"fati" poems
Done with thinking because that's for god to do
I am just this appendage of a greater consciousness
Ahab is blameless
in his small existence
Don't quote me
quote Herman and Freddy Nietzsche
They and their hermits
coming down from the mountains
to declare they ought to have
loved their fate all along
Amor fati
Why couldn't we have been stuck in the herd all along
guys who get love and happiness effortless
no need to spend their life in anguish
searching through tomes
found in tombs for eons and eons
enhancing their social aloofness
and their unremembered trauma
'till those sad souls give those pansies confidence
to leave an exegesis of their own
Too smart kid
that decried Christ and
the shadows of a god all around
only to find the search for truth was hopeless
Find a way to dumbly enjoy life again
and you only say again cause
that's all we can control
our memories
and we too often forget
our thought habits
the pre-neolithic mind tricks
on ourselves
Too many MLMs profiting off false mindfulness
missing the point beyond exercise
and short stress relief
Change your thought patterns to love your destiny
That's the best we have
to pretend to have control in this ̶h̶e̶l̶l̶ hole
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 8:49 AM UTC
Ik gal kaha.
Menu 2016 to hi yakeen ja ** gea c
Ki thuhade lai menu bhulna bada easy c
Bcz us time jado thuhade viah di gal chali c
Tuci menu ik war bi nai c dasea
Nd us bhenchod nu pyar kar bethe c tuci
Yaar me kade kisi hor nu pyar nai kita, na hi kade kar paya. Beshak me hor bada kuj kita.
Bhawe oh kudi baji c ya nasha.
Par kisi hor nu kade pyar nai kr sakea.
Menu sala ehi samj nai a reha
Ki me thuhanu yaad karna band kr dawa
Ya ewe hi yaad krda raha
Me badi try kr reha ki yaad na kara.
Par is baar gal kuj hor he
2016 wich me bhul gea c u nu
But etki, gaand fati hoi a meri
Bus ik mar nai sakda
Baki bahro kush rehna penda
Kini war dekh chukea me thuhanu lal rang de choore wich
Sali iko dua nikdi ki maut a jawe menu
Bcz me khud mar nai sakda
*** bi ro reha
Yaad a ik wari, jado apa park wicho di ja rahe c
Te ik munda park wich ro reha c
Te me us time
Keha c ki sala
Kinna pagal he
Munda ewe kiwe ro sakda
Aj oh munde di yaad andi menu
Te meri kahi gal
Aj samj anda ki sala rona ki hunda
Bhen di lun hoi bi meri life di
Sala kite bi dil nI lagda mera
I know u nu mazak hi lag reha hona
Ha me kita bi mazak hi c thuhade naal
Te aj usdi saza bhugat reha ha
Ena jyada tadap reha ha
Pata ik ta banda ro ke mann halka kr lenda
Ik banda andro ronda
Jeda sala andro rona, te usda mann bi halka nai hunda
Bada ikha hunda
Fat jandi he
Rooh kamb jandi he
Sala jad bi kade wife nu patiala chad ke anda
Ta sad song laganda. Badi myshkil naal sad song sunan nu milde
Te bus sara rasta ronda anda me
Sach kaha ohi ik time hunda jad me ro sakda ha te apna mann halka karda ha
Cheeka marda ha, chest te mukke marda ha
Thapad tak marda ha apne aap nu
Sala sochda ki isi bahane kuch dil halka ** jawe
Par kithe.
Nai hunda.
Heena jj, menu pata ki mera *** koi hak nai reha.
Par metho ik haq na khona
Oh thuhanu dekhan da.
Me kade life wich interfair nai krda
Bus menu dekhan to na rokna kade.
Me tadfna chanda ha
Rona chanda ha
Apni galtia krke
Ameen
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Amor Fati!
Sayed Nietzsche and wiped the tears from his face.
did he know the gravity of this insight with heavy clarity?
