Travelling through time
in an unconfined space
fuelled by memories
filled with sorrows
and happiness.

Undoubtedly luring
unknown destiny
selflessly reassuring
unstoppable and
moving perpetually.

Yield to reminisce
just for our past
that we must
forever we so miss
like blown off dust.

Travelers we are
in a confined space
moving through eternity
with our past, on a pick
over rolling the dice.


Taz Din
Reposted: Toronto, July 24, 2025

(Dedicated to my High School Friend, Mr/Mrs. Moinuddin Tariq's anniversary)


No shore in sight, even in bright daylight,
nowhere to go, no one to show,
floating, aimless, at an age,
my life partner and I deemed it wise  
conjoined at the hip line,
since then, while living on cloud nine.

Senior moments often go fuzzy,
now feeling extreme and uneasy
with unbearable dead weight,
we let our wisdom work out the plight.

Sitting back to back in a yoga posture,
in intense silence and musing over
on a skiff without a sail or an oar,
while drifting across the seven seas
our quest to reach the seventh heaven
with His blessings!


Taz Din
Toronto, June 6, 2025

I would seek endorsements
from my mirror's observance twice.
Once, after waking up,
and the other time before falling asleep.
I struggled with staying focused on both ways
while looking at my reflections.
Surprisingly, the mirror assigned me a daily ritual.
It stemmed from my introverted aspect
from the previous night  
back to an extroverted felicity
when the day started.
I always insisted on standing up for my stance
before I bowed under her alluring spell.

It continued until a crack showed up.
I am now out of focus, leaving myself in doubt,
fearful, forgetful, and hating
everything I am close to.
I regret missing my original self, if I ever get to.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 19, 2025

Why would aliens abduct humans? You ask.
The overwhelming response, "they want to elevate us
to the next level of intelligent beings".
Have we then remained at this dumb level
since our inception? I ask.
You don't have to respond.


Some say aliens created us.
Then I say, they haven't done a good job
if only now they want to do a patchwork
like the way we do to our airplanes, space ships,
after killing many on board due to shoddy work,
or on the surface, due to being greedy and senseless.


I believe we will do a better job with our
AI works as designers for our ascending self, next floor up!
Yes, I grant you that we are half-witted, unconscientious,
but that's us, our essence, we the human, devoid of humanity,
we don't know what it even means.
we can't do anything about it.


Please tell them, I don't want to be
a higher-dimensional whatever.
I have difficulties living within three
as it is, even with prescribed potents.  


But what I do know is we look up at the sky,
pray to the Almighty to save us from our wrath,
also, wish on the side (if you know what I mean),
aliens would come down to save us, protect us,
and create the same void (double dumb down),
for the second time, wishful thinking,
nevertheless, for typical earthlings.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 20, 2025

We immerse ourselves in the light,
gulping, even if it requires us to fight,
impelled to beg for more or to borrow  
as if there was no tomorrow;

plants and trees in the neighbourhood
know their limit,
give back more than they take in
for their meet
while watching and shedding
silently in the dark
regrets for being near us,
a paradoxical stark.

But we continue for our
wants with creativity
assisting in indulging greed, lust,
a marker of our genome's frailty,
contrasting our music, poems,
novels, literature,
and prophecies handed down
by the messengers,
ignoring rare cultural attributes that
call us to order
in our thoughts and acts, but we
chose to remain humanity's vulture.

We turned the place into an abyss,
a galactic dump site
living with species that are
contented with the entropy
likened to trite.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 21, 2025

I wanna be in a deep silence
beyond the realm of known sentience
pondering when you slipped back
into your linear dimension with a heavy heart
feeling hurt, without bowing obsequiously
to my obscured one-way love,
an obsession that kept you strained,
an overzealous consequence.

Meanwhile, summer daylight shimmers,
the moonlit night turns nebulous.
And I am far from reaching and mending,
searching for cadence on a broken string.

Under intense scrutiny,
I dived into an unknown reality
a concept of duality, a philosophical oddity
in the fabric of quantum entanglement
crossing spacetime into the ethereal,
an ontological dimension under the concealment.

