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May 23, 2006

Broken Heart

“Hearts open up only when they are broken”. This is just supposed to be a quote. I fully understand the voracious depth in it and I understood it much better when a friend read a piece of writing done by me. He said “you have opened your heart out”. Now that piece is none of my concern now (when I read it a few days ago, I couldn’t stop laughing at myself), what concerns to me is the reason my heart was broken before I had written that. I found many answers to it and boiled down to the belief that I was immature with my understanding of reality, and unpractical with my dreams and desires. What came out when my heart broke is still inside my heart (though I laugh at it). No heart can be broken from outside.

Birds

All birds of air flying so high,
Down they stare intending to spy.
The beauty of their smooth flight,
A distant yatch sailing in delight.
Their chirping - a mesmerizing faire,
Bountiful sweet songs filling the air.
Above the beak are the lovely eyes,
Curious but shy hiding the spying lies.

These birds are the highest of all lives,
Not the ones that just fly in the skies.
They are a single species and they rule,
Beauty and charm make the other drool.
Trying to understand them is forbidden,
A gift to man – blessing better off hidden.
Gorgeous, elfin, naughty and shy,
All birds of land flying so high.

May 15, 2006

Reality is Larger than Life

Long ago, while reading a review of a book, I found the author saying that ‘heart’ is a mere poetic technique. I agreed at once and I shall continue to do so. But then I was also aware that it was me too who also says “my heart says…”. I understand this is just a small expression of emotions and it is actually the part of our brain that controls our emotions that says this. Being practical makes us aware of the way our emotions are controlled by our mind and being conscious helps us control our emotions.

Sometimes we are into such great depths of our unpractical emotions that we began to feel our ‘heart’ speaking out. This is all but a simple justification of the fact that even emotions ask for practicality. The ‘why?’ asked by our heart may not necessary be the ‘why?’ we want it to ask us. It may be asking us why we are into such a state and why we are not conscious of the present realities and also the ones that seem obvious in the future.

Now this is where poets, or people who like to be poets, try to capitalize. This subject looks always interesting to the reader and if the ‘poet’ does happen to have some talent by chance, he succeeds in writing stanzas that please the said readers.

When our brain has to think more than the usual or faster than the usual, it needs more blood for energy, and it makes our heart beat faster. It sometimes so happens that though we do not want to think much, our brain knows that a particular situation asks for consciousness and subsequent thinking, and it makes the heart beat faster so that should the person decide to be rational and think, he shouldn’t find any difficulty in doing so. The brain here is asking us to think. That is, I feel, the only reason our heart beats faster even when we have not done any physical exercise. And I suppose all this to be facts and not theories.

Sustained rational thinking realizes us to the understanding that we, by all means and complexities, belong to ourselves. Though some other person may posses us implicitly, we still are an eternal possession of our own being and no one can change that. No person can own, or proclaim to be owned by, any other person as long as he is in full control of his mindset and physical life. Any further ‘ownership’ is self-contemn and that is a sin. It is an end to a person inflicted upon him by himself. We only belong to God and by His exalted wish, we belong to ourselves partially.

Let us not besiege our dignity with senseless emotions. We often do this when we decide to fall for people who too may think that this is alright. We need to realize that we should stand for people rather than falling for ourselves. Who would love or respect a fallen man? The wood of a fallen tree is useful only as firewood, but a live tree is very helpful to the mankind in many ways.

When we attempt to recreate or fake reality, it ceases to be reality anymore. Living in the present is an affirmation of a past reality that has passed away and an assertion of the future which is a more important and bigger reality.

May 2, 2006

A Smile on My Past

I took to the street with the entire crowd,
Weakly bubble-like open and no shroud.
I knew my weak back had many eyes on it,
All the landmarks I crossed gave me guilt.
My try to elude the past would be a victory,
But I head a whisper reminding my history.
I knew my dream asked for benevolence,
Turning back could be a disastrous severance.
I bowed my neck and smiled at the whisper,
Then looked up and walked away in a whisker.
My smile at the whisper is a smile on my past,
It is all over but it’s voice will be there till I last.

©2006 Zubair