The grandiose, wishful celebration of life with the acceptance of faith
is but a mask that's too light to stand in the way of the actuality of reality,
We don't choose our faith, we can just accept it and try to love it
But can you truly love something that is staring you in the eye while pulling the trigger of oblivion?
I doubt it.
If you are lucky,
the face of faith is a loving, caring young women
with the future in her eyes,
giving you slight signs about how great it will be when tomorrow comes.
But back to the executor,
what about Him, huh?
How can you take the Ultimate Dismissal with pride and love??
How can you see the mechanics of evolution,
the generation of many different individuals,
with a wide distribution of traits.
Of which just a few golden combinations
are well suited for the specific moment
Understanding, that the rest of the beings,
who have feelings (especially those of suffering)
Will prove themselves unworthy to enter the Gates of the next stage of selection?
I don’t know.
But I do hope you are the one who will enter
I do hope I will too
But my hope is of no effect
We will just see what life shows to be correct
Until then let’s not spoil the moment and save the regret
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
Silvia, rimembri ancora
quel tempo della tua vita mortale,
quando beltà splendea
negli occhi tuoi ridenti e fuggitivi,
e tu, lieta e pensosa, il limitare
di gioventù salivi?
Sonavan le quiete
stanze, e le vie dintorno,
al tuo perpetuo canto,
allor che all'opre femminili intenta
sedevi, assai contenta
di quel vago avvenir che in mente avevi.
Era il maggio odoroso: e tu solevi
così menare il giorno.
Io gli studi leggiadri
talor lasciando e le sudate carte,
ove il tempo mio primo
e di me si spendea la miglior parte,
d'in su i veroni del paterno ostello
porgea gli orecchi al suon della tua voce,
ed alla man veloce
che percorrea la faticosa tela.
Mirava il ciel sereno,
le vie dorate e gli orti,
e quinci il mar da lungi, e quindi il monte.
Lingua mortal non dice
quel ch'io sentiva in seno.
Che pensieri soavi,
che speranze, che cori, o Silvia mia!
Quale allor ci apparia
la vita umana e il fato!
Quando sovviemmi di cotanta speme,
un affetto mi preme
acerbo e sconsolato,
e tornami a doler di mia sventura.
O natura, o natura,
perché non rendi poi
quel che prometti allor? Perché di tanto
inganni i figli tuoi?
Tu pria che l'erbe inaridisse il verno,
da chiuso morbo combattuta e vinta,
perivi, o tenerella. E non vedevi
il fior degli anni tuoi;
non ti molceva il core
la dolce lode or delle negre chiome,
or degli sguardi innamorati e schivi;
né teco le compagne ai dì festivi
ragionavan d'amore.
Anche peria tra poco
la speranza mia dolce: agli anni miei
anche negaro i fati
la giovanezza. Ahi come,
come passata sei,
cara compagna dell'età mia nova,
mia lacrimata speme!
Questo è quel mondo? Questi
i diletti, l'amor, l'opre, gli eventi
onde cotanto ragionammo insieme?
Questa la sorte dell'umane genti?
All'apparir del vero
tu, misera, cadesti: e con la mano
la fredda morte ed una tomba ignuda
mostravi di lontano.
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The hadron collider showed an unknown influence affecting subatomic particles.
“Is this proof of a higher power in the universe?” asked Marianne Williamson.
“Is this Will, is this magick?”
Yes Herr Nietzche, there will always be unknowns in human science as the scientists should have known all along, instead of substituting the most recent names of observations as the replacement of God.
No, there probably isn’t free will but we seem to be life in the unknown with more power than any other around.
This universe may just repeat on and on but what do you do with that knowledge? Can you even help to choose what you choose?
All these past influences and instinctual impulses lead the charge. But there's that spark. That mystery if we can ever really know and comprehend it all with limited senses, time, and minds.
Maybe you don’t have a choice in your life, but you can have the feeling you do. The feeling you can shape your world amid the destiny you feel in your heart.
