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

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

We immerse ourselves in the light,
gulping, even if it requires us to fight,
impelled to beg for more or to borrow  
as if there was no tomorrow;

plants and trees in the neighbourhood
know their limit,
give back more than they take in
for their meet
while watching and shedding
silently in the dark
regrets for being near us,
a paradoxical stark.

But we continue for our
wants with creativity
assisting in indulging greed, lust,
a marker of our genome's frailty,
contrasting our music, poems,
novels, literature,
and prophecies handed down
by the messengers,
ignoring rare cultural attributes that
call us to order
in our thoughts and acts, but we
chose to remain humanity's vulture.

We turned the place into an abyss,
a galactic dump site
living with species that are
contented with the entropy
likened to trite.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 21, 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

Ever wondered in serenity
beyond mind & body
a roving stardust
upstream swimming fast
through a portal and into
the realm of a unique you?

Ever probability as an insertion
into the maker's cauldron of creation,
engineered or an evolution?
It is the creator's play at will
rendered our biological marvel,
a quantum array of gluons, leptons,
quirks, and electrons
has its nuance moving along
the baryonic wave of turbulence.

Must we round-the-clock refuel
physiological demand to fulfill
while being alive and recycling that deem
our next-gen follow the same theme?
Are we to find 'why' on a one-way journey
or to discern the divinity's potency?

Yet we are to remain humble
for his dual role
one being his passion,
other is our submission
to know the true meaning
thru tagging, dragging, reciting, meditating
of our holographic reality forever in the making!

Repost
Toronto, June 24, 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

Toiling daylong as the waning sun
winds down on the horizon,
readying the shift over to the crepuscule
waiting on the wing just beyond.

Heaven hears lonely earthlings below,
a feign whining, pleading in a wayward impulse
as the land runs low on game, wild berries,
or dates to eat, and trees for shade.

At the edge of a barren desert,
a dust storm shaped a tall, two-horned human
rushing down in a vortex at a distance,
portends the end is near on day ten,
or a harbinger heeding their pleas,
or maybe God, they had heard so much about.
  
The stranger, who landed, called himself Shaytan,
proclaimed sent by God, on a fact-finding mission,
to solve problems for the first generation
whom he calls "Mudball" under a thick veil of disdain,
and said he brought relief
to get out of their grief
if they followed a simple set of steps
on their own volition
But conditioned a forever commitment
or feel the pain of misery if broken.
Some yielded, but most agreed on an instant,   
Shaytan then rolled out a sheet with scrawl-on,
calls it the "Ten Proposals" and began reading
the verses to the earthlings
waiting around in anticipation.

Humbling and pleasant, a voice, he then carries on,
Dear Mudball, he begins, I intend to give you
a carefree, happy life on this land
until God takes you back to heaven.

Now hear me out, what it is all about;
I propose Stealing,
an essential for living,
limited resources decree
a hassle-free.

I propose Robbery.
A way to man up
and in a hurry.

I propose killing.
It establishes,
"if I can't have it,
then nobody can,"
an ethos for fulfilling.

I propose Kidnapping
cuz it requires fewer efforts
and make sure you gather
like-minded cohorts.

I propose overt/covert sexuality
It is a free natural feed
meets physical need,
and relieves mental lust
whenever you must
while rolling or lying
in the ground or the dust.

And the following endorsements
are for your skill enhancements;
Lying, Jealousy, Pride,
deception and greed
must-have skills, success guaranteed.

Among the above genetic functions,  
I must insist that deception,  
is one, and a most powerful skill
for the utmost survival, a la thrill.

Now disperse, enjoy your time
You have one life to gain fame   
through the proposed traits
we all love to tame
It is genetically embedded
and no need to feel shame.

The "mudball", insofar, turned
into Shaytan's favourite disciples,
while leading the race in venality.
But God's chosen among the rest,
falling behind in the race in virtuosity.

We unmask Adam's descendants like the days
after Iblis's arrival, humanity's weakest link,
the evildoers, now at the helm, lead the world
as promised by Shaytan to the first generation Mudball,
are propped up into a cheerful, lustful, and devoid of ruh,
a pure soul, humanity's mark, warping since
we've been co-inhabiting in stark contrast.

Today, Shaytan's verses are stronger yet,
gaining the upper hand,
and left us out loud besecheeing
for the imminent arrival of
Imam Mehdi or the Second Coming,
a chosen one for us,
a God-fearing or a God-loving
bipedal human being
for the sake of humanity.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 27, 2025

I wanna be in a deep silence
beyond the realm of known sentience
pondering when you slipped back
into your linear dimension with a heavy heart
feeling hurt, without bowing obsequiously
to my obscured one-way love,
an obsession that kept you strained,
an overzealous consequence.

Meanwhile, summer daylight shimmers,
the moonlit night turns nebulous.
And I am far from reaching and mending,
searching for cadence on a broken string.

Under intense scrutiny,
I dived into an unknown reality
a concept of duality, a philosophical oddity
in the fabric of quantum entanglement
crossing spacetime into the ethereal,
an ontological dimension under the concealment.

Maybe there, we will meet up as we meant to be
while spinning each of ours in reverse,
a theatrical display in the distance
set to unravel by third eye consciousness
our fifth-dimensional reality.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 16, 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