What is this form or the soul?
Mirage
Mir Mahboob Ali
I have been running after a mirage all my life
I have grayed myself my bones are cracking,
So loud is the noise, I can hear them in my
sleep.
Happiness always lurked without my reach.
Still not a Cynic
Mir Mahboob Ali
I would love to trust my fellow beings
Have faith in goodness of mankind
But very few possess the quality
Of compassion, piety and integrity.
I have not turned a cynic, irrevocably,
Because I still have faith in God the Almighty.
Deep down in my soul,
A churning desire swirl,
To cleanse the world
Of its filthy trash
Bit by bit a mountain,
Accumulated over the years.
Far beyond my reach,
Is a Titanic, Herculean task.
Saddened, I only brood,
Crippled by my rage.
Not at the injustices and disparity,
Mad at my inexcusable inability.
I have not turned a cynic, thankfully,
Because I still have faith in God the Almighty.
Unknown
Mir Mahboob Ali
Soaring high in the sky my soul
Unbounded by the earthly limits
Aspire limitlessly to diffuse
In the vast fathomless cosmos.
Constantly in the infinite quest
Moving round and round in a circle
Bewildered, helpless, it travel.
Where am I, where am I going?
Destination unknown.
Question swirling relentlessly
Nagging, driving me insane.
Resting my faith in Almighty God
Give me hope and keep me sane.
My soul returns from limitless journey
To a limited sojourn, mundane.
My soul know deep in its heart
This is not the time to embark,
On a journey so vastly distant.
It needs time to purify and mature,
Only then it can take the tour,
Go, search for the ultimate truth.
Transition
Mir Mahboob Ali
Death comes to put one to eternal sleep,
How death can come, it’ s dead?
Eternal sleep! What, how can it be so?
Is not passing from hither- a transition?
Freedom
Mir Mahboob Ali
In an antiquated body a young heart,
Is hard to contain in a body so ancient.
Its lively beats almost break my bones,
With each beat I can hear the screech
Freedom, freedom, it cries loud and clear.
An antique cannot be my abode anymore.
I sing
Mir Mahboob Ali
I sing victory to youthful passion
To the brave and the courageous
To the intense intensity of young love
Braving rain or thunder or the scorching sun
Arms in arm defying tradition
Breaking all norms and custom
Not degrading in obscenity
Love is not obscene, serene profoundly
Love is serene sacred emotion
Binding two hearts together
Giving courage to one another
Giving hope and encouragement
In adversity loving shelter
In sadness and sorrow comfort
Sharing sorrow and happiness
Together in abundance and paucity
Braving all circumstances together
Diminishing, dwarfing individuality