Reality

Reality is the platform of possibility.

Purposes Align

The young flower that I pray is not seasonal,

Thoughts spread across the blue sky isn't rational,

Every breath counts a milestone – a start and an ending,

Time is neither friend nor foe to either it is not fending,

The wise cherish it dearly, excel at nurturing and using it,

The ignorant sneer and scoff, in effect promptly losing it,

In all it’s three we struggle to comprehend,

Hence allow me your attention I will attend;

On the past we grapple, argue and fumble to no end,

Struggle to dominate with opinion without amend,

In the present resides what we are yet to appreciate,

Fading to the past that which we cannot reinstate,

To the future we boast of what is yet to come of fate,

Having no knowledge regarding what shall dominate,

Lives intersect, crisscrossing and intertwining not by any choices,

Yet man revels in imagined influence, and his puny mind rejoices,

To Almighty we turn, praying that our purposes align,

That all is well with the world, that all will be fine.

Succumb

The attack came in waves,
Effort to stay the flames,

Much as I tried to amass,
Defeated inch by inch alas,

Like a lost scruffy beach bum,
To the enemy slowly I succumb,

As it rose to claim the fight,
Slumber displaying its might.

A Spark

Slowly but surely Senses drawn to a scent,
Previously dulled by a tide of mediocrity.

A spark in the dimness awakens Synapses, striking. 
The CommonSense alarms blaring - run, run! 
Senses hesitate - to listen or to shun?

Confusion reigns, as the senses enquire; in which direction?

Confound you! Yells CommonSense, as it signals Caution to come forward. 

An Era apart, enslaving Senses and creating despair. 

The stage is set, for the heart's unrest.

M Mahmud

The Muddle

My thoughts in a muddle,
Tears drown in a puddle.

Scratch, scratch, it is a lovely itch,
The more you tarry, the harder to stitch.

Float on a cloud of dreams, a willing castaway,
The climb back to reality, a price hard to pay.

Feels so nice! Descending slowly in the fall,
Caution to the wind, it is my life afterall.

M Mahmud

Weekends:

A short period we delude ourselves into believing we deserve a reward earned for 5 days trying to make a living.

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The Meaning of Time

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The meaning of time:

For kids - history class lasts forever.

For teens - they know everything about it and they have plenty.

For convicts - time stopped, even though they didn't do it.

For employees - it is the uncanny and painful length to the next payday.

For scientist - it's only a matter of it.

Stepping Off

Pitty patter, the footsteps completing,

Pitty patter, a pathway to life receding.

Growing weary of effort to smile, to please,
No, no more – ask me not to say cheese!

Not afraid of the passage of time but of age,
Upon us all, yet ponder death for it is a haze.

Having faith in the promise of Afterlife reposes,
Though a constant reminder must come in doses.

The world goes around spinning like clockwork through space,
Throwing us off one by one as we reach the grand finale apace.

The universe broad in design profound in distance and time,
To a human mind limited in scope and era, devoid of shine.

Step daintily on tippy toes for what you build will be left behind one and all,
As for surely the time will come for each of us, one by one to take the fall.

The colourful acts left behind, unintelligible,
Yet the value is in the deeds, intangible.

Avoid not the inevitable fall, as we leave port,
It is the posture of departure that is of import.


M Mahmud
29-10-2017
New Delhi

The Donald

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Cameron Gorbachev

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