Practice being a yeasayer to life because that just might be your fate.
Amor fati each time around.
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 9:10 PM UTC
*** tak ta tuci pregnant bi ** gaye hone
thuhanu kuj ni pata ehna thoughts naal kini fatdi he
dil daily karda he ki thuhdae office de samne aawa
te ake dekha u nu
but control kr lenda ha kisi na kisi tarah
daily raat nu 2 mint kharar bus stand te ruk ke janda ha,
ki thuhade ghar wal nu jawa ya na jawa.
dil ena krda ki shyad chatt te tuci khade howe te me dekh lawa
but fer dimag kenda chad rehn de dilla.
kyu tang krna us nu
oh kushi kushi apni life spend kr rahi he
ta usdi life kyu spoil krni
Yaar I want to see you.
fati hoi a meri
thuhanu bilkul bi fikar ni andi?
ki kiwe reh reha hona me?
daily ronda ha
daily yaad andi he thuhadi.
But serioulsy u r stone heart
kash me bi ban jawa dubara ewe da
pehla changa bhalwa ban gea c
jado jalandhar to bad breakup hoea c
*** sala pata nai ki ** gea
us time bi 6-8 months lagge c recovery lai
but is time sala ** hi nai reha
menu bi dasdo ewe da ki kara me
ki bhul jawa u nu
jiwe tuci bhul gaye
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
frightful
nightfall
fearful
fight
a lost cause
losing his sight
denied
he tried
to call his friends
on that fateful night
"to fear" they said
"was to accept your fate"
denied he tried
to lose his face
"thats a load of tripe" i said
to their reply,
"you can laugh all you want,
but they will get you in the end."
they smiled as if i was in defeat
" you do not understand,
your already in hell with me."
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 1:49 PM UTC
This was a rendezvous that was forbidden by the Heavens, Earth and Hell.
There was never any sign of anyone approving it, not even my doubtful but hurtful heart.
It was too late; the feelings are bind to the spell that has been going out for years.
The remedy, the spell to break it, was gone buried deep within the unknown void space we call the Universe.
Only hold on to the present, forget the past,
These words echoing in my head like a loudspeaker, but herald no effect on my addiction,
***** unpolished, impure, I am a jewel that sits undiscovered in the dark.
Waiting the opportunities that prevail but seem too far away,
And grasping to one thing they call Destiny.
Bad, bad, bad; but we think we are good
But aren’t we repeating the same mistakes we did?
Can’t we just accept our fate as star-crossed lovers?
That lays not a finger on each other, but desires that single touch and kiss.
Warmth it boils inside us, but cold we give off each other,
Do we prefer to implode than explode?
Never mind, the pain that accumulates,
This is an intoxicating game,
That witnesses both our attitude in playing it.
Until you die,
Do not exit the game yet.
Because I want us to work together,
To ****** this enchanted curse.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
You cannot judge me, dear fellow
For I was and am to be
Like the moon, stars and sun in the meadow
Here in the great world of dreams.
Yet when I slept, I saw Him beside me
When I had awaken, I was alone
And when I had died no more
Ego sum dominus fati mei...
Ego sum dominus anima et fati mei...
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
The clamor and crash of the crowd
The sharp tongues of the hypocrites
Do not deter me
For I,
I believe in myself
The rules that aligned reality
The prejudices that vacuum me into a box
Do not grip me by the neck
For I,
I believe in myself
The life of a pariah
The fate of the defeated
Tremble me not
For I,
I believe in myself
Days of disaster and chaos
The years of misery
And the heartbreak of living
I shall smile upon them all
For I,
I believe in myself.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
to leave my father
sixty-five and giggling easily into death
my biggest nightmare
but i left because i’m nineteen
and i wanted to giggle violently into the city
my heart will lead me back in
she’ll greet me on the porch with a lantern and paper hands
i’ll be complete and surrendered
and i’ll do nothing for this world
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
mannerisms containing grace and beauty vanquish
when conquering the internet's cruel anguish.
