Thinking about Nihilism

 

To do the best you can

 

One More

 

A few rhyming words

Remain calm my demons.

I have recieved your summons.

Being apart

has been difficult so far.

I know

this sorrow.

Is a feeling

that does show.

It stays even

if we don't swallow

the truth of all

that was hollow.

Together we put

our trust in that

which grows.

For only it holds

life as we know.

It is good to know

the ones that remain.

After the passing of

a million seasons

who choose 

to be the same.

To love or fear

the game

is to hold

the blame,

onto riches 

and fame.

What comes to position

is the complete rendition

of the time

that flew by

so fast.

The ones

who matter

couldn't last.

The spell that

was cast

doing tasks

before and after

each task. 

Wearing

and removing

each mask.

Raising the glass

not caring 

about your class.

For what lays

deep within

must not surpass

that which comes

from the abyss

of nothingness.

Where all that

everything seems

to be less.

Looking for sense

in competence.

Chance after chance.

Dance within

another dance.

A song that

was sung in

the future

causing alarms

that rung in

the past.

In this loops of time

when we do rewind.

Do we tend to find

a mind

that works the 

way it must?

A heart that

chooses to be kind.

Or is it just lust

for more power

and control?

Over all matter

and souls.

Few questions are better

left unanswered for a

time before

we thought of undoing

the sale from

door to door.

I am not perfect.

I am not done.

I am not confused about myself.

I am confused about everyone.

The harvester of lost souls

The grim reaper came knocking at my door,

asked if  I was the creator of life.

We sat and we spoke.

The reaper had a gun,

I only had a knife.

He said,

if life is a dream for the dead

and death is a nightmare for the living.

When you wake up

are you dead or alive?

I asked him if I had a choice.

He said,

When you are dying to live

and living to die.

Are you dead or alive?

He said,

If the lies are more real

and the truth, very fake.

Is your existence delibrate

or is it a mistake?

I asked him if I get to decide.

He said,

I always had a choice

and he asked me to decide.

To which I said,

when you want more

but have less.

When you keep less

and give more.

are you dead or alive?

To which, he replied,

when you look at me

and I into your eyes.

Is it death I see?

Or do you see life?

Urdu poetry types

 Aage khaai peeche kua

Har taraf hai dhuaa dhuaa

Nasamajh hai mera dil

Isko rokna hai mushkil

Iski hai koi manzil

Kiski doori kiski aas

Jaane kaise bhujegi yeh pyaas

Gaata rehta hai mera dil

Ae dhadkan tu aake mujhse mil

Yeh lafz hai tere kaafil

Itna haar ke bhi yeh thanka nahi

Nahi jaanta kya galat aur kya sahi

Kya hota woh aamil

Jo hota hai haasil

Jab tha nahi koi raahil

Dil jaan aur imaan

Ab hai tere naam

Tu hai mera makaan

Main hu alif aur tu hai laam

Aur meeme hamara jahaan

Vuww

 

To forgive and forget

You shouldn't hurt a person

or be a reason

for their sorrow

and then allow

how bad

or how sad

they feel.

When they reveal

their point of view

in front of you.

You know, you have

made a mistake.

Feeling the loss of 

all that was at stake.

As you look 

at the mistakes 

that were made.

Doesn't suffice

the price

that was paid

Over the fire this

path had been laid.

To walk on it

felt like a crusade.

Like spitting venom

those words were said.

To say sorry and mean it.

To be the bearer of guilt.

To see the mistake you did.

Is not enough if it has ruined.

What once was the best of us.

Having broken the trust.

Now do what you must.

To be sorry

and mean it.

To put in the work

where needed.

Change what is needed.

It is not enough that

you've pleaded.

Let there be space

for healing.

Look within

for what made you hurt

the one you love.

Speak less more self work.

That my friend

is a real apology.

Don't pretend

when you say sorry.

Guilt ridden thoughts

have no power over the past.

Worry untill you breathe the last

but that wont change the forecast.

In order

to feel better

I can't hurt the

one who hurt me.

I will only be

feeding my ego.

Which feeds endlessly

like a blackhole.

Lastly I forgive

not wishing to be forgiven

but because that is

the virtue which

will set free.

Giving me

a chance to be.

If the person has hurt you,

don't just forgive but also forget.

For they will be forever in your debt.

Even if they are not aware,

their soul will keep them there.

Accept that there

are situations

and people you 

can't force.

People change when they're ready.

Creativity moves at its own rhythm.

Healing doesn't have a time limit.

Love blooms when hearts align.