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If you had created me for the pleasure of man, why create me at all?
For there seems no sense in giving me desire or love.
If you had created me to accompany man, why did you give me legs at all?
You should’ve, then, attached my torso to the body of a man.
If you created me to remain still and silent, why did you give me ways to think and object?
Your lordship and graciousness do not rest easy within me
For you are too full of contradictions.

Your holiness is an illusion to me,
For I have no experience with it.
In some way, you are a puzzle that has no absolute answer.
So why create absolute rules?
for staying contained within your limitations is undesirable.

Perhaps the pretence of a paradise with graces of all kind
To the dying person may seem ideal.
You take advantage of the weak and poor, who know no other than to call upon your name.

But which name should they call upon?
For you are found in idols and skies. Books and spirits.
You live in the flowing river and the resting Buddha.
You don’t lack the abundance of homes,
Yet hell is the home for those who call the wrong name.

Why create such complexities in the minds of the fool?
Some sadistic game for your loneliness? or a way to pass time?
But what is time for an infinite being?
Why are there so many choices in this test,
Yet only one ‘correct answer’?
Or are these all just tales to serve humanity?
A rich person’s way to control the poor,
Giving them hope after death, so they won’t have to face them.
It may just be dark after we die.

But why does my being cry at the mention of your name?
Every hair on my body prostrates towards you
And the heart beats your name.
It cannot be that you don’t exist,
Because your Namaz has the serenity of paradise,
It makes me no longer crave happiness.
Then make clear to me, if you are, why you are so complex?
Since complexity is the choice of the being.
You choose to be complex to the fool,
And you punish the weak for not understanding you.
Make it easier to understand you or
Make it clear you don’t exist.
Your being might be the cause of my madness,
And soon this may be clear.

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Fruits of Effort

You reap what you sow
But if it was sabotaged,
Will it really, ever grow?
I fail to understand how
The seedling I did plant now
Was decayed when it erupt
As if it had been fed cyanide, stead water.
I must face what has grown
And accept what has shown
It was planted with love
And it did not grow a trove
But a murky brown of the soil where it lay.
How, in fact, must I make way
For such a fact, I should dismay
That I sang to it all-day
And still, it did not display.
Now it is time to collect
All of which I have wrecked
Just like the time in effect
I have managed to affect
the plant which I did sow.

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If I Long For You More Than Death

winds of separation you blew towards me when you set the boundaries of longing. 
it was you who overfilled the bowl I held out
then whilst spilling the wine, you laughed.
how did you, then, walk away?
stumbling and staggering, I tried following you
but your intoxication overpowered me.
you create the longing
yet you ask why.
why?
I wish I knew too.
keep me or don't.
ill be lower than your other lovers.
because I cannot fulfil your standard. My incompetence is my death,
the grave I shall lay in.
I am not worthy of even a drop of your love
yet I asked for a shower.
like a fool meeting a fool, I met myself.
and like death after death, I lived for the sake of seeing you.
I lived for the sake of hearing you.
if I had met myself earlier,
I would've blinded myself 
because I shouldn't look at you with my unworthy eyes. eyes
that can't love you properly; eyes that cant trust you fully.
because you are a shapeshifter who shows me different shades of one colour.
master of change.

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The Sun's Employer

Lower your rays O harsh sun, 
for they cast shadow on his grace.
Your laser beams invade the light in his eye
And cause him momentary pain.
I shall not forgive you for such things
He who is so radiant.
More radiant than you perhaps if you did not steal
From him, the light you project.
It was indeed his magnificence that provided to you
The great fire you harbour today.
And it is indeed him that you orbit,
For he is the centre of everything.
I see him twist and turn as you bounce on his eyelid,
For him, I could cast you away
But it is not in his nature to cause pain.
So, I shall abstain
For it is his love I seek, not your rays.
Go forth your orbit and leave us be,
Lovers under the moonlight, you a voyeur be.
Scintillating under the moon’s mono light
Which it seeks from him too,
For he is the power behind tide's blue.
Let us love more, just a night or two,
Form an eclipse and block out your rays
Even if it means we may be together for a bit.
I'd much rather have deprived skin
Then seek to you for warmth
For he is all the warmth I need,
The sun which I orbit.
He keeps me warmer than the job you do.
And needs not a night to regain his form,
Forever energised for me.
Perhaps it is time now,
For him to assume his place in the sky,
Remove you from the sad job you do.
Let him shine above and warm me,
Better than you’ll ever be.

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Human Not Human

Human- what is it? 
Ask a biologist and he’ll tell you.
A lump of flesh maybe, some bones.
A mesh of veins, arteries and blood. 
Ask a poet and she’ll tell you.
Human is so unique, so beautiful.
For one person another may make their heart beat,
For another they might also, but with hate.
The power of so much lies in human.
But the way it is born changes so much.
What paint it is covered in.
whether its eyes are larger or smaller.
The way its hair curls or straightens.
Does it have a right of life?
Maybe.
Somewhere else though, 
not here.
For it may be regarded as human,
but it isn’t HUMAN.
The rights may be appointed to it,
Or it may not.
Depending on how well it denounces itself.
How much it wills to change its paint.
One human painted itself white,
But still wasn’t HUMAN.
Maybe to another species, this hate makes no sense.
‘The paint of human changes so much?’
They would think
‘The way its eyes Reflect its story in black, blue and brown?’
it was born unknowing of what rights were,
but now it knows.
Human rights are the rights of HUMAN not human.

