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Do you know the one thing I dislike most? I dislike it so much I nearly have hatred for it. “Waiting”. This is one thing I go through all the time and I end up waiting. Whether it is work, Whether it is love, or anything else in life… I end up waiting. There are things I am waiting for that haven’t happened yet. The whole thing makes me feel like I am in the middle of an inferno. That was the thought that got me going and I added a little romantic twist to it.
On Another Note: I finished the poem in Ramadan but thought I would wait before I post it. I only lasted a day after Ramadan… I got badly sick with coughs, sneezing, and fever. More than a week into it. I am still very ill. So the poem about waiting waited. I am starting the training for Hajj. A week later than I thought but better late than never. I will be leaving USA for a 45 days trip to India and Middle-East. I hope politically things calm down when I get back in here.
The Poem was triggered by a statement I saw in a movie. “Never take life seriously, because none gets out of that alive”. I asked a young girl how I could give a romantic touch to this. She said, in her perspective, there is no romantic touch. My way of writing is everything touches love, romance, or whatever you call it. I did some twisting and turning and then came out with this poem. The last sentence I stopped halfway through and then I thought, nothing is immortal but God.. so anything that outlasts time should be earned from God. Such is my faith.
Happy Ramadan, everyone. This is the month for God. Whatever you call God or not call, it still makes you faithful. The month that starts like an ordinary day and then will grow into one as a mighty tree that blooms and stays bloomed forever. Everyone must find peace; those who look for it will find peace. Usually, I don’t write much during Ramadan. I may write this year … like I did in 2018. My mind is filled with raw Gems … they need cutting and shining.
The poem started off as a continuation of the last poem. However, I over wrote that version. It kinda went into a deadlock situation where I know the poem may never end appropriately. So I thought I could sit out on this one and then finish it at a later time. Then I thought, why would I write anything that doesn’t have a proper ending or ends up hurting the feelings of myself or anyone else? Leave the questions that came to my mind into the poem and let life in its journey through time and space encounter the answers rather than me guessing what anyone else is thinking.
Ramadan is two nights away so there may not be another poem for a while. During last Summer, fall, and part of winter, I noted many ideas but didn’t get the time to sit and write as work held me by the throat. The whole world praises me for my work. In all honesty, I just don’t like doing it. I never wanted to do this as a job. If I were wealthy I would have done it willingly. This is like I am forced to do many things and be unfair to myself. Kinda in a paradoxical situation. When I was a lot younger I thought I would retire at the age of 50 and live with my family writing more and more. But realities of life like monsters struck me down again and again. It is not easy for someone who knows nothing about me to understand what I am going through. Hardly anyone ever tried to understand who I am in a world of simplicity and humility. Well, that’s what people who believe call fate. To a great extent, I don’t care, as I know this illusion of life will fade away like morning mist and the absolute reality is I accept God’s will, leaving everything as just desires. I may write this Ramadan, but I don’t know what will I write. But I have a feeling I will write. “What is west of Westeros?” I am not thinking like that… Maybe I should look deep into the eyes of someone I want to know. If allowed, maybe, I will call myself the luckiest man alive. Let us see.
When I was on TikTok, I met this wonderful girl who looked like a Turkish Actress. She is from Tajikistan and Lives in Moscow as a teacher. She asked me why I didn’t post any new poems. I told her my reputation with pretty girls is not super, as anyone I wrote poems about stopped talking to me. She told me to give it a try. That was the trigger.
The world looks like falling apart… Well, the wonderful thing is, that time goes through space taking us along. Keep breathing and stay patient. Don’t you know Vulture Is A Patient Bird? About my life…. boring and stuck in a hole… that’s what I can say about it. Well, what goes down will come back up… I will keep you posted.