feeding sins with apples that bloomed in the evening
of february to survive in a fast world unreal to the underachieving.
in solitude, her essence blooms despite her
bruised virtuous soul that screams her damnation.
in isolation, the substance of his being thrives in the
waiting room of circumstances that bring prosperity.
reprise a revolution for the modern age of devils,
let them build e-tombs for the sensational forgotten.
encourage the death of language for the birth of a new culture
where the muted can still share words for the world to publicise.
beware of trolls lingering between the lines of text fonts
for a new plague has occurred with no treatment found to cure.
the heat of a blush from "i love you" absent from the screen,
the streets are a little too quiet for the comfort of elders.
do not be frightful for a generation
made from a future a past had conceived.
do not be hopeful for the undoing of the internet.
believe in amor fati, my dear, for this was inevitable.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 4:36 AM UTC
I spent twenty-three years
gathering my army of One.
So, on the eve of the dawn
when all inner-demons are born
and forlorn dreams all bleed at the seams,
the whip-snip of winters wind
will decimate the gold in the day
to proclaim the heir to my king...
and the sacrifice I must pay
for the essential exchange
of any ail-led aspirant
to annihilate any alinement
with the archetype of a tyrant?;
All unearned falsehood must never depart
from any sacred facade held in my heart
lest the lust for Pura Vida be the preacher
to my inner-creatures beseecher,
for adversity is the shunned sage
to those who prefer comfortable fables
and a prophet to those
who harken to heroes.
Thus,
it matters not
any amount of pain that you gained
from playing the truest game
you could play,
with whole heart,
in the wretched world of man,
when now all that remains
are the paint strips flaking away
from the walls in your room
with old age greeting the faith
concealed in your doom
nor, if the portrait of your greatest fate
has forsaken its grace
for the sake of that gorgeous
echoing bellow
heard within the hole in your soul,
for it’s the price all must pay
in the pursuit of being whole.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
I read his books, to cry at night,
If God is dead then show me the light,
Where is the man on the cross, where is the shining knight ?
... that veiled specter and the streak of light ?
Is nihilism a noose too tight ?
Are we living though our final rites ?
Is this the truth or a noise just too white.
Help me God, but alas he is dead,
We killed him and bathed him blood red,
New century, and many still go unfed,
We still wage wars, are we lacking in staid ?
Amor fati ! but I remain afraid,
Has our senses met with a touch of fade ?
A distant thunder... a storm, a hale, a glade !
Gold, Oil and Drugs - GOD to spell,
... rich to richer, poor to poorer - does it ring a bell ?
Widows cry and mums wail,
Father dies and sons follow in a war to fail,
Cruise and thomahawk don't even tell half the tale,
Our inner selves are shriveled and pale,
Where is our aura ? conscience smells stale.
Markets tumble and the poor man whines,
Leaders make speech, claim things are ''just fine'',
Elephants or donkeys, red or blue - jaded bottle, old wine,
Job dwindle, banks swindle - be it wall street or the south of Tyne,
Or cities on the banks of Rhein,
Long queues, angry mob and a shout of "you swine"
... are we cowards lacking in spine ?
If recurrence is the universes' game,
Are we zombies, or just too lame,
So much we do, in an effort to maim,
What we seek is money, power and fame,
Stare into the mirror, isn't our soul the same ?
... and we all have is an ego to tame,
Love and compassion, that is all to our name.
Good and bad, with evil on right hand,
... overflowing adrenal glands,
Our moral landscape seems bland,
Driven by media which is slave to the rich brand,
It is time we take a stand,
Be the Zarathustra, not make castles in the sand,
... else our children will not find a planet too grande!