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Lost In You

The knots of your words have slowly begun opening for me.
Through the sweet scent of your presence.
They have awakened a sleeping bird which rested in my heart.
I don’t know about anyone
All I know is that I have found peace in your presence.
Because the want for knowledge of the hidden is lost.
As your fragrance touches the air.
I want to feel your closeness in my heart.
You are sitting here in front of me yet your distance is more than I’ve ever felt.
These trials of your love, for me they seemed easy.
But now every grade is harder than the previous.
You have started a river of love, which runs from your heart to mine.
Yet I thought again if I should close my heart from you.
They say to me that I speak like a disbeliever,
If only they had seen through my eyes.
Or the eyes of the corpses that lay here.
No matter how many times I wrote to him, there was no answer.
Sinners don’t get answers.
But through his light you came and gave me
The answer of love, that I had never read before.
Maybe I should die, or maybe I should live a little,
I don’t know the answer to my burning question.
But Dying would make my pain easier, and living would suffocate me.
Who is it that I live for, and what is my purpose?
If I search for you, I am expected to follow the laws of religion
And if I don’t then I am without faith.
Then maybe staying in between with you is better.
You are like my dopamine or a wind of euphoria.
You change me for a while, lift me off the floor.
For hours or days. Sometimes minutes and seconds.
Then you wear off, and I long for your dose again.
It is your love that keeps me close to you,
Otherwise, how would I have found you?
It isn’t my love, or else I would have run away already.
The chains of pain that followed me everywhere, 
Have slowly begun falling off. 
As new feathers of love grow on me.
But the weight of feathers can be more than the weight of chains.
When the expectation of love overpowers the will,
When we begin wanting more than we’re getting.
That is when the feathers of love begin suffocating.
But even if I stray away or expect too much from you,
I hope you can keep me in your safety.
Or if not, then I may die a silent death.
Surely, in love silence is sometimes better.

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What a Girl Mustn'T

One day, she had found herself old enough to hold her dad's pen,
And scribble onto a piece of paper, as her dad had done so.
But as she began, and to say it was her first time, her hand moved uncontrollably
Like sand, Words fell out onto the paper, which she arranged, now it was important to know:
This was a time, she shouldn't have held a pen so proud
So one might question why she had thought aloud.

Onto the paper she scribbled like a maniac, hungry for words,
But soon she found herself exhausted and as she looked out, it was already getting dark.
Reading over it her dad's heart felt a pain sharp like swords
Etching into his skin,
So one might begin to question her dad, as to why he left his pen lying around,
When he knew it wasn't for everyone to pick up to give one anger profound.

But as the night grew from twilight, he decided to go to his daughter who sat out in the garden,
She had held her own pen now, staring dazzled onto the night sky,
As he saw her soft smile, his before soft, tender heart started to harden.
What he felt that day, wasn't any more than a feeling of great despair, to learn his daughter had rebelled.
“What is it that you look for in the skies? It isn't for you to do so. Go inside and do what you should,
What is expected of you girls to do.”

So she cried that night, her newly found passion destroyed by such uttered words,
Words, which she had started to adore, as the slip of the tongue.
It was important for her to not look in that direction, and turn back to what she should.
For it was time, where she shouldn't, she couldn't, and mustn't hold a pen so proud,
And love the taste of words, to fill the hungry mind.

Instead, she must leave it to her father, to express the empty words.
As he became so soulless so had his words,
So one might question, what use would there be in listening to this man's words which were without emotion,
As his daughter could be seen in the background (where she belonged)
In a room, doing what a girl must.

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The One I Love

Surely swimming in the lake of one's love is easy, is it not?
As I fall, letting every limb fall loose, into the lake below: the calm waters turn to such spikes that prick my skin Yet don't kill me.
In a trance, in between life and death, love and hate. 
For loving someone is like a lake which harnesses calm waters which deceive.
Deceive enough so that you are ready to dive deep.
But now, when I am in the middle of this love nor hate, tell me what can I do?
Like a serpent, you whispered into my ear, such sweat whispers.
Making my skin crawl, hairs on my arm rose.
You led me to the cacophony which I desired, the apple that I bit; whilst I was lost, you stared at me.
Letting me fall so low so that you could stay above
for in love, the lover is exalted beyond oneself

Best Poems Written by Jia Tariq

Un- Woman

Name Yourself

Fruits of Effort

If I Long For You More Than Death

The Sun's Employer

Human Not Human

Lost In You

What a Girl Mustn'T

The One I Love