Comatose
Desiring to be comatose
When of depression there’s an overdose
A magnet of negative energy
Is depression – freeze in lethargy
Pill popping
Devils droppings
Great to be in coma
Away from dunya’s drama
Better still, wishes to pop off
May yield some sympathy @ knockoff
Can’t wish for death
It’s sin to desire last breath
So how wonderful to be comatose
The body still, the mind froze
Imprisoned in the chambers of negativity
Wallow in whisperings of imagined captivity
What would it be to be in coma
Perceived freedom from trauma
Iman @ low ebb
Ensnarled in the ‘waswas’ web
The magic wand waved
Frozen into inaction – caved
Too scared to budge
Scarred in a sludge
Yet the light of iman shines
Faint, faded behind battle lines
To transport beyond time
To truth, uniquely sublime
A comatose state
Imbibes a human trait
When despair and dismay sets in
Alienated, can’t fit in
In neat boxes of planned paths
Tumult, uproar n ruckus the aftermath
Twilight of iman still remains
In the face of scorn and disdain
Labeling states, giving meaning
Eats away into a mumin’s feelings
Lash out and be laid low
Spill the beans, bitterness flows
In a quagmire of quicksand
Safe from slipping, needs a firm hand
Rope of Allah that never sags
No matter how deep and long it drags
Light of iman will shine through
No matter how big the bugbear grew
As rain cleanses the earth
Flushed out the bottleneck n firth
Inexorably pushed on, face the music
No tumultuous event remains an epic
April2011 – Johannesburg
Najma Ansari
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