Charades of the Work Force

Ostentatious

the behavior of humans

Depressingly sad

how deep corruption seethes

Volatile

their vicious ammunition

Discord abound

it breeds into creeds

Blasphemous

their promises of things being fair

Malicious disparity

is all they amongst colleagues fruitlessly bear

Disgusting

how matters stand from this vantage point

And Allah swt Always Knows Best.

Crossroads No More?

I think I'm at that point on a road, where I want to stop and reassess the things that I have been thinking I want... Perhaps none of the choices I make will be wrong. I am certain that despite the route I take, the lessons will all meet in conformity at the same point in the end; their travels albeit shall remain undecided upon, ie. whether they will be long, short, easy, hard, or somewhere in the mix of it all. In this thought I want to linger with positivity, until positivity its harvest has reaped as proof to show, InshaAllah - Ameen.

The Seemingly Impenetrable Door

The lock on the door was tricky. Seemed like it budged only to reveal that it was actually jammed. Innately faulty or an engineering defect? One would wonder but would fail to arrive at an acceptable mortally conjured verdict. Sometimes this doorway allowed a tiny peak of light from the other side, viewed for long enough to get one to pine for what it could get a glimpse of, but before the eyes and heart could have a fill of it - it was jarred back tight into its mysterious but age accustomed grooves of familiarity ensuring that the latch was back in place rendering all passage through - surely impossible!

All is as it should be? Perhaps only time can tell. But how impossible could a walk through a door be? How solid or impenetrable could a lock be? Why was this step beyond the a-fore crossed, seeming to become more and more of a tedium? On counting, realisation weighed heavy and divulged thus; the number of diligent attempts to walk past the threshold were on a statistically recorded high, but the breaths which enabled them forward, were definitely not just low in power but also noticeably limited.

One day, to see the other side of the door remained a yearning which silently hoped to be fulfilled in its one blessed lifetime...

InshaAllah, Ameen.

A Wily Facade

Cascades of generousness

flow through cluttered veins

Choking - Staggering - Cackling

Why the intertwining dissections

Why the camouflaged perceptions

Haste makes waste

Undefined tastes

Never lasting promises

Chastised praise

All but a deep burgeoning facade

Unlabelled Diagnosis

Uncertainty...

No clarity...
I wonder what people see...

A mystery?
Disparity?
This confusion's testing 

To begin with, questionable sanity.

Uninspired

This was not her call

She was not enthralled

Opaque windows, tinted bygones

On a road yonder

A wanderer in her heart she found

Barricades risen like blooming hail

Wishy -washy thoughts amidst them sail

Amidst the cries that laugh and hurl

Words hollow, blows unfurled

Tinsel town with intricate shadows

Names like tags on pages followed

This was not her call

She was not enthralled

Even on fingers they lasted not;

Numbers few, remained through life's cast

Disgruntled Rants & Voiceless Diatribes!

Sheer exhaustion? Does that make one start to detest human company that makes noise (read speaks)? Anger management... Does that really work? Who decides who gets to manage the ''anger'' of another? Is there proof of how the one's enacting are not NOT acting? Humans are susceptible to anger, because they themselves hold the power to rouse it in another. As with the Promise of our Maker; for every ill that exists on this earth, with in it lies the cure for all ill it holds/allows too. That make any sense out there?

Them all vociferate too much, me thinks!
~ Meh!

Wise, that man |Lincoln, Elbert Hubbard, Mark Twain, Benjamin Franklin, Socrates| which ever of them truly saith:

 ''It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt.''

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She dragged herself out of bed in order to sort out the rifling verbosity that had been streaming with in her head all day... the boom of the song in her ears as she tried drowning out the sounds that pervaded the peace of her being from the outside of her sanctuary... soon to be dismantled and resurrected elsewhere. She did not want to risk profanities and discord to make their way into her already havoc riddled complacence which was her very feeble now. The escaping silent stream that was trickling its way down a crevice warm from currents that had left streaks and creeks in their wake, was derailed; wiped away. She sat up straight with a purpose, or so she thought. When to let it out she sat, escaped they all; scattered and withered much from their excessive abuse today. Reminiscent moments finding their way in at random. Purposes losing their track due to unforeseen troubles... Waylaid? Only time mysterious would know. Dead beat and worn out everything felt. Resolve she mustered yet again and decided to give up trying for now. To silence back she receded... with the boom of the same song in her ears, playing faithfully to a part of her that listened while the rest of her numbed itself back to filling out its crevices and creeks with a warmth that needed some more to flow tonight for reasons she wished not to dissect...

Point of Dissent

''What one allows to get through to one, is what manages to get TO one... Allow it not, and it SHALL not.''

The Goods in the Bads

Perched on my window, I watch from the inside as all things transpire. Some things feel like they are running in slow motion before me while I stand watching; a non participant - and at other times things that happen do so too fast for me to be able to stop and comprehend them in all their entirety; I am left humbled and sometimes also rather stupefied. Emotions have to be one of the extremes, the middle ground screaming of monotony there by not piped about with fervour - for now at least. Restless souls that we undoubtedly are, are moved by the words and thoughts of some participating few that exist around us...

... Why?

Perhaps because of the very nature of them, pleasant words and thoughts that is, being totally unexpected! Such little humbling happy moments are but ones to be wholesomely treasured for they are the little blessings that this life has to offer. We more often than not, pass them on by in a skip of a heart beat, never finding grace with in us to stop and appreciate or be thankful! May such moments never stop unfolding, every now and then, as reminders of the little gifts that we ought to revel in.

Thank you Allah swt for blessing my life with people of hearts, people with a conscience, people who know kindness and use it, people who don't just preach but live with honesty, people who stop to show they care when all else around is chaos personified manifold!

          Alhumdulillah!

Saturated Compliance...

My side of the story...
 

Saturated Compliance
To your Deceitful Alliance
Thank you for the Opportunity
But our Gratitude to you was just a Commodity
Two-facedly out of your way you did go
To blatantly placate and assure us with your ''prowess''
The honesty of Employees you flippantly Frayed
Complying by your incessant rules we quietly obeyed
But like a silent ruse, a goodbye we still feared
On standby we wait, our reins in your hands until you tire
And tomorrow inform us thus, of your plan earlier conspired
That us and our services ''sadly'', by you are no longer required

A Teacher

Hopeless stipend
For errands that never end
Endless bodies to placate
Or otherwise 
They pontificate,
Gamut of sounds
Spinning your tired head
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round...