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Original: 5/24/2008 12:25 PM
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Saturday, May 24, 2008

 "Like some passing afternoon..."

I keep posting with extended gaps. It's not that I'm lazy, which I am, but there just isn't any poetry anymore. Not even to write of. It's not that the world has changed, but my heart has. I was sifting through some older work and I was just so amazed, that even at the early stages, there was something beautiful to be found in all things. It's said that the heart is a mirror of the world around us, and like any mirror, the clearer the glass is, the fewer smudges and stains there are, the clearer and more colorful the picture. So then the lack of poetry isn't because I've lost my ability to write either, but something else entirely. Something far more intrinsic and important.

You always hear about people "jading" with time, with experience, with age; but I wonder if the jade is a natural outcome of things, and not just a choice we make because it's easier to stop caring. I hope not, it would be awful if this were an non-undoable state. No one likes to hurt, but if that means I can find things beautiful again, it would be worth it. Nothing can be worse than unhappiness. It would definitely be worth it.

In any case, here's something a younger heart found beautiful. I'm not sure of the date it was written, it was typed from a sheet of paper three years ago (I'm guessing) so it's safe to assume it might be from four years back.

Enjoy.

There is a tree outside
     this window.
Standing so still
as if a picture painted on the wall
a thousand little yellow leaves
   still asleep
the topmost branches bare
    balding
The wisps of cloud hang
     motionless
in midair against the softness of the blue.
Unwavering sunlight
Unflickering shadow
And I am sanctified, in the
calmness of this 8:15 morning,
as the first little yellow leaf
bathed in sunshine.
    —me
        8:18AM
        Daley Library
        3rd floor spot.

God's Peace
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Yeah I know what you mean,
funny how similar the situation is here as well,
I'm surprised anyone likes my writing at all now

I think it has to do with perhaps becoming disconnected with yourself, or being unable to find the same things that inspired you once but not anymore. And sometimes, like in my case, you just don't know what happened. You want to blame it on the fact that you've become busy, or lazy, but sometimes the answer just isn't that simple, that easy...

by the way,
you said "non-undoable"
double negative :P
Posted 5/24/2008 11:49 PM by syedanoor - reply

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@syedanoor - 

hah, you're right that is a double negative. but if you read the blog, you'll notice I make up words as I need to, or feel the need to. As a rule, English is so beautifully flexible, it's a shame people aren't more creative with it. Also, originally I'd written un-undoable, and tho that sounded better, it seemed to be a technical impossibility, so I changed it to non. You'll notice that the word before it has the leftover "an" from the previously used vowel "u" from un. it would just have been safer if I'd written the sentence using "weren't" instead of "were". kthxbye. :)
Posted 5/25/2008 12:04 AM by Bhaijan - reply

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Salam Saud,

Hope you're doing well there and I'm hoping that you'll finish your studies and eventually add MD to your name : )

Posted 5/27/2008 10:22 PM by emam - reply

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@ your response to syedaanoor - I think you could have a fun conversation about linguistics with Professor Noam Chomsky.

@ your beautiful post - I doubt my mirror was ever as shiny and polished as the one that reflected this tree outside the window. Pray to al-Qaabid wal-Baasit. Perhaps you'll escape the same crevice we're both stuck in.

Wassalamualaykum, hoping to talk to you soon!

~Fahim
Posted 5/30/2008 12:09 AM by fudge166 - reply

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As long as it isn't broken, nothing a bit of vinegar and newspaper can't undo.
Posted 6/1/2008 2:34 PM by Servant_of_Allah - reply

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hey - you have the same name as my brother :)
Posted 6/13/2008 8:53 AM by nshamim - reply

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it's strange, but you described quite accurately the same kind of 'writer's block' i am experiencing these days. i was going through an old folder and was genuinely shocked [in a good way] at the things i conjured up. which makes me wonder whether i have lost the ability to or whether i have stopped using that ability to carve something out of anything. nevertheless, it's nice to know i'm not the only one still struggling to rediscover the fresh mind that found beauty in all things.
Posted 7/28/2008 7:01 PM by Dj_Raz - reply


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