Uncomfortably Numb

There is a silent surrender going on. The demise of humanity, the death of the very soul. Who did it and how it happened is irrelevant now, it has become a matter of survival. The thinking man has bought his life in exchange for silence. Those who teach, teach hatred, those who preach, preach death. No boundaries, no limits, murder of innocence, a mother of 60, a beloved son, a passionate teacher, just statistics. Destroyed lives, broken families, the innocence robbed from a child's eyes replaced with fear. Greed rules empty lifeless hearts which cannot feel, all consumed with wants and desires, the lust for power, the destruction of faith. Words like love, loyalty & sacrifice long forgotten. Such barbarity, such cruelty, sermons of hatred, and those making them on pedestals of highest order. They ride on the shoulders of mindless drones conditioned to never question, to look the other way when they hear screams. For there is safety in burying your head in

Coming to terms with the new realities of life is never easy. For those who need closure and can't get it, this road becomes even more treacherous. For those looking for solace from words it becomes apparent that words can can only at best be a temporary respite. For true peace of mind can only come from within, from the realisation that this life is just a mere illusion of permanence and nothing lasts for ever. The only truth eternal is death. Those who seek meaning find it in the smallest details and those who love the ignorance cannot see even if the truth stands affront. Like most of us I was a believer but had no actual experience of the existence of the almighty and wanted something that would bring everything into focus, that realisation came last year. I have never felt despair like I felt When I was at Sharjah bus terminal where I got the news of the accident of my wife & children back home, for some time I was just numb, didn't know what to do, where

Standing at the precipice The light of dawn beckons You are my prayers A proof that God listens As we start this journey Hope of future that glistens Prayers for a life of happiness Prayers of peaceful visions I give my self to you Wholeheartedly without divisions You are the dawn I waited for Promises of everlasting affection

This was How I choose to remember you. Goodbye.

You ask so many questions You know the answers Why can't u see Seeing you in pain  this too is hurting me You said you would understand  You made no demand As I take my hand Look closer It's bleeding too Life's bitter truth  Nothing lasts forever  Let go which holds you back Hold on to what you cherish For memories are what remain As long as the soul lives As long as the breath lasts

In life's journey  We shared many a meal We laughed we talked prayed the wound would heal We shared the pain we had Moments of happiness we could steal As my destination grows near I must say goodbye I fear Never to see u again  But never say I don't feel you pain  All the happiness may find you All the blessings may bind you May you feel His presence  May Allah be your essence  May he take all your fears away May you have peace let the pain decay  In my prayers you'll always be Your tears none may see In my heart there will always be A prayer, a glimmering memory

Once I believed in absolutes. Absolute justice, absolute values, absolute devotion and absolute loyalty. Looking back I cant help but laugh at my naivety. I realise now that the flawed nature of human condition, which has proven to be the case again and again, makes it impossible to expect conduct which is devoid of a hidden agenda. It's hard not being judgmental when the people around your existence, the ones you trust the most, are the ones who break it. The inner circle of your friends and family and your loved ones are the people you trust without a doubt and because of this the hurt caused by the betrayal is amplified.  Once a person is marred by some sort of betrayal or deception he becomes vary of trusting new people and perhaps rightly so.  I am talking here about the time when emotional trauma of any kind has already happened and one is faced with the task of getting hold of the shattered pieces of ones self.  The question that why didn't the one confront t