My sense of humour
is a bit of a defense mechanism
against the nature of Life, itself.

To be able to laugh
in the face of adversity
is neither incredulity or irreverence,
but, rather, the opposite:
it is courage to face it head on
and to take it for what it is
and to make amends with it,
for better or for worse.

One
who is possessive of Love
is nothing shy
of Narcissistic:
for,
what is selfish Love
but externalized vanity?

Love
lets 'as is' be.
Not because it yields or compromises,
but because it knows
that to alter another
for oneself
is a form of vanity.

True Love
is unconditional.
Which, itself, seems uncaring.
But, quite the opposite is true.

You must change yourself instead.
Have the courage to be your own control group.
Otherwise:



get in whichever over-generalized, socially acceptable line
suits you best
and wait your turn
in somebody else's
rigged game.

Their laugh was your alarm,
You woke up to find yourself down.

Don't let your awakening be caught
In the circle of sleep and sentience again.

Live. In every moment. Don't close your eyes anymore.
Don't rest now. An uneasy siesta just isn't enough.

Saddle your dragon and fly to the limitless sky.
Breach your extremes and push through them.

Let your armor shine, let them know they forged it.
The pain they caused, it has welded with your skin.

When you arise from your trial,
*The next time they laugh, there won't be tears in your eyes.

///

I see you
You see me
And it is true both we exist

You love me
I love you
And it is true both we exist

One day you saw me
At least one day I also saw you

One day you felt me
At least one day I also felt you

One day I saw your beauty
at least one day you felt that I was in your mind
we felt that we loved each other
even you can believe it
cause still I'm loving you

Yet you never see the god
and me too,
but we both believe in god
The believe,
the most mystic invention on the planet earth ever
yet the gentlemen never can see under the microscope

Too many thoughts in our life
but we can't exceed the thought of death
always we feel a threat of death
when we grew older to oldest
and we carry it till our death

It is true that we see the death
and its pain that we have gained
when someone's closet moves to the past
but we can't lose his existence in our mind
and in the existence of our soul

I see the death,
the mystic beauty rises up to its spiritual height
and I say, it is true that is more than the truth,
the existence of death

Though still we exist on earth
yet we can't see any event that will be happened after death
but most of us believe in after death
there is a life,
the unlimited life
where we both will meet again
either we will exist in heaven or hell
Ah! The ultimate existence

It is true that we all have a fear of death,
the very dear fear,
moves us very near
to the god
the god,
dimensionless-
space less-
existence less-
but an ultimate divine existence of god
so that we believe in spiritual existence of god-

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

How much of the visible
Do we really understand
Really deciphering
What’s happening around us
Or, do we take a clue from past
Of what we knew
And try to link it with present
Ever contemplated
Whether we are right
If every day brings change
Faced with new challenges
Are we ready to take them on
Or relegate them as trivial
And continue with usual
Where our comfort lies
It’s always been
Why should it be different
Details lie in the invisible
Which we ignore
So much we see of everyday
Yet, are we aware
Of what really is