Taking A Trip To Nowhere
2016 had begun, and I was feeling restless, rebellious and deeply impatient. I just wanted to escape from the chaotic city life and go on an adventure, all by myself. After a few months, I took the courage to run away from home. It was 4 a.m, everyone was asleep…
When you’re politely told that you weren’t supposed to be here
Back in 2009, I had attended an “Art of Living” workshop, as I was going through a phase of depression — I still am suffering from the illness, but at that time it was different. …
Usual catharsis of a struggling writer
Nowadays, it feels like my soul is on a vacation. I am just left with my body and my mind keeps ignoring me. So who am I? That’s what I keep asking myself.
You can get an intellectual answer for truth, microcosm and the microcosm and the secrets of mysticism…
The secret of all affairs
There was nothing between us, besides being intimate physically. It’s strange how some connections cause you pain, although they are quite meaningless and dry. They leave you with a sense of embarrasment and you are forced to contemplate whether the relationship was an accident.
Now, one can debate for days…
Psyche as the stage of life
To be a writer means to be a victim of contradictions. The more, the merrier.
There is a part of me that wants to believe that I am God having a human experience, at the same time, my conscience pricks me to reveal my delusional self. …
Poem or something like it
What stimulates you, may not satisy you.
What satisfies your soul, may not liberate you
What liberates you, may not set you free
But once you have been freed, from the burden of being,
You will learn to take a plunge in the pool of non existence
There you shall find many as you, dancing in the ink of creativity
Where words are born, nourished and prepared to become bound to wood
Each one of us is a letter, waiting to merge with another
When we become a word, life begins more clear
It’s hard to imagine, you have been here
You were busy creating, perhaps unaware
The demise of the old self
Most of my life, I had been trying to fit in a certain image, casting myself in the mould that was given to me. Nothing remains the same, it is a universal law. …
Regretting a nightmare
“To hell with the real world!”, my ego screams with agony. I suppose it’s easy for me to say, since I am not suffering like most people in the world. Of course, that doesn’t take away my misery. This pain taking birth within the womb of my consciousness is no…
Learning how to die before you die
Most of our lives are wasted in terror, the fear of unknown and imagining things that don’t exist. Very few are fortunate enough to question themselves and embark on the journey of self realisation. What keeps us separated from our true existence is our fear of death. The ego is…
Saga of Oneness
“The metaphysical definition of alone is all-one.”
Do you ever feel that someone is following you? Although, when you look around, nobody is there. Sometimes, you feel chills, or warmth, as if, someone is in contact with you. Most of us, don’t realise that we don’t make decisions alone. For…
Taha Abbas
Deep thinker. Interested in philosophy, metaphysics and mysticism. tahawada99@gmail.com http://taha-all-one.blogspot.com/
