A Poetry Blog of Javed Alam

Proem- a poem by Javed Alam

31/7/2022

Proem

I believe in reason,
In free will,
In science,
In human stupidity,

And in the magic of love.
I believe we are slaves
Of our habits,
Our desires, our biases.

I believe our decisions
Are mostly automatic,
Bypassing reason.
I know science casts doubts

About free will,
And flirts with Determinism,
But that negates
Our individual responsibility.

I have doubts about Fatalism,
About pre-determined destiny,
As they contradict
The concept of divine justice.

I believe we can change things
If we have a burning desire
To change, remain persistent,
And are willing to face failures.

One needs thousand pages book,
An encyclopaedia, to explain
Such complex beliefs.
This is my Proem.
(14/04/22)
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Emptiness- a poem by Javed Alam

16/7/2022

Emptiness

When you carry the sack
of your emptiness in your heart,
and make desperate attempts
to fill your stabbing void:

you end up mixing
with the wrong people,
in wrong places, in wrong beds,
around the wrong tables;

you start ignoring
setting healthy boundaries
in your interactions;
you start drinking,

smoking, buying,
the wrong stuff
for the ephemeral pleasures;
you start carrying

the ghosts of your past
into your every interaction.
Until you realise you are falling
into a deeper abyss,

filled with the guilt, with the shame;
and someone nudges you
to go into your own-self
and explore your inner world;

until you find a bigger purpose,
work persistently
towards your goals,
learn to regulate your emotions;

and someone discovers the treasure
of pearls and rubies
in the basement
of your soul;

until you find a way
to untie your wings
and fly in the spacious sky
of a nourishing love;

you will find yourself, repeatedly, failing
in weaving the delicate bond
of healthy, fulfilling,
enduring relationships.
(a small poetic attempt to highlight the maladoptive and healthy ways to deal with chronic emptiness)
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Like a poem- a poem by Javed Alam

8/7/2022

Like a poem

Sitting in a cafe
Of a hotel lobby,
I read her patiently
Like a poem.

Her every feature, well
Aligned, stimulates
An imagery, evokes desires,
Infuses longing.

Her smiles, dimples,
Playful eyes, her freckles,
The vanilla scent
Of her skin,

The dexterity
Of hands, lips, and tongue,
The colour of her eyes,
The curl of her back,

All crafted, perfectly, together
Like the stanzas of a poem.
Her every glance,
Every laughter,

The sound
Of every syllable, like a metaphor,
Enough to ignite the fire
Of my imagination.
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Time is going to come- a poem by Javed Alam

6/7/2022

Time is going to come

When we will cruise smoothly,
In self-driving cars, watching
Our favourite TV shows

Projected straight into our eyes
At the command of our voices;
When everything will be under the close watch

Of unblinking eyes,
Unmanned robots and drones;
When our doctors, lawyers,

Accountants and bankers,
Will be replaced
By labour-saving algorithms

Running on smart machines;
When we will enjoy reading
Poetry, and novels,

Written by AI machines;
When our likes, and dislikes,
Strengths, and imperfections,

Emotions and little secrets,
Will all be digitalised by big corporates;
When we all will be nudged,

By smart machines, to choose
Specific cars, houses,
Jobs, and partners;

When the keys to the house
Of our souls
Will be operated by digital corporations;

When we will be mere digital slaves,
With an illusionary free will, in the hands
Of giant digital firms.
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It hurts- a poem by Javed Alam

6/7/2022

It hurts

It hurts that I can't watch you grow
On a daily basis.
How you put on your uniform,
Gel your hair,
Play rugby,
And excel at school.

Every day I imagine, listening
To your stories, advising you
About the road ahead,
Watching you smile.
How we splash, as allowed
By the people, our grey sky

With bright colours.
How we fill the rooms
Of our hearts, the hands
Of our souls,
With the seeds of happiness,
And yearning.

How I watch the time
Coil like a snake
Around the weary wings
Of the life.
How I watch dark clouds, spread
Across the sky

Of my mind, enter my house.
It hurts that vast continents,
Sky kissing mountains,
Bottomless seas, back breaking
Flights, have been placed,
Mercilessly, between us.
(2016)
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Proem- a poem by Javed Alam

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