Story of a Doubtful Man

How do you balance out life?
A portion where you have dreams to strive
Another where you ought to socialize
Another when you realize the world is full of lies
Another when you thought you’re called by destiny
When it is only your responsibility

Try screaming your distress out loud as though the world’s at fault
Wolves as friends accompany you in your vault
All saying you’re not the only miserable one
What if it is you whom they do not want?
Come back from somewhere, the world still full of lies
Everyone’s still pretending even as time flies

How many do you see friends who care
When abandoning you is all they dare?
So easy to befriend a jester
Who could create a thousand laughter
So tough to find true peers
Who are willing to share your tears

Distress when you’re busy
Ill when you’re weary

Every morning you wake up and do about your daily stuff
You come to school or office, only to realize you’ve been bluffed
People want you to be
Who they want you to be
Towards your job you try to be sincere
Yet their words pull the strings on you like a puppeteer

Even worst, when you try building a relationship
With a friend whom you wish for a mutual friendship
Yet it is unclear towards you what she feels
No doctors could prescribe for you suitable pills
You wish the bond between you and she will get closer, tighter and nearer to each other
In the end, you’re getting nowhere but you thought from her you’re getting further

You’ve a dream as you seek the true meaning of sincerity
You’ve a dream and you wonder if it is only another responsibility
It can’t be destiny when you desire a meaningful life
Living all you can to strive

You develop your own greatest fear
Because the understanding you desire
Often lead to misperception
You may want to SCREAM in agitation

Who will hear?
Even if they do, for you how many will be here?
Are you done shouting?
They say, are you boasting?

Walking by the roadside
Which path now should you abide?
How do you decide when you your mind knows no black or white?


Yours Truly
Izuddin

P.S: This poem is not a way to offend anyone, neither does it refers to anyone at all

Justice

Peace be upon all

I shall today continue in a few lines of Attar's book (The Conference of the Birds). As said the title, they are regarding justice. Beforehand, allow me to mention a few words.

Love is indescribable
Its flow dwells in man’s flesh
A Love for a subject
Whether Something or Someone
He finds a new strength
Yearn to protect his Beloved
Dangerous trials placed before him

Justice aids him
In battle but not for his rights
But for others he stands and fights

This answers if we should create our own laws to prove our superiority over others. This world has no place for "I", for only God has such rightful proclamation; it isn't solely "You" but "Me" too.

When "you" and "I" meet, it is "WE" shall it be.

A bird questions the hoopoe about justice and loyalty

Another bird said: ‘What are loyalty
And justice, put beside such majesty?
God gave me boundless loyalty and I’ve
Not been unjust to any man alive –
What is the ghostly rank of those who own
Such qualities, before our sovereign’s throne?

The hoopoe answers him

The hoopoe said: ‘Salvation’s Lord is just,
And justice raises man above the dust;
To live with justice in your heart exceeds
A lifetime’s earnest prayer and pious deeds;
And tales of lavish generosity
Are less than one just act done secretly
(Though justice given in a public place
Suggests deceit beneath the smiling face).
The just man does not argue for his rights;
It is for others that he stands and fights.

I must admit how much I love the last two lines. The just DOES NOT argue for his rights; it is FOR OTHERS that he stands and fights.


Yours Truly
Iz


Man's toughest battle is to constantly remind himself what he should do, not allowing any distraction by norms (portraying negativity) and doubts

The Conference of the Birds

Peace be upon all

It has been a while I’ve not updated my blog (not to mention fulfilling my promise). It is because my laptop broke down (and it’s still currently under maintenance). As promised, I shall now share few poems extracted by the book titled The Conference of the Birds. Before that, allow me to give a brief summary of the book –but be warned!

If it is possible, I would to do this out of sincerity. I remember on the night I wrote my previous post, I had a great night. No, no parties or whatsoever I have. However, it was rather blissful whereby I was given a chance for an opportunity. I joined a friend in his business, willing to overcome the rejection of others.

But as the saying goes, people change through time (I don’t know this comes from). I’m losing my optimism (little is spared for my Final Year Project). Plenty drown and eaten by piranhas… all as a result of crestfallen when someone’s world is locked with ONLY selected people.

I’m doing this to fulfill my promise… even if I do not have readers passing by here

Anyway, let us proceed with the brief synopsis;

Written by Farid Ud-Din Attar, The Conference of the Birds is probably a book consisting of poetries as dialogues and narratives throughout the book without chapters. It is with regards of birds of the world gathered in a conference as they hear the Hoopoe’s speech in seeking their ideal king, the Simorgh bird. Through the journey, the Hoopoe clarifies the doubts and calms the troubles and fears of the birds as they seek for the king.

It is not the latter they would find, for as like other narratives, obstacles and adversities are such that convey a message to the readers with regards of each inner-self and the causes and effects which rendered in to deep downfall. Below is an example where a man, shrouded in doubts in choosing (materialism or spirituality);

An indecisive bird complains

Another bird declared: ‘As you can see,
I lack the organs of virility;
Each moment I prefer a different tree –
I’m drunk, devout, the world’s, then (briefly) His;
Caught between “No, it isn’t”, “Yes, it is”.
The flesh will send me drinking, then I’ll find
The Praise of God awakening in my mind;
What should I do between these two extremes,

Imprisoned by conflicting needs and dreams?’

And the hoopoe answers him

The hoopoe said: ‘This troubles everyone;
What man is truly single-minded? None!
If all of us could boast a spotless mind,
Why should prophets mingle with mankind?
If it is love which prompts your fervent prayers,
A hundred kindnesses will calm your cares.
Life is an obstinate young colt – until
He’s broken in by your restraining will
He knows no peace; but you are indolent,
Stretched out beside the oven, warm, content.
Tears temper hearts; but living well’s a rust
That inch by inch reduces them to dust –
You’re just a eunuch pampering his needs;
Your Self’s grown gross, a dog that sleeps and feeds.

That’s all for tonight, folks
I truly hope I’ve fulfilled my promise
Ever since my laptop breaks down, I’ve loads to share
After all those events I had prior today,
This blog is yet to be considered for termination

How could a man guides others…
When even he needs guidance?

I’ve not forgotten the reason why I create this blog
Check the very first post of this blog if you wish for the answer

Yours Truly, and forgive me

Izuddin

P.S: A seed of infatuation is similitude to a spark on a wood. If left unattended or mended, it “blossoms” and perish the wood into ashes

I had once love a girl for two years; if this infatuation is unstoppable, love may soon be my illness