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Models and Dogmas When does a model of reality become a dogma? I guess, when it starts considering itself greater than the Reality. Any model that considers itself more real than the Reality itself, more truthful than the Truth itself is like the devil that considers himself greater than God. Such a model is none other than a dogma, a monstrosity, an enemy of Reality, of Truth, of God. - owais -- This is first being published here.

Ghazal:   Kya Hoga aur Kya Nahin Kya hoga aur kya nahin Mujh ko kuchh bhi pata nahin Na hota to na lut-ta Na hone ki saza nahin Daulat aani jaani hai Dil ko apne dukha nahin Jee le jab tak jeevan hai Khizr kisi ko mila nahin Hans le, jee le, khush ho le Kuch aur milega yahan nahin - غزل   : کیا ہوگا اور کیا نہیں کیا ہوگا اور کیا نہیں مجھ کو کچھ بھی پتہ نہیں نہ ہوتا تو نہ لٹتا  نہ ہونے کی سزا نہیں  دولت آنی جانی ہے دل کو اپنے دکھا نہیں  جی لے جب تک جیون ہے  خضر کسی کو ملا نہیں ہنس لے، جی لے، خوش ہو لے  کچھ اور ملے گا یہاں نہیں - ग़ज़ल:    क्या होगा और क्या नहीं क्या होगा और क्या नहीं मुझ को कुछ भी पता नहीं न होता तो न लुटता न होने की सज़ा   नहीं दौलत आनी जानी है दिल को अपने दुखा नहीं जी ले जब तक जीवन है ख़िज़्र   किसी को मिला नहीं हँस ले , जी ले , खुश हो ले कुछ और मिलेगा यहाँ नहीं - owais    اویس    उवैस -- This has first been published in Sham-e-Raah.

More…      of What? More power. More fame. More money. Yes,   I want more of these. And more. Why do I want more and more   of more and more? Is not this hole in my soul unfillable? Is not, ‘more’ a desire to arrive at the most? And, is not the most unachievable by a mere human? Where is my perspective? Why don’t I want the one thing which I must want more of if I want to arrive at my destination as opposed to a way-station? Perspective. - owais -- This is first being published here.

Anunaya Vinaya Apologies, Dear God. Ask me not to be loyal to you. I cannot be. My loyalties are all, already sworn away. To your creatures. Apologies, Dear God. - owais -- This is first being published here.

My Responsibility Yes, he has spent a lifetime studying his religion. Sure, I respect him for that. But, guess what…   what he has studied is his religion, his understanding of his life; what he knows, is his dogma, his doctrine. What makes you think that by rejecting my understanding of my life and following him, or opposing him blind-folded, I will be doing anything other than abdicating my responsibility? - owais -- This is first being published here.

…in Such a Mess! Reality impinges upon me.   I perceive it through my senses.   By connecting those perceptive memories, through my conception I form a model of Reality.   Any new experiences, then, I patch into the existing framework.   Over time, the framework, turns into a patchwork.   Tired, I look for easy solutions, and latch on to any doctrine that my trustees propose; those, my elders, who had lost themselves in the same process time, and time again.   Once in a while, someone proposes a doctrine simple enough and connected sufficiently enough with the existing frameworks and patchworks that the doctrine gets accepted as the Universal Truth, by all concerned.   Upon that doctrine,        each worrier like me       hangs a sub-doctrine, and upon that a sub-sub-doctrine.   The Truth then must conform to this monstrosity, which can be no more than the collective insecurity   ...

Krishna Krishna Krishna Krishna karti Radha.   Krishna Krishna karti Meera.   Krishna Krishna kare, meri aatma.            Kisi ko, mile Krishna .           Kisi ko raseela ek dard.            Kisi ko keval trishna. -- کرشنا کرشنا کرشنا کرشنا کرتی رادھا کرشنا کرشنا کرتی میرا کرشنا کرشنا کرے، میری آتما کسی کو، ملے کرشنا کسی کو رسیلا اک درد کسی کو کیول ترشنا -- कृष्णा कृष्णा कृष्णा कृष्णा करती राधा कृष्णा कृष्णा करती मीरा कृष्णा कृष्णा करे , मेरी आत्मा किसी को , मिले कृष्णा किसी को रसीला एक दर्द किसी को केवल तृष्णा - owais -- This is first being published here.