Chaos! “Very soon We will show them Our signs in there selves and the external world until it becomes manifest that the Quran is Truth.” Truth indeed but I dare not separate from my cobwebs I need an extra care, ultimate energy and medicines. I stand the worst enemy of myself, one self wants to be free, and the other, influenced by the evil force, drags me to the slavery, shame and materialism. This infected fatal self demands maximum information (words) from the mysterious treasure but overlooks implementation makes me more talkative with time. Calm self teaches me the great lessons of stillness (silence) and independence. It makes me aware of the recognition of time when the silence becomes a gravest sin (and likewise virtue). This hustle and bustle does make me restless with time, and, makes my dedicated mind always at work. Mind is high flier but I am dark house overall. I am sure that my queer restless soul dwelt in there, my mind; heart becomes jealous (and violent) and thus tortures me, poor thing. I feel I’d have much more sympathy with my heart rather than mind, but, my mind is active (than my heart) and I have no control over it. Wild beast invites soul to his guest rooms and does unknown conversations with late hours. Things like Peace and harmony does not exist inside (and of course outer world, which is no better.) No one is safer in the real sense except a True Lover (like Syed Ali, Good Leader of fortunate hearts.) What I tell you I want to marry my heart (but my mind is my biggest threat) and of course helper too. I am a weak creature; I am the victim of emotional blackmail like things which are a cruel force against my victory (in support of my ruin). My other selves (which dwell in separate premises) are also at war with me (at cold war), that’s why I call myself weak. These selves have a real compassion for me but they leave me the most when I need them the most, with mysterious reasons, eventually, they leave which is a fact. You will think gentlemen that I am telling you all this because I expect your sympathy and am trying to buy your affection and help for me, no ye can’t help me out though if ye try to do so, I informed you, whether you care to listen or not gentlemen, I am trying to speak clear (of which I am in need, because my dependence has reached beyond extreme levels…) actually I seek my medicines by doing this. I am sure ye will think, gentlemen that I am acting guiltily, but, I openly surrender it, only sub-conscious, defeated, self stands as an axis of resistance which caused chaos. Or else you might think that I am speaking out of arrogance and pride but gentlemen who will be proud of his sickness? I was driving your attention to my separate selves, who are also the noble and loyal friends of my heart. You know my heart is with them but my mind at war, they too love my heart in return and likewise hate my mind. Obviously my mind looks over the deeds, it is manifest and common sense I should turn arms against them (but according to) my heart they are extra special (like the family of my wife (heart) which are anyhow special and we should respect them anyway, whatever they do we have to appreciate) Gentlemen I am sure now that you think I am joking and chitchatting here, no, I am in dark service, mutton-chopped, of which you have no knowledge. Since this heart has a different faculty, its phenomenon’s are anti-thought; I am completely ignorant about its mechanism, too. Even mathematics cannot help me here. Obviously you should think that I should consult The One Who designed this whole mechanism, only Who can help me out, didn’t you? But obviously I am in cobwebs, corruption, all means (of transportation) are shut up, it’s the time of battle formation, we are at war. Chaos, every side, under chaos! Exuent!
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 13:50:17 +0000