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THE MAGIC OF EXISTENCE

POEMS TO TRANSFORM THE SOUL

1ST COLLECTION

 

Philosophical poetry written by

Nadeem Haque, from 2004 to 2008

 

 

 

THE SECRET OF THE UNIVERSE

 

At edge’s chasm of infinity we stand

What direction we turn to, is our command

For how we reason to understand

Determines in what abyss we’ll land

 

The universe was created for evolving the soul

Towards the eternal, our never-ending goal

Forget what myths galore have been told

Alchemical delusions turn gold into mould

 

The universe’s secret imagination of God

A seed in spaceless-space did bud

For maximal diversity, quark to cod

To maintain justice we began within mud

 

So do not grieve over bodily death

When sigh shall we on very last breath

For God’s imagination preserves the kernel

On His right side, we’re not infernal

Whence in afterworld, comes rendezvous again

A glorious vision of paradise not pain

 

In certainty’s arms we need not fear

The universe’s secret for all is to hear

Our true destiny’s crystal clear

It’s always being whispered, just open an ear.

 

 

 

THE MIXTURE

 

This universe a cocktail of heaven and hell mixed

 

Where saturated spark of divinity saw fixed

 

As plain as water it could not be

 

For those who wish to learn and wish to see

 

 

 

THE MAGIC OF EXISTENCE

 

The whole of existence is truly magical

 

If you see this not ‘tis truly tragical

 

For atoms inanimate do not seize

 

The feel of an evanescent evening breeze

 

 

 THE MAJESTIC CLOUDS

 

The majestic clouds float in the air

 

Staring at me to be aware

 

For if they happened to be not there

 

Would we have any water to share?

 

 

 

BE LIKE A BUTTERFLY

 

A butterfly dances to the tunes of turbulence

 

Effortlessly fluttering about in the distance

 

Meandering whimsically in space

 

Witness its effortless grace

 

 

A paragon of flaky fragility

 

Yet possessing Olympian agility

 

Once it was a crystallizing chrysalis,

 

If you’d come across it you’d say:

 

“What is this?”

 

That transmutes from a semblance of

infestation

 

To a glorious pattern of animate sensation

 

 

So let this tiny creature

 

Be your flawless preacher:

 

From the cocoon of this world

 

Into another be unfurled.

 

 

 

CONTEMPLATING CONSCIOUSNESS

 

Contemplating consciousness before a plane glass window

 

Beyond translucent reflections incessantly go

 

The life of this world betrays us it seems

 

Past yonder barrier lie realms beyond dreams

 

 

 

 
ODE TO THE QURAN

 

The speech of Divinity in special form

 

Beyond human imagination and the norm

 

Cannot be categorized as poetry or prose

 

Corresponding to reality in any dose

 

Perplexed as we are by its flawless confabulations

 

We are left with outstanding juxtapositions: 

 

Though it be true that the verse is in the Universe

 

I would not be averse to boldly state the reverse!

 

 

 

 
FOREST, FOREST

 

Forest, forest burning bright

In the tiger’s eye of night

What a mortal can’t decry

Is blamed by tearful infamy

 

This is a play on words of the classic poem

by William Blake:

 

Tiger, tiger burning bright

In the forests of the night

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

 

 

 

 

THE SETTLED CAGE

 

 

What kind of hell are we in

 

Living in the turmoil of sin

 

Messed up like spilt blood

 

All eyes with tears flood

 

The innocent faces have been trampled

 

The ‘mighty ones’ take life untrammeled

 

Causing rift between people for religion

 

Joining Satan’s unholy legion

 

But hope still remains for a Godsend boon

 

Of someone to be sent here soon

 

As a mighty saviour of the age

 

To disengage and upstage   

 

The life of rage in the settled cage.

 

Yet gauge the sage within the self

 

As an unopened page, upon the shelf

 

Where it has always ever been

 

But until now, has remained unseen

 

Once cloistered, today unleashed

 

Illuminating myriad darknesses, released.

 

 

 

 

THE RUIN

 

 

The elitists thought they’d rule forever

 

Manufacturing consent was deemed so clever

 

In circumspect, witness the Ruin

 

Of palatial splendour, where nightingale flew in

 

No flitting song now heralds dawn

 

Imperial weeds, graze the lawn

 

A deafening silence, engulfs empty well

 

Echoing an atmosphere of living hell.

 

 

In yonder, a pellucid, beautiful scene

 

Like a physical paradise, it must’ve once been.

 

 

If cognizant, then you must be of law

 

Acting incessantly, without flaw

 

Know that every power, empowers self-destruction

 

Once unbridled by seduction.

 

 

 

 

MALCOLM X-POSITION

Brought to Life by Reason

 

 

This ain’t no ordinary rap

This ain’t no lovey-dovey crap

This is for peace and justice

This is something no one should miss

 

If you want to know about life

Listen to this story of strife:

Don’t pull the trigger

Go figure

You can always turn back

Onto the right track

Believe in human brotherhood

Not in the brother hood

Stand-up to the criminalities of capitalism

Destroying the earth by creating schism

The league of thieves are called peacemakers

Wake up brother they’re only piece-takers

 

That’s the story of my life with flaws

Being a rebel with a really just cause

Incarcerated in prison

Blows to the head every season

Brought to life by reason

Sharp like a knife called treason

To know the truth

It’s unspeakable

They call me uncouth

But I’m reasonable

I wanted to know

Cause I had to grow

Towards a singular divine intelligence

Who was my one and only real defence

 

But when I got out

Sharks chased the trout

They wanted me to conform

To the norm

To reform

But I call it to deform

The natural way of thinking

To avoid sinking

In the despair of nihilism

Trapped by the snare of tribalism

Masquerading as democracy

Nothing but disguised hypocrisy

 

Seeing the truth I’m now rejuvenated

We are one and are all related

How could this I not have contemplated

Must have been intellectual constipated

To the trappings of society satiated

With consumeristic mind inflated

Resultingly and falsely elated

Drunk, which they call inebriated

Forgetting that once we were originated

To die, then to be re-created

 

In your mind you make your own deep hell

The choice is in your hands shake well

Free yourself from your self-created cell

This trance is nothing but a spell

This rap is but a wake-up bell

If you’re smart you will then run pell-mell

From what these devils are trying to sell

To a life that ain’t abysmal…….

 

They call this civilization

Man, they got off the wrong train station

Messed up the human nation

Once pinnacle of creation.

 
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