Someone, if he talks new, He talks wrong.

Dear Wanda….,

True.
I don’t talk anything new.
Whatever I talk,
You would have heard and known,
At least from your inner self.

If you happen to hear me
With anything new,
Please doubt and suspect me.
Because, truth has to be
Ever the same old
And is never new,
Though it may take
New form s and different shapes
Like each sunrise and sunset.

Someone, if he talks new
Should mean,
He talks wrong.

I am just a reminder,
Like you have rightly noted,
Of what you know
Or of what you should have known.

Or a mirror in front of you
Letting you know
That you too have a face

Or an instrument in your reach
To let you dig in you
To regain the richness in you
Or to let you quench your thirst
From the water deep in you.

What all you would earn or achieve,
By burning the given life of physic,
Are only the dirt, troubles and burdens
And happen to put them
On your being of peace and love.
Peace and love is what you are
Or your isness (being) is.

Peace and love
Are never won or acquired or earned.
It is what is in you originally.
What you will acquire or earn or win is
Only the troubles, burdens and dirt on it.

Life of physic is a disease
And is because of sickening elements of
Struggle and strife.
When there happens to be
No strife and struggle
The physic of disease goes and
You return to the spot of
Health of Permanence.

Death is the only sure thing
Which doesn’t need
Support of strife and struggle
And life is only a gambling
Played on the price of
Your strife and struggle
Based on illusory feelings of
Illusory gains.

With regards,

Raheem