Showing posts with label 2010. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2010. Show all posts

Friday, December 31, 2010

POEM_: Models and Dogmas

Models and Dogmas


When does
a model of reality
become a dogma?

I guess,
when it starts considering
itself greater than
the Reality.

Any model
that considers itself
more real
than the Reality itself,
more truthful
than the Truth itself
is like the devil
that considers himself
greater than God.

Such a model
is none other than
a dogma,
a monstrosity,
an enemy of Reality,
of Truth,
of God.

-

owais

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This is first being published here.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

POEM_: More… of What?

More…    of What?


More power.
More fame.
More money.

Yes,
 I want more of these.
And more.

Why do I want
more and more  
of more and more?

Is not
this hole in my soul
unfillable?

Is not,
‘more’
a desire to arrive
at the most?

And, is not the most
unachievable
by a mere human?
Where is
my perspective?

Why don’t I want
the one thing
which I must want more of
if I want to arrive
at my destination
as opposed
to a way-station?

Perspective.

-

owais

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This is first being published here.

POEM_: Anunaya Vinaya

Anunaya Vinaya

Apologies,
Dear God.

Ask me not
to be loyal
to you.

I cannot be.

My loyalties
are all, already
sworn away.
To your creatures.

Apologies,
Dear God.

-

owais

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This is first being published here.

POEM_: My Responsibility

My Responsibility

Yes,
he has spent
a lifetime studying
his religion.

Sure,
I respect him for that.

But, guess what… 
what he has studied
is his religion,
his understanding
of his life;
what he knows,
is his dogma,
his doctrine.

What makes you think
that by rejecting
my understanding
of my life
and following him,
or opposing him
blind-folded, I will
be doing anything
other than abdicating
my responsibility?

-

owais

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This is first being published here.

POEM_: …in Such a Mess!


…in Such a Mess!


Reality
impinges upon me. 

I perceive it
through my senses. 
By connecting
those perceptive memories,
through my conception
I form
a model of Reality. 

Any new experiences, then,
I patch into
the existing framework. 

Over time,
the framework, turns
into a patchwork. 

Tired,
I look for easy solutions,
and latch on to
any doctrine
that my trustees propose;
those,
my elders,
who had lost themselves
in the same process
time, and time again. 

Once in a while,
someone proposes a doctrine
simple enough
and connected
sufficiently enough
with the existing frameworks
and patchworks
that the doctrine
gets accepted
as the Universal Truth,
by all concerned. 

Upon that doctrine,      
each worrier like me     
hangs a sub-doctrine,
and upon that
a sub-sub-doctrine. 

The Truth then
must
conform to this monstrosity,
which can be
no more than
the collective insecurity      
of the humans past. 


No wonder then,
that I am,
in such a mess.

-

owais

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This is first being published here.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

POEM_ : Krishna Krishna / کرشنا کرشنا / कृष्णा कृष्णा

Krishna Krishna



Krishna Krishna
karti Radha. 

Krishna Krishna
karti Meera. 

Krishna Krishna
kare, meri aatma.          



Kisi ko, mile Krishna.         

Kisi ko
raseela ek dard.          

Kisi ko
keval trishna.

--

کرشنا کرشنا


کرشنا کرشنا
کرتی رادھا

کرشنا کرشنا
کرتی میرا

کرشنا کرشنا
کرے، میری آتما


کسی کو، ملے کرشنا

کسی کو
رسیلا اک درد

کسی کو
کیول ترشنا


--

कृष्णा कृष्णा

कृष्णा कृष्णा
करती राधा

कृष्णा कृष्णा
करती मीरा

कृष्णा कृष्णा
करे, मेरी आत्मा


किसी को, मिले कृष्णा

किसी को
रसीला एक दर्द

किसी को
केवल तृष्णा

-

owais

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This is first being published here.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

POEM_: Words and The Law


Literal is always right
in the matters of the law,
but always wrong
in the matters of The Law.

When dealing with things
that matter not,
the externals,
quarrels must be ended
through a clear edict,
no matter how ad hoc. 
For those are the matters
of the humen. 
Attended to
by the human
changeable law.

