What Lies Above And Below Us

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Far above us

The sky bursts into colours-

Blue, purple, grey, orange,

With red and all the hues in its range.

 

Miles beneath our feet

Are secrets buried,

Arcane and deep.

Their ampoules once known to everybody.

 

What goes overhead

Suffuses stars and their milky shells.

The departure from earth melancholic but serene,

Leaves behind shimmering trails that speak to those who see.

 

What falls below spirals down and down an abyss

Where fire kindles.

The browns and the oranges lead the one

To flames of eternal damnation.

 

Or perhaps not, perhaps all is a lie.

A construct to define an illusory afterlife.

Perhaps no life exists above and beyond what can be seen,

The constricted world our only scene.

 

But the possibility still remains that all might be true.

The denial of secrets misconstrued.

Who’s to say? Or judge the unseen?

Above the heavens, below the soil and everywhere in between?

 

Existence is a potpourri

Of fragments that surround us beings.

Where oceans are mere shards of glass,

And the earth a scant bundle of grass.

 

A damn puzzle wherein all the pieces are eccentrics;

Eager to seek purpose or at least some kind of logic.

Perhaps only vacuum follows death,

And what’s gone becomes a mildewed mess.

 

P.C. Ahmad Odeh, Unsplash

Shifa

 

 

 

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Shehariah

Sat 18th Jul 2020 12:27

I understand the tension between thoughts of heaven and hell. You wrote that tension out well.

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Shifa Maqba

Sat 18th Jul 2020 03:21

Shehariah, thank you for your uplifting words. You're really kind, and I'm glad you enjoyed this piece.

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Shifa Maqba

Sat 18th Jul 2020 03:08

Thank you, Nicola stopping by. Afterlife to me is such a fascinating yet terrifying concept. I often catch myself fantasizing about paradise, but blissfully ignore the entire concept altogether once I begin to spiral down a cesspool of hellishly terrifying thoughts. Appreciate your input regardless! Your question can start some really healthy discussions.

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Shehariah

Sat 18th Jul 2020 03:04

What depth! I really enjoyed this read. I love the line “existence is a potpourri of fragments that surround us beings.” You have wonderful talent and write brilliant poetry.

Nicola Beckett

Fri 17th Jul 2020 22:49

Is it so wrong to believe in the afterlife, many do, Robins and white feathers etc, butterflies etc all signs

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Shifa Maqba

Mon 6th Jul 2020 12:42

Thanks Avishek for hitting a like!

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Shifa Maqba

Sun 5th Jul 2020 20:37

Thanks, Abdul and Po (once again) for your wonderful comments. Couldn't be more grateful! :)

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Abdul Ahmad

Sun 5th Jul 2020 18:02

Shaifa you have weaved an intricate tapestry with intriguing threads of colourful philosophical imagery.

Just magnificient.

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Paul Sayer

Sun 5th Jul 2020 17:03

I forgot to mention

The 'graphic' in poemagraphic

Screams out in ecstasy at the link and image your words took me too.

I am eternally grateful
Thank you!

Po

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Paul Sayer

Sun 5th Jul 2020 16:59

It is exactly like Chakras Shifa

If you never touch them they are perfectly ok.

However, a veritable hornets' nest if you so much as touch them with a feather.

The arcane is so alluring to a Leo with Scorpio rising.
Is it any surprise, the source of my obsession.

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Shifa Maqba

Sun 5th Jul 2020 16:21

Thanks, Po!
Existence is just one of those things that the more you think about, the more it messes with your head.

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Paul Sayer

Sun 5th Jul 2020 14:55

A great read.

I often think to myself...
Is there life before death?

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