The Unloved & Untraveled
 
Lord!
 
How could I ever remember You?
Remembered You are immemorially by Yourself!
Oh my screams! When to deliver
My Self from the amnesia’s bondage?
You are the memories, the relics of Yourself
You are that sought after Lover seeking after Yourself
 
My Lord!
 
Those who reached You [1]
What other than sorrows reached them?
Those who beheld You
What other than smiles reached them?
 
What more graceful than Your remembrance?
What more jubilee than Your pleasures?
 
O! Miserable Self
Remembered only your Self
Took notice only of your Self
Nothing whatsoever ventured
Of that Beloved’s Essence! [2]
 
That untraveled Self what destinations ever traveled?
That unloved Self what Beloved has ever loved?
 
End.
 
 
The Royal Highness, the Sultan of Love, once loves a slave her heart again and again breaks!? And I that drunken horseman sipping the wine of her sorrows droplet by droplet. Whirling falling upon the terra firma of mine sun-baked unloved heart; I am part-man part-pain not alive and not dead.
 
And when the vexed waves of her sable sorrows billowed upon the untraveled Saharan desert of mine heart, suffused with her darkened color the loveless sun of my Self set and eyeless I saw the glimmer of the resplendent beauty of Beloved’s face a smiling nova within my heart blossomed.
 
Hearken unto her screaming skin, “The divine eye-shadow upon mine eyes and Beloved gazing through my vapid stares sublime”.
 


[1] First question refers to the life of this world, and second question the life after.
 
[2] You assume you are thinking about God and you think you are remembering God but nothing about the Majesty ever fits within any object in this universe. Thus be not arrogant and foolish. Its attributes and actions about It are performed potently by Itself and we are entangled inescapably betwixt.


Background: African Mother dying from AIDS. Tell me who lives within her eyes?


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