Maybe there, we will meet up as we meant to be
while spinning each of ours in reverse,
a theatrical display in the distance
set to unravel by third eye consciousness
our fifth-dimensional reality.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 16, 2025

Ever wondered in serenity
beyond mind & body
a roving stardust
upstream swimming fast
through a portal and into
the realm of a unique you?

Ever probability as an insertion
into the maker's cauldron of creation,
engineered or an evolution?
It is the creator's play at will
rendered our biological marvel,
a quantum array of gluons, leptons,
quirks, and electrons
has its nuance moving along
the baryonic wave of turbulence.

Must we round-the-clock refuel
physiological demand to fulfill
while being alive and recycling that deem
our next-gen follow the same theme?
Are we to find 'why' on a one-way journey
or to discern the divinity's potency?

Yet we are to remain humble
for his dual role
one being his passion,
other is our submission
to know the true meaning
thru tagging, dragging, reciting, meditating
of our holographic reality forever in the making!

Repost
Toronto, June 24, 2025

Toiling daylong as the waning sun
winds down on the horizon,
readying the shift over to the crepuscule
waiting on the wing just beyond.

Heaven hears lonely earthlings below,
a feign whining, pleading in a wayward impulse
as the land runs low on game, wild berries,
or dates to eat, and trees for shade.

At the edge of a barren desert,
a dust storm shaped a tall, two-horned human
rushing down in a vortex at a distance,
portends the end is near on day ten,
or a harbinger heeding their pleas,
or maybe God, they had heard so much about.
  
The stranger, who landed, called himself Shaytan,
proclaimed sent by God, on a fact-finding mission,
to solve problems for the first generation
whom he calls "Mudball" under a thick veil of disdain,
and said he brought relief
to get out of their grief
if they followed a simple set of steps
on their own volition
But conditioned a forever commitment
or feel the pain of misery if broken.
Some yielded, but most agreed on an instant,   
Shaytan then rolled out a sheet with scrawl-on,
calls it the "Ten Proposals" and began reading
the verses to the earthlings
waiting around in anticipation.

Humbling and pleasant, a voice, he then carries on,
Dear Mudball, he begins, I intend to give you
a carefree, happy life on this land
until God takes you back to heaven.

Now hear me out, what it is all about;
I propose Stealing,
an essential for living,
limited resources decree
a hassle-free.

I propose Robbery.
A way to man up
and in a hurry.

I propose killing.
It establishes,
"if I can't have it,
then nobody can,"
an ethos for fulfilling.

I propose Kidnapping
cuz it requires fewer efforts
and make sure you gather
like-minded cohorts.

I propose overt/covert sexuality
It is a free natural feed
meets physical need,
and relieves mental lust
whenever you must
while rolling or lying
in the ground or the dust.

And the following endorsements
are for your skill enhancements;
Lying, Jealousy, Pride,
deception and greed
must-have skills, success guaranteed.

Among the above genetic functions,  
I must insist that deception,  
is one, and a most powerful skill
for the utmost survival, a la thrill.

Now disperse, enjoy your time
You have one life to gain fame   
through the proposed traits
we all love to tame
It is genetically embedded
and no need to feel shame.

The "mudball", insofar, turned
into Shaytan's favourite disciples,
while leading the race in venality.
But God's chosen among the rest,
falling behind in the race in virtuosity.

We unmask Adam's descendants like the days
after Iblis's arrival, humanity's weakest link,
the evildoers, now at the helm, lead the world
as promised by Shaytan to the first generation Mudball,
are propped up into a cheerful, lustful, and devoid of ruh,
a pure soul, humanity's mark, warping since
we've been co-inhabiting in stark contrast.

Today, Shaytan's verses are stronger yet,
gaining the upper hand,
and left us out loud besecheeing
for the imminent arrival of
Imam Mehdi or the Second Coming,
a chosen one for us,
a God-fearing or a God-loving
bipedal human being
for the sake of humanity.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 27, 2025