When dealing with
the matters of the spirit,
the only ones that really matter;
the literal will always
lead one astray. 
For the Immortal and Unchanging Law
has existed much,
much before Man
ran riot on the face of the Earth.

The Law
is timeless.

The Law
cannot be defined,
cannot be laid down.
By humen. 
It can, perhaps,
only be understood,
in a measure,
by us.

And since we lack a tool
to really understand,
we will always
approach closer,
or stray farther
from It, but
at The Law,
never arrive.

Thus the words
will only corrupt
our understanding of It. 
Any words
will only seduce us away;
The Law can be understood
only in being one
with It. 

Only on losing one,
inside The One
can one ever be ‘right’. 
For the only ‘good’
is The Law.

Hence,
strive not
to confine The Law
in the capsule
of human understanding. 
The Law is,
and always will be,
above and beyond
the collective human mind.

Accept that The Law
does not exist for us;
indeed, we would not,
were it not
for The Law.

Accept that
in making The Law
approachable to those
that cannot
or do not wish to
contemplate upon The Law,
you will only corrupt
their minds, and make it
ever more difficult
for them, to get closer
to It.

Allow them to be
a little farther away from The Law,
for in any effort
to codify It for them,
you will only push them
even farther away.

For they will think,
that in following the words,
or by merely mouthing them,
they will have arrived,
at The Law. 

And thus,
strive no further. 

Therefore,
get no closer.

Do not, if you love The Law,
try to make It any easier,
any simpler
than It can be. 
No ritualization,
no ossification,
no fossilization
can preserve life.

Nor, in the image
of the Immortal,
that we, so assiduously,
paint in our minds. 

And worry not
for the souls, not enlightened
by you.  You are not
in any considerable measure
much closer to The Law,
than they are,
or will be.

They will still
live out their lives
as you will yours,
as humankind its,
and The Law
will still rule,
unaffected
by any (other)
‘intelligence’
understanding It
or not.

If you wish to,
just help them contemplate
a little more
a little better
a little deeper
with a little more
desire and love.

Content yourself,
with providing pointers,
with sharing your experience
of what you think,
mistakenly or otherwise,
of having gotten closer
to The Law. 

Speak of your frailty,
of where you think
you went wrong. 

Of the great tragedy
that befalls one
when swearing by the multifarious indoctrinations
that dog the way
to the real freedom;
real oneness
with The Law.

The real responsibility
that you hold in trust
for your fellow bipeds,
is to disabuse them
of their belief in their own centrality
to the Universe.

And,
to help them think
on their own,
which is the only way
to possibly, think right. 

In the matters
of the food of the mind,
of the spirit and the soul,
of one’s very heart,
like in those of the stomach,
the best way
is not to give any handouts,
except when
total starvation
is otherwise unavoidable.

Teach them,
and help them learn,
but, allow them to earn
their own
religion.

If you do this, owais,
you will have fulfilled your destiny;
your duty
towards them,
towards humankind,
towards The Law.

- owais

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Written down from 10:30 AM to 5: 30 PM, IST, on 23rd Oct 2010.  If there is one thing that I'd like to be remembered for, it is likely this poem.

This is first being published here.

Friday, October 22, 2010

POEM_: Dialogues with Mother: XI

Mother,
I often wonder
what I would do
when you are
no more.

Who will harass me
like you have
always done
and still do.

And who will caress me
like you have
always done
and still do. 
When I permit you.

Yet,
there are so many things
that I think
I may be able,
may want to do
when I do not have
to mommy-sit you.

And these things
have changed
over the years.

I no more want
to lose myself
in dissipate romances;
in drunken orgies.

Not because, now,
I value my life more;
but because I value it
and my wants
much lesser.

What matters,
if I did
or did not
get what I wanted:
just another
lost little butterfly
in the great, beautiful
garden of this Earth,
in the vast, limitless
expanse of the Universe.

Mother,
my desires
matter not. 
I, matter not. 
Even you, Mother,
matter not.

But what can I do
Mother. 
You,
still matter to me. 
And matter,
more than my desires.

So,
don’t go.

- owais

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This is first being published here.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

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