The Story of Creation

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Mankind is here on this Earth
to do its wages as its will proposes;
the Creator has nothing to do with them!
It doesn’t tax you like governments,
It doesn’t impose “speaking” penalties on you;
If you think there’s a Creator(and there should be One)
and It is the Master of our destinies;
If you think It has authored some Books
to show the Right Path to Its Creation;
If you think It sent Jesus and Muhammad
to convey Its message to one and all;
If you think It has given you a will
to decide between Good and Evil;
If you think It allows you to live as you liked
without blaming It for your own successes and failures;
If you think It is the Supreme Being
the Lord of the Seven Worlds;
If you think Nothing happens without It’s leave
yet everything happens on the behest of humans;
If you think It chucked out Adam and Eve from Paradise
for their blatant disobedience;
If you think It punished mankind for your Original Sin
pushing aside its tolerance and mercy;
Then you are definitely Wrong my friend,
in blaming It for your own deeds;
You are overbearing even in holding Jesus
responsible for the sins of Mankind;
Unreasonable it is to hold Messengers liable-
Muhammad, Jesus, Buddha, Moses and all-
for they did convey what they were ordained to;
Prescience goes hand in hand with changing times-
an over watered plant wouldn’t bear fruit spontaneously;
thus were revealed the scriptures to the Mankind-
as the students learn in stages in schools;
O my friend! won’t you note the prudence
the One and the Only manifests in his signs?
If all goes well your way you are happy
If something doesn’t meet your pleasure
you will to cuss God? oh, no, that’s not fair!
The Creator is No Joke, It doesn’t like jokes
It sees you and hears you all
Without imposing It’s will on you!
As shall you sow so shall you reap;
Rightly Man proposes God disposes;
How could You be It’s judge??
It is mightier than Boss of all Bosses!
If a tiny creature of this earth called Boss
can for your shortcomings
chuck you out without Notice
give you an increment as he wishes;
you have No say against him, do you??
mankind is answerable to the Creator
who has done what he intended
leaving choices for you to make!
It is Not of the same substance as any Boss
but the Boss and his Bosses contain
some of It’s traits;
It is It’s will to be tolerant and kind,
merciful or cruel, glad or angry,
It’s traits are in couples, positive and negative!
It is ALL in All!
He makes the final Decision as It may please It;
Mankind is here on this Earth
to do its wages as its will proposes;
the Creator has nothing to do with them!
It doesn’t tax you like governments,
It doesn’t impose speaking penalties on you;
what perhaps it wants from it’s Creation is
good deeds and It’s remembrance
for All It has bestowed on it!
Let Humankind do its ordained wages
for the eternal soul-bird to fly back to It
freed from its corporeal cages!

The Universe Sucks

Crystal wine may evaporate
and turn into drunken clouds
leaving the coarse lees behind;
The Universe only sucks
On the face of the Truth
listen to what my friend says:
gravity doesn’t exist,
that the Universe only sucks.
To his point of view
I may agree in terms of science;
heavy particles fall down
lighter fines whiz up
Crystal wine may evaporate
and turn into drunken clouds
leaving the coarse lees behind;
when the end comes near
the feathery-light soul
flutters to take a leap
into the sky
leaving the dense body behind
until it rots and turns into dust
and finally sucked into the Unknown!

The Quest For Truth

When the apple dropped over his head
Newton immediately came to know
‘What’ had hit his head,
‘When’ it had hit his head,
‘Where’ it had hit his head,
But ‘Who’ had hit him with the apple,
‘Why’ had he hit him so;
These were the questions,
The source of his imagination,
His inquisitiveness, his surprise,
his quest for Reality, his search for Truth
which finally led to the discovery of
The Laws of Gravitation!

Epitaph Of An Inventor

That poor inventor
in this mound lies.

from dust to dust
to fall after rise

he converted waste
old magnetic tapes into ties

tied a wrong knot on his neck
got gagged and dies

that poor inventor
in this mound lies.

If The Dead Could Talk

Step gently on this ground, stranger!
this ain't no ordinary patch of earth.
I know this trespassing isn't your fault,
how could you have suspected
and known earth's secrets.

Do not be surprised , sir,
no treasure is buried at this spot,
not even a snake's bill you will find there,
this ain't no site for worship too.

It's not even a drug-trafficker's mound,
no hashish or marijuana 'wealth' hidden beneath;
nothing archaeologically significant
artifacts or relics are embedded there.

A barren patch with sparse grass
leveled to ground at the hands of time;
beneath it 'live' the crumbled bones,
hair and nails of a fallen man,
long forgotten long abandoned
by claimants of love once his.

Can you hear the crackling of his bones?
Can you hear the sound of his bleak skull?
Can you hear the shriek of his departed soul?
Oh, no! How could you! You are a living one,
not attuned to the world of the dead;
you belong to a different thriving community
that once i bragged as of mine.

O sir! Tread gently on the patch below your feet
the thumping of your feet hurts me,
it disturbs my visiting soul and the angel
who is noting my life-account
and peeping at you with an envious eye.

My Dear Earthen Wine Bowl

Lo! it often falls off my hands,
crashes into crumbs of dried mud
but I worry not like the King Jamshed
sipping regal wine from his Bowl Of Gems,
precarious, lest it fell from his hand
and shattered into broken splints.

Dear to me is my earthen bowl
which the Saqi fills with amber wine
which my soul drinks to shut the mind;
Lo! it often falls off my hands,
crashes into crumbs of dried mud
but I worry not like the King Jamshed
sipping regal wine from his Bowl Of Gems,
precarious, lest it fell from his hand
and shattered into broken splints;
Dear to me is my cheap earthenware
for if it slips off my hands and breaks
i don’t care- i don’t have to care
like the over-cautious Great King Jamshed
for if his gem-laden bowl broke
he’d have no choice but to wait
until he butchered many a hundred enemies
and snatched from them
another Diamond wine bowl;
Oh, no! I hate to have a gem-laiden wine bowl
Keep serving me crystal wine, O Saqi,
in my favorite earthen bowl
for if it fell off my hands and broke
I won’t need to shed any blood
nor take the lives of my opposing humans
to replace it;
O Saqi! Let me know when you run out
of my priceless earthen wine bowl
so I can get another one from the thousands
sold for pennies in the nearest bazaar
around the corner!