Adventure in Self

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         Adventure in Self

 

I write some phrases, but invisible,

Part with my soul, both indivisible

In subtle robes; soon I shall attire,

My soul’s my abode, ah both afire.

 

Confound me! If ever I call it verse,

But thru lute and lyre, I’ll rehearse,

My aching heart; in the deep pain!

Loud shrieks, never to end in vain!

 

’Tis wrong if someone says, guess!

I’m ever beyond, why make a mess,

Nay hankering after, honour or fame,

Douse the fire, I’m never that flame!

 

In my wilderness O none wanders by,

Blind yet I explore; vision in that eye!

My humility; my bliss, my adventure!

Into mystery, love alone can venture!

 

I live beyond jubilance, and the mirage,

Silence’s my eloquence, ah dumb I rage,

Eyeing my cup, a heart bleeds ruby red,

I sensed some whispers, and tears shed.

 

 

 

Even a murmur, if it rings into my ears,

Will ignite a creep, of scares and fears,

Down the mortal frame, O what fright!

Passions enraged, He’d kindled the light.

 

Journeying in silence, and probe my own,

Deep into self, fervidly fond I were grown,

Sneaking ‘tween self and soul, I was astray,

Where’s Love? A goblet sans night or a day!

 

An aureola emerged, and there I shall seek,

Long hid in the cup, of my tearful and meek,

Verily so timid and fearful, behold His grace,

I fixed my heart for nerve, ah here’s no trace.

 

A change will come when all the changes end,

The devastation is a must, for ravages to rend,

Flowers and the lovers, might laugh and weep,

Aye behold me conquered, in my abiding sleep.

 

Till the cosmic oceans of love last, I will drink,

Till fields and meadows, shalt one day shrink!

I’m conquered, the subdued, some may falter,

I slay those gods of idolatry, dead at His altar!

 


By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, December 7, 2025

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