Saturday, July 14, 2012

Desert Nights

Exhaled the deep rooted malignity of purpose, I crept away into the silence of desert. Opened my eyes into the stillness of night sky, I was filled with the sprinkles of brilliant stars. The coolness of moon had caressed the white sand, the chillness in summer was tossing my warm heart. O' Yang you have blamed me for so long, everyday you asked me to live like a desert raven. The master says, "fly my bird, go and bring me a meal". It flies high over the barren land, and comes back with a delicious meal. It never asks 'why' to its master, it just flies high in search of food. I used to laugh on Yang's wisdom, "poor bird, one day it will be my meal". When I asked you "why do we live?", you replied "we live to live!". Never convinced, I moved ahead in the quest of truth. My heart was pompous, my brain was sharp, of course I was higher in thoughts than you. Yang, your success and gain are nothing, one day you will be dust, and what with your name? For the purpose I strive, for the want of life, while you were on float in the river of life.

Ah, the stillness, that melody of stillness! Like forty days between the stars and sand. I counted the stars and the grains of sand, none was greater than the other in count. An ant crept on my elbow, in romance did I talk to her, she was beautiful, darkened by the hardship of Arabia. As the night passed, a buzzing sound deafened my ears, was it a jinni or a humble mosquito? How could a mosquito live without water? Puzzled, I still gazed at the stars. The contour of the moon was carved so strong, I grasped the sand and it oozed through my fingers. I asked myself, perplexed and disturbed, "O' God if you are there, will you prove it to me?"

It was a question alien to my mind, everyday I woke up in faith and will -My destination is God and I am nearing my goal. But alas a question, faithless and raw. Like an unbelieving junk of flesh, so has I become. O'   , I couldn't pronounce his name. What shall I call him without any belief, who shall I call now to share my sorrows. O'   , the void that was inside my heart, is now filled with tears from my eyes. In unbelief I gazed and the colors have faded, the moon had lost its contour and the ant was just a blackened insect. My romance had lost its wetness and my poetry had lost its rhythm. O'    , when will you return to fill my heart, the precious spirit I was longing for. The goal is lost, for I don't know whether there is any goal. My belief has lost because I don't know if there is a '   '.  Straying like a wanderer without any destination, my life has gone from purpose to process. The tinier I felt under the brilliant sky, the tinier i felt my need for the quest of truth. 

I met Yang, and I said he was right. My failure in the other world embarrassed my dreams. Early in the morning I left for this world, joining with Yang I piled up the stocks. It went away like a gamble, lost in this world. Ah, this world was my wine, where 'why' is forbidden. Richness and glory were all along, ah never exhausted with the heaviest of stones. Averse of death, I moved my life - "This life is everlasting", I cried to my soul. Certainly with the smell of death, I would regret this purposeless life. O' desert, what you taught to me was not what Moses said, I became the opposite of what I was before!

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

A Race of Hope

The glimpse of the last thread of sun,
I heard a voice between the legs of an unfortunate mother,
It screamed to the voice of its heart,
Lo! The nurse exclaimed. "Its a baby, but..."

It was just another night,
The birth of a new human race,
Like the girl with four hands,
This was just another mutant.

Millions of mutants have passed by,
Double heads,  sickle cells,  blue skins,
Many suffered, many dead,
And human rejoiced for its own genes.

The baby, I name him Aeam the First,
He grew and aged with strongest of bones,
His brain was sharper than the sanest of men,
His skin was glowing brighter than the moon.

Every boy in the town envied on him,
Every girl he met, fell shy for him,
They felt like apes in front of humans,
Who knows if the reason for the rage of apes!

Aeam the First, was another animal,
A seed from the Darwin's tree of life,
All he wanted was to spread his genes,
Struggling his life than anyone on earth.

One day he went to a forest in depth,
He saw a rock in the midst of the jungle,
He went on to the height to sit and ponder,
Then, lo! there was light upon light!

O' Aeam the world is created just for you,
Cut the trees or mine the gold
Slave the humans or kill their kids,
All you want is to spread your genes.

He attained the Nirvana from the trap of sympathy,
He went out in search of women and food,
His brain yielded the best of science,
His strength created an air of power.

Men from all the towns debated on Aeam,
Some said he needs to be killed by law,
Some said he needs to be conspired to death,
While others suggested to experiment on him.

On the seashore of Europe some held the cross,
They ran in nude in favor of the First,
Their sympathy overflowed their own intellect,
By Gandhi and Buddha, we swear to help him.

