The Corpse, Its Heart And Soul...

You are only interested in my outer shield
But you know – there is a heart indoors
And also a soul - that you do not want to understand
As you always say - Just blame it on the genes!
You have not got the time to look inside your mind
You have not quite got the time to open your essence!
From cradle to the grave,
You always want to own my defense,
You mark it; you name it as you wish it to be
one of your earthly possessions!
But let me clarify this – I am not you or whom that you imagine,
You all blame it on the complexity of the human race,
You even try to knot your mind with mine
whom had I never seen, judged or acknowledged!
Like merely a game, you cut off a piece of my skin
and in a fake philosophical way say
that it is another dimension of mine,
Although I always vehemently deny
that, My soul always wants to pronounce
that - you have made my life agony,
You have made my life busy in a false
way, you have never allowed me to imagine
even about what my heart says - about myself
& God, let alone about my essence;
In this day of perfect climate,
You are stealthily putting my corpse in another cradle,
Anyway, I only want to say that
My shell is all yours, you have all
consumed it! My mind goes with the shell as a bonus gift!
But my soul! That is all
I have got! Got to get away with it!!

Rashidul Islam © 2009.

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Soul-searching Introvert...

Who am I?
I ask myself.
The first response is - a human being.
Am I truly the real human being?!
Dissect my shield!
Is there any humanity absent?!
Who am I?
I, clearly restless,
not willing to accept the previous
answer, demand a second opinion!
The instant answer is - you always comfort
yourself with the consolatory thought
in your comfort-zone that you’re the best of the best!
The soul retort with a black humor!!
Am I the chosen one or the unrivaled?!
- I ask the soul continually
by holding the scruff of the neck very tightly!
Then why my daily mental demise has
become more effortless
& meaningless than that of ants?!
Why another person of my same species
can play one-sided, betted game of chess
with my shell & mind as pieces?!
Who am I?
I, not even resign
to the diagnosis, ask again!
I am still averse
to accept those answers!!
The third answer
is - like a dual-headed viper,
you are a part-time educator
in the sunrise
& a politician by the essence
for the rest of the sunlight hours!!
Really, am I that horrendous viper
I see in the mirror?!
My soul! You’ve got to be
joking with me!
Why I have become Dr. Discipline
in the morning and Mr. Soul-destroying
–perverted-partisan for the rest
of the hours of daylight?!
The soul answers
in an obeying voice-
you are playing the lead
role in this Dr. Jekyll& Mr. Hyde
play gleefully & willingly,
because you want to salt away
your societal icon
and your sorry, dual-personality expression!
Who am I?
I ask yet again.
The fourth answer is - you have become somewhat
mentally challenged as I make out!
But this same person
had patiently listened & mentally won
war against public up-to-date, inconceivable
evil-doing as a father of a cathedral!”
My soul-searching project has become meaningful
because so many undiscovered dimensions of my soul
have now come into angle!
The soul laughs a roaring laughter!
Then the soul gives me the last answer
with a lot of clues -
if you can dig your own soul so skillfully,
with so much integrity& honesty,
then why bother for the rest?
I am leaving now! I think you must find out
the rest of your poor soul all by yourself!
Huh!! My dear soul! I know who I am!
But I’m soulfully handicapped now as you have left me!!

Rashidul Islam © 2009.
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