The world is waking up at an unknown crowded street in a city,
Seeing different people of statues,culture and principles,
People of different views,creation and religion,
Everyone and everybody do everything to prove his root,
Sillions of questions wave the sea of heart at this scenery of life,
Septillion of unfulfilled questions unsteady my mind,
But they say do not ask too much to every question of me,
However,I used to wonder,is there more to this psycho?

Ha! I see it; as clear as crystal,
The glamorous part is not the world,
The life I see everyday on screens is as far as Everest to the earth from being real,
The illuminating lights I am seeing roadside is not the world,
The world is not bales of currency,
Dramatis Personae satric it to me,
But that is not the world.

Literature mirrors it to me;
Science base it on conjunctions
Philosophy says it is as it looks- no corners,no secrets,
Commercial people says he who has money has it all,
Church says it is for but till the messiah come
To evaporate true worshipper into good heavens
And leave the sinful ones to witness the destruction of this present life.

Mosque says life is but a test;
Test in ourselves,our wealth and our health,
Drama campaigns it to be a tragedy plus comedy,
Clowns humour me as if life is all joke yet it is not,
Some studies say we are in recycle,come to life to re-come,
But I would believe that when I re-come to life,and still recognise myself,
Life is neither mime no comedy not tragedy nor opera nor tragi-comedy of any shape.

Life is not what it looks to you
Yours is to strive for goodness,value and success,
But the goddess of fortune is busy in her mischief
Allocating the already dedicated script to whoever it may concern
Though seem to be part of,but man is never part of it,
For man is in his sleep of ages,while the goddess is at her wheels.

I say: life is funny,life is not,life is a fool,life is not,life is free,life is not,
The world is at it is to you,
Yours is what world present as life to you,
What life has been to you is The World,your world,
No friends,no companion,no one to complain to,because he who suppose to be is in another world,
It is like being locked up in a cell of no escape,
My world is my life.

In your world,you are the author,you are the pen,
You are the performer,you are the audience,
You are the student,you are the teacher.
Life is but a sexy woman,seducing me to un-wrap her wrappers late at night,
I must bear with whatever I meet underneath when the urge has bring the water near,
I convey the message,blessings be upon me,
From the very first of messenger,till The Messiah,and after me.

- Jimson Jaat Taofik
Indispensable Jaat

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