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An Absurd Question
By Raashid Naqib
Blessed art thou, for thee, live in the beloved’s neighborhood
Ancient word I do speak since the time immemorial
God knows that for long I have been here searching
For her alikeness; till this breath, all is in vain
Moments upon moments have lived and died in my presence
In my heart, I am as still that I sense the Universe revolving
Who am I but a man that could not grow old like the rest
The one I worship; I despise; such is my inglorious tragedy
Once, way before in time, I was smitten while wounded
Love began with a kiss, afterwards, I had but, no choice
Her name means the one that guides to the light
Her hair is the envy of ivory; her eyes have no match in both the worlds
I entered the old house of wisdom as a scavenger looking for some prey
In her arms whenever I found respite, I decided to tread away
Bury I not in any garden, for, when I die, leave it all be
Let me rot and become my deed, and I have always been this foul
I am scared of what I might become if my heart remains unhealed
Forgive me, oh! My creator, I’ve defiled the soul with my being
I wonder but all alone the wasteland of the life of my own making
Why shall God pardon those cowards who could not see beyond the self?
But, He is God; the most merciful, and the most divine
And I am a human being, who drinks, spits, and cusses a lot
By Raashid Naqib