How can I feel nostalgia for a world I never knew?

Jalaluddin Rumi

The Story of My Life

i was ready to tell
the story of my life
but the ripple of tears
and the agony of my heart
wouldn't let me
i began to stutter
saying a word here and there
and all along i felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered
in this stormy sea
we call life
all the big ships
come apart
board by board
how can i survive
riding a lonely
little boat
with no oars
and no arms
my boat did finally break
by the waves
and i broke free
as i tied myself
to a single board
though the panic is gone
i am now offended
why should i be so helpless
rising with one wave
and falling with the next
i don't know
if i am
nonexistence
while i exist
but i know for sure
when i am
i am not
but
when i am not
then i am
now how can i be
a skeptic
about the
resurrection and
coming to life again
since in this world
i have many times
like my own imagination
died and
been born again
that is why
after a long agonizing life
as a hunter
i finally let go and got
hunted down and became free.



Wandering from place to place, in search of something more.  Will this lust ever finish or will it keep growing as I do, or will it finish with me? That's the irony; it would not even finish then. If i die tomorrow it would remain with me, you see it's inbuilt.


"I am the lost human heart, imprisoned the foul dungeon of man's dictates, tied with chains of earthly authority, dead and forgotten by laughing humanity whos tongue is tied and whose eyes are empty of visible tears."


I would like to think of myself as an optimist in a world filled with adversity and depraved of uncerntainty. With belief in the supreme architect of the universe. Until next time folks, be cool.