This poem is a part of me, it is me. I wrote it to describe a feeling that overwhelms me much of the time.
This world is not mine
This world is not mine
What am I doing here?
For its people I weep
For their condition I grieve
I try to help
To bring them some reprieve
It is not my world
My place is not here
Whatever plane of existence
Whatever state of mind
Whatever we do
All meaning is lost
Pointless are our pursuits
When detached from the divine
States of being are obscure
Yours, ours, mine
All a hotch potch, a mess
In its very deceptiveness
Its beauty is but its tool of deception
Sickening paths upon reflection
Fears of its people transform to greed
Their beauty, superficial
Like a web a spider weaves
Enslaving, disrupting, consuming
Human beauty and its attractions
From reality, potent distractions
Tools of deception
The longing for closeness
Togetherness
Apart
There is no escape
A soul created is forever trapped
Whether this world or the hereafter
Existing upon consumption
With life's every resumption
Only leaves one assumption
Trapped in one shell or another
Only one solution to discover
Moods that come and go
As sadness and happiness flow
Taste of opposites to know
Only with God can the spirit grow
Giving us experience
Unlocking secrets within us
We grow with every pain
As it hurts and we exclaim
Oh God, help me
All else scoff when I complain
I know that you always hear me O Lord.
Reassuring me with your Mercy and Grace
And the promise to behold Your Beautiful Face
Not in this world, this is the wrong place
Allah, to You Alone I appeal
None else is genuinely real
In this world, I see little
But need met with greed
I see the pain of my fellows
I see hearts as they bleed
I see the suffering caused by our deeds
I see what shames me of my need
How I long for an escape
I think of nothingness
A delusion away from this illusion
This shifting world of pain
With its cycles
With its disdain
With me in it
With no ability to refrain
O Allah, to You Alone, I complain
I await my duties' finish
To see, if I am permitted
Bliss on the next plane
Keysar Trad ©