Is it the last leg for our kind,
... and smart machines are our next find,
Cometh the superman with wires fitted to his mind,
Man was an error, he is not just deaf, but also blind,
As he lacks in sight be it the fore or the hind,
There is not much to remind,
... his death is dated and signed.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
I know ki bada kuj change ** gea he thuhadi life wich
*** mere lai thuhadi life wich koi jagah nai he
heena ji par is baar kuj alag he
apna breakup pehla bi hoea
kai baar hoea
viah thuhda pehla bi fix hoea c
us time ena nai c feel hoea jina is baar ** reha
fati pai he meri
paralysis da attack tak hoea thuhade viah to agle din
4 din hospital admit reha ha
meri kidney ne kam band kr dita c over drinking krke.
me kade drink ni kiti but is baar kiti
rajj ke drink kiti
heena me lakh bura ha
par pata ni is baar bahut kuj alag he
daily ro reha ha
raat 2 nu waje son reha ha bcz u r coming in my thoughts
te neend nai andi
swere 4 waje akh khu jandi he te bcz u di yaad a jandi
i know ki *** kuj ni ** sakda
bcz me kita bura u naal
par pachta reha ha
mar reha ha
maut bi nai a rahi menu sali
kiwe seh paunga eh dukh sari jindagi
samj ni anda sala
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
Sajjan adeeb da song
Cheta tera
Aj repeat te chlea sara din
Sala ena rona aya
Ki krke rakh dita he?
Bhenchod zindagi khrab ** *** he
Meri frnd naal gal chal rahi c
Kripa nam he usda
Usde samne bi roi gea me
Phone te c usde naal
Oh bi ron lag *** menu ronda sun ke phon te
Yaar heena, kidda zigra he tera
Metho eh time kadea ni ja reha
Te tuci es time wicho kiwe nikal
Gaye
Menu pata eh sab tuci bi face kita he
Tuci bi ewe hi roye hone
But sach kaha meri fati hoi he
Hell wali fati hoi a
Faad ke rakh diti tuci meri
Baddua lag *** menu thuhadi
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
No one is making it out of here alive .. Not the obsessive compulsive hand washer who is picky lest he catches a germ no antibiotics can cure;
Not the pious cleric who prays righteously in hope for a safe haven in the next world;
Not the lovers on the tree tops who are deluged knee deep in a hormonal immortality of old;
Not the millionaire who will do anything to have that transplant only to extend his sufferings in this world !
Not even the hedonistic party animals who have anyway accepted their fate.. No! None of us are making it out of here ..
We will cease to be ! Will be forgotten ! Our innards eaten by worms as we become fodder for the grass that grows on our graves .. Love your fate then .. Cherish this life .. this gift to think .. it wades out in to the ocean where we will all meet .. not as an individual .. but as a collective whole _ a consciousness this Earth has inherited and continue to resculpt '
Amor fati _🌹
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 2:26 AM UTC
Mubarka bhene viah dia
Shyad tu aj apne aap nu jittea hoea mehsus kar rahi howegi
Par ik gal
Kaha eh teri sab to waddi haar c
Menu ik wari dasea tak ni ki engagment ** rahi
Bhenchod mere naal
Ewe da kade nai hoea c ki me ik wadda decison le penda ghar dea de against jake
Tere bi 2 waar rishte tute
Us to baad u were enough strong to take strong decision
Tere 2 rishte tutan to baad mud ke wapis ayi c
Us time tu sochea ki me ghar dea di parwah nai krni
Heena ji same mere naal c
Jiwe tuci pehla stand nai c le sakde
Me bi nai c le pa reha
But jad sir te pai
Te meri fati
Me stand *** nu ready c
But bhenchod nu ta agg lagi c mere to pehla viah krwan di
Jad kendi c me ki 1 saal ni viah krwana
Te *** ki ** gea c?
Salie eni agg lagi hoi c?
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
Who'd be good to help make a reason to rise breakfast
because I'm thinking of waffles being cooked
She who stood in our home's kitchen on an early am Sunday
frying MorningStar sausages in a pan
My Mom told her
You cook like how your Mom cooks so perfectly
Any food lover would be a fan
Fatima Z said at the end of an evening program at I.E.C.
