How Hollow and Shallow Life Is?

How hollow

and shallow life is...

is it as deep as one's grave

or as shallow?

is it as narrow a cloister

when one is cocooned

as a babe inside Umm's womb?

or is it as abysmal as its 3-D

veils of nothingness?

And when you gush forth

gaspin for breath of precious

air to tide you up, is your

cradle as constricted 

as your puny voice?

Is your world as scrawny 

as your size? Or is it as

nearsighted  as your eyes

or farsighted perhaps?

Between you and the Absolute

is life as hollow and shallow?

inside your own shack

in its limited expanse

are you a prisoner of its 4-walls?

Yet, to a man as his soles 

tread upon his blessed carpet

does he feel restricted on its space?

Or, a woman enclosed within

the solace of her Khalil's embrace

is muffled into mere flesh?

Is your heart tussling

within its confines

stifled by a melee of

smothered feelings?

How shallow

and hollow life is

as you wallow in a

limbo of sad thoughts?

cheerless your laughter

throttles your own throat

your dour smile

crackin your sour face?

One wonders how can

a quiche be tart

and acerbic not sweet

replete of blandness?

How hollow

and shallow life is...

is it as deep as one's grave

or as shallow?

How hollow 

and shallow life is...

is it as corrugated

as the fissures of

your brain, drain

as a sap? 

Or could it be leakin

like BP oil spill tricklin

precious black gold

yet bleak as your black mood?

Consumed in ludicrous

hilarity, I focused my gaze

towards oblivion engulfing

me in Infinity of

Space...

Dimension defying

length, breadth, height

depth and width 

in a trance 

of contemplation

Being is, not being is not

Parmenides is bemuddled

in his own warped logic

of Zero devoid of One

How hollow

and shallow life is...

is it as deep as one's grave

or as shallow?

Subhanallah!

Be you in solitary pit

a hut, trapped in a hug

conceived, coagulated

spawned, manifested

You are but a Speck

of the Malikul Mulk's

Dominion, the Divine Cosmos

has never felt locked up

in its Eternal Confines

and if you quibble with me

as you snuggle wily to

sniggle with me such trite

query on...

How hollow

and shallow life is...

is it as deep as one's grave

or as shallow?

I will nip it in the bud

swiftly you'd be stymied:

Imp!

It's a Matter of Perspective!

"Blessed be He in Whose hands is Dominion: and He over all things hath Power; He Who created Death and Life that He may try which of you is best in deed: and He is the Exalted in Might, Oft-Forgiving;....  (Surah Al-Mulkhat -67:1-2)