Who knew austerity has little with nature,
The cruelty of nature we admit as law,
But who knew sympathy would be a disaster of a creed,
Azmath! Did you mean Gandhi and Buddha were wrong?

Aeon the first, with his thought and mind,
Went to Europe to swear on the cross,
Obliged his asylum with the cleverness of character,
He was just one among the men.

One guy from the past had another love,
He went to Europe in search of food,
Lost in the woods from any women,
He mated with a girl from amongst Neanderthals!

Aeom, had a heart stronger than before,
He was fifteen with a sack so large,
The pressure beneath led him to break,
He mated with a girl, a Neanderthal for Aeam.

The glimpse of the first thread of sun,
I heard the voice between the legs of a fortunate mother,
It laughed to the voice of its heart
Lo! The nurse exclaimed. "Its a baby, but..."

The dawn of a new race of hope,
Aeam named him Afam the Second,
And the third was a girl, born from another mother,
Aeam named her Ewe the Second.

It went on with the strength of the cross of Europe,
Generation after generation they bred with vigor,
The third of our dimension were the second for them,
Even the Jews of Ashkenazim were apes for them.

The cross was nailed by the envy of men,
Gandhi and Buddha were veiled from love,
Men and women, Kings and Presidents,
United for a cause, the cause of humanity.

They declared a war with envy and fear,
They envied on every Aeam and Ewe,
Men are not new to genocides,
with pride in their numbers they went for the war.

The war was a struggle for the existence of life,
The war was forced by the nature of course,
The war was shaped by the tooth of a lion,
It said, I sympathize on deers but they are my food.

Azmath, I can't blame the cross of Europe,
I can't blame Buddha or Gandhi,
If men had recognized the superiority of Aeams,
It would be just another branch from Adam.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Lullabies of a Drunken Slave

Quash, he yelled like a molten brass,
It took away a screeching string,
He felt lost in the sound of hound,
Quash, he yelled like a molten brass.

I thought if he was sane on mane,
He took a string from his vocal cord,
He put a wire on the drunken horse,
Quash, he yelled like a molten brass.

Shrimped, preluded, he approached the basin,
Whack, he stud the water with force,
Hell, this water, it puts us to sleep,
The flamingo was beautiful than this ugly beast.

I stood with awe at the basket's robe,
It released the amount of a full fledged box,
Screech, he cried to the whitish maid,
She took her hand to his scrotal sack.

He yelled aloud to save his seed,
He stood aghast at her feministic pride,
How the world has turned around,
Freedom has led into multiple faiths.

It took a while to settle from this,
And he yelled and yelled until his blood was dried.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Are Human Beings a part of Nature? (continued)

Just walk through a jungle, and you begin to marvel at the beauty and complexity of nature. If you come across a huge spider web, or a beautiful bird's nest, any person of thought and understanding will pause for a moment and ponder about it. You may glorify God, or appreciate nature, and for a few of us it is a very sentimental emotion.

But once you get out of the jungle, to the luster of human hands, it is usually on  the other extreme. Some people curse the artificial development, others may feel a kind of regret from deep inside their hearts - 'Where are we leading to?, 'just think about the harm it causes to the environment', 'development at what cost?', at least I feel that way some times. All the great business men, and the lords of the capitalistic society have something in common, they were pioneers in development. Some made money selling oil, others constructing bridges, or building computers, and in all the cases they were utilizing nature and exploiting the natural resources.

But there is a very genuine question in between all these pragmatic thoughts. Aren't human beings also a part of nature? You glorify the beauty of a bird's nest, but why there is a hint of guilt when glorifying the marvelous structures human beings have built? If nest is natural, the laptop that we use is also natural. Whatever man makes is also natural. There is nothing artificial in this whole world. It is a part of evolution. From a tiny inorganic molecule, the evolution has progressed through billions of years, and we stand here with a complex  link of neural networks. And with the help of the same neural network we build robots and spacecrafts. It may be a part of evolution, the way evolution progresses in an exponential scale, leading to more and more complex systems.

In future, it is quite possible that we make a robot that is self configured to sustain itself and intelligent enough to build its progeny. For example, if a robot is programmed to, fetch energy when its energy is low, and programmed to procure and construct a similar robot, then the generations of that robot will be continued. And in the unavoidable circumstance of mutation, there are chances of eventually evolving into better robots. And, at that time robots will be seen as a very integral part of nature.

"And His are the Ships sailing smoothly through the seas lofty as mountains" - 55:24, Quran