I'm going to help a friend now who's deaf
It's an hours drive to get there
As you can see
she's much bigger than a chef
She who on the 1st day of Eid
tricked us saying she wanted to stop at the mall to buy herself clothing
instead came out with Eid gifts for her friends
illustrating Ramadan's lesson of no greed
Fatima Z upon entering the Akhgar crib
cleaned and organized their entire kitchen
No thanks in return did she want
Who does that as a guest
Far from looking like one
she moved around comfortably
working hard with no desire of ditchin
She holding the hand of an elderly lady
speaking Farsi to her as best she could
as she guided her walk carefully to the end of the path
all her focus on a charity
Fatima Z after giving a short speech
on Fati's wedding day
was described by my Father as wise
Her good spirit and happiness filled the air
like can be felt in the month of May
She organized Fati's second bridal shower
Planned with me on the phone late at night Fati's Bday party
Commuted from one distant city to another
to help Fati through labor and delivery
Extremely hospitable
Fatima Z on an incredibly tragic day
offered us something to drink
in our own house
said T
Not only her way
but what it is her beautiful eyes and smile blink
All these thoughts or memories of her came to mind this morning
She I remember
and blown away that immediately afterwards
I reflect that today's the 9th of September
Fatima Z, a lady is she
It's your birthday
from Najwa
She'll likely humbly chuckle
hee, hee
By: Najwa
Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 8:52 PM UTC
Today might be a day full of horror and misery,
Tomorrow, the clouds will clear and a band of rainbow would stretch.
Yesterday is a history, Now the masses are celebrating.
Today, we work on something that happened from Yesterday, and grow, blooming…
Tomorrow is a mystery, waiting for us to unveil and welcome.
No one lives in the now, for we are preoccupied of thinking about Tomorrow.
We have too many questions to ask the Universe, but the Universe cannot reason, nor reply…
Only us can resolve, and rebuilt ourselves. We must take it one step at a time.
Everyone is not on the same boat,
but we are one in the same route or course, journey, and expedition.
Our experiences matter and differ, but it does not matter, for we are in our own element.
No matter what we are and what is our past is, does not define our future, for we can change it now without worrying about Tomorrow and its consequences.
We often claim to be problem solvers,
but we had a hard time to speak of the matters or dilemmas we are in.
It must be a reminder to take care of ourselves and be kind to ourselves and others.
Despite the consequences, we are what we are, and we can change the course of our lives.
There are people who dreamed to sail the coast or the isles, to the islands of dreams.
Many a sailors reached their destinations.
A lot did not made it, and accepted their fate through Amor Fati.
Tomorrow, there will be would-be, or wannabe sailors who will be renowned for, or not.
All it takes is courage and the love of our fate, and to ourselves, then to others who supports us.
The ingredient to a better life is not how succesful we are, but on how we loved ourselves and on how it changed us in a blink, or within the rest of our lives.
If the experiment or recipe did not work, we must find an alternative to produce,
in order for us to proceed.
Typhoons, Whirlwinds, Whirlpools, they’re our enemies, and it’s unavoidable.
Rest is an essential part of our routine.
We must rest in order to proceed and reach our destination.
We must set sail if we are ready, not if when it’s necessary.
Good things come to those who wait.
Patience is what makes our progress work.
If the Universe does not let it happen Today, we must try again Tomorrow.
Figure out the errors and persevere.
For Now, a rest is necessary, for us to fuel our engines of ambitions.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 5:30 AM UTC
Kal jinni meri fati me das nai sakda
Ik
Passe kush bi c, ki badi mushkil naal dekhen nu milea thuhanu.
And dusre paase fati hoi c
Yaar na aawo please
Me sachi bahut okha control kr reha ha
Apne aap nu track te lekema reha ha
Tuci soch bi nai sakde meri kya halat Si aj
Nai samj sakde tuci
2:24 am 15aug
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC