
thousands of God's,
that you claim
there are, as a father and teacher,
is anyone, or everyone trying to understand
to what he says or he believes?
the world has us so,
it's always "he" and never she
I am not a feminist,
but is that all to equality?
It's always "Mr. and Mrs."
and not "Mr. and Mr."
and not even "Mrs. and Mrs."
is that all to this world, now,
commanding like God
if you don't find one?
Why don't you allow choices, eh?.
If there is someone as God
mind you, he wouldn't want
the world eating up all it's colours
just like I don't want the words of this poem
jumble up and go astray,
cause it might look all poetic,
but it's just so terrific.
There are seven billion people
on this ghostly planet, and 7 billion
stories inside each one of them,
and 7 billion coping mechanisms
and 7 billion dreams,
all just as amazing as the other one,
I am not a charmer, but have you ever,
ever earned a smile?
So whenever, someone, anyone,
seeks a paper for their story
to be told,
for stories make you,
and make me, and make us
immortal,
so, where was I ?
Oh yes, whenever someone
seeks a paper for their
story to be told,
no matter however blotchy or crumpled,
for it would just enhance the story
be one, and
listen.
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