Her defiance shed a void as she
drowned herself in rhapsody,
words neither spoken nor exchanged;

(safe to assume divinity at the helm)

heaven became weary and
eclipsed into a frigid night.

Piercing her naked eyes, he
glared from down below at the very
roots of that forbidden one hanging
from above, barely out of his reach.

His futile attempt to gather snippets
of core percepts from her passionate
gestures went in vain while "time‟ was set to
evolve from a concept to a harsh reality
for the earthlings to be in the making.

Nothing now too trivial a substance
beyond our rhetorical tongues that
twist, flip, and leak the wounds left
eons ago, when accosted to take
a load off that very first bite.

(a vestige remains of their first dialogue yielded
from dialectics rest among the presaged echoes.)

Perhaps genesis of our symbiosis
precipitated from apple puréed cosmic dust.



Repost: Toronto August 9, 2025

What would you do
when austerity - a saviour
while frugality - a buzz
and
one turns into a crevice,
shock-shelled, took refuge
on an eminence and each of its orifices
filled with stories to tell
a display of bituminous shale
a diamond you wished for
and subsumed into morasses.

While
it was going on,
a shift in the wind
cascading down
autumn dews
in pale blue
but
soft topsoil acts as *******
brings you close to the core, somewhat,
feel the palpating earth,
being informed, you thought,
with every bit of air you could inhale.

Notice the crescent moon!
frolicking behind the shadow
of scattered white clouds
shaped a mountain goat,
making way for their passionate song
on a night when buy one and get the second free,
draw patrons in their half-sleeves in droves.

But you want to endure alone, man up,
on a plan for a lifelong companionship
a prudent measure, you thought, indeed
and down on your knees, you propose.

Now,
what would you do?
if
she refuses your urging on a limp
and
promises to reconsider when you are on your feet!
then
dashed off onto her minimum wage,
one, a precious and rare.

A curious wasp got in
with your silent consent
buzzing around the kitchen disposal
you procrastinated to chute it down

and

on a second thought
as any naturalist would do
let her out of the corridor
to sneak into the neighbours across
busy prep'n supper
you could tell, for sure,
fiscal drag, in effect, you conclude
on a non-eventful day like today
like most days, you murmured.

I would open the last Heineken using a door hinge,
and
flip through multiplier effects on our reality shows played on the hill,
while
figure out why it's losing lustrous cleavage!

We need a downpour, not a drizzle
to make a difference.

Do
     the
          loop
Else
      end
            this futile conversation.  


Reposted: Toronto, July 23, 2025

God came up with a hobby,
writing songs, a self-healing
out of boredom, now immersed
a resting space riding on lyrical waves.
He then began to sing,
but echoed a lonely dissonance
that made Him shed a sombering tear.  

So, He let the resting wave ripple
with one emotional tap, and out came  
an octave, a set of singing notes,  
floating along the lyrics
but without an audience, He so longed for
filling His days with an appreciative overture
from somebody, anybody, something, or anything.

Then He paused, made angels
from the light at his disposal
asked them to feel His passions
but they did not know how;
instead, they loyally bowed to worship.
After came Djin, a symbiotic counterpart,
designed from fire without flame and
asked them to feel His songs,
instead, they ran around like a wild bunch,
but gathered one, the lowest vibes
that matched theirs.

Frustrated, God then engineered Humans
with earthen clay and added soul
from his pure self, and surprisingly,
that did it, when passions and emotions
filled heaven together with ever cheerful, graceful,
and appreciative earthlings Adam and Eve,
who, in an instant, became His favorites.

Iblis, the djinn who was the smartest of all,
was even considered angel-like by the rest,
could not stand humans for being given
the uppermost echelon, an honor, also defied
bowing to Adam as was directed by God,
and heaven expelled him for disobeying.

Iblis used his deception and
brought down human souls from heaven,
history replays as God mends depth
to the awareness cycle
every twenty-six thousand years
on a clean, blank slate for humanity's ascension,
a price He pays for creating Shaytan.


Toronto, August  7, 2025

Travelling through time
in an unconfined space
fuelled by memories
filled with sorrows
and happiness.

Undoubtedly luring
unknown destiny
selflessly reassuring
unstoppable and
moving perpetually.

Yield to reminisce
just for our past
that we must
forever we so miss
like blown off dust.

Travelers we are
in a confined space
moving through eternity
with our past, the destiny
life's offer to us;
.
.
.
on a pick over a rolling dice.


Taz Din
Reposted: Toronto, July 24, 2025

(Dedicated to my High School Friend, Mr/Mrs. Moinuddin Tariq's anniversary)


No shore in sight, even in bright daylight,
nowhere to go, no one to show,
floating, aimless, at an age,
my life partner and I deemed it wise  
conjoined at the hip line,
since then, while living on cloud nine.

Senior moments often go fuzzy,
now feeling extreme and uneasy
with unbearable dead weight,
we let our wisdom work out the plight.

Sitting back to back in a yoga posture,
in intense silence and musing over
on a skiff without a sail or an oar,
while drifting across the seven seas
our quest to reach the seventh heaven
with His blessings!


Taz Din
Toronto, June 6, 2025

I would seek endorsements
from my mirror's observance twice.
Once, after waking up,
and the other time before falling asleep.
I struggled with staying focused on both ways
while looking at my reflections.
Surprisingly, the mirror assigned me a daily ritual.
It stemmed from my introverted aspect
from the previous night  
back to an extroverted felicity
when the day started.
I always insisted on standing up for my stance
before I bowed under her alluring spell.

It continued until a crack showed up.
I am now out of focus, leaving myself in doubt,
fearful, forgetful, and hating
everything I am close to.
I regret missing my original self, if I ever get to.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 19, 2025

Why would aliens abduct humans? You ask.
The overwhelming response, "they want to elevate us
to the next level of intelligent beings".
Have we then remained at this dumb level
since our inception? I ask.
You don't have to respond.


Some say aliens created us.
Then I say, they haven't done a good job
if only now they want to do a patchwork
like the way we do to our airplanes, space ships,
after killing many on board due to shoddy work,
or on the surface, due to being greedy and senseless.


I believe we will do a better job with our
AI works as designers for our ascending self, next floor up!
Yes, I grant you that we are half-witted, unconscientious,
but that's us, our essence, we the human, devoid of humanity,
we don't know what it even means.
we can't do anything about it.


Please tell them, I don't want to be
a higher-dimensional whatever.
I have difficulties living within three
as it is, even with prescribed potents.  


But what I do know is we look up at the sky,
pray to the Almighty to save us from our wrath,
also, wish on the side (if you know what I mean),
aliens would come down to save us, protect us,
and create the same void (double dumb down),
for the second time, wishful thinking,
nevertheless, for typical earthlings.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 20, 2025