Atheism Indigestion Of Human Brain Poem by Akhtar Jawad

There are many abstract nouns that exist,
all our five senses fail to witness them,
but above the five senses there is a sixth sense,
that feels these abstract nouns.
Thinking is itself an abstract gerund.
A philosopher said,
"I exist because I think."
Someone touches us and we think.
Our eyes are not sensitive to the ultra violet rays
our eyes are not sensitive to the infra-red rays,
our eyes are sensitive to a very small range of the radiations,
but these radiations exist and are infinite on both sides,
how high so ever,
how low so ever.
We think but neither have we seen our thinking
nor have we listened to it.
Still when we think of a taste our tongue tastes it.
Still when we think of a voice our ears listen to it.
Still when we think of beauty it's reflected in our closed eyes.

My beloved is sweet,
a pleasing wave of sound,
a rainbow on my endless brain,
when I think of her,
my heart becomes a blue sky.
You may say skies do not exist.
My sweetheart is my love
and my digestive brain can digest this love.
It's changed in a colorless and odorless blood,
hiding in its bosom are the sun, the moon and the stars,
hiding in its white light a rainbow stolen from roses,
violet, indigo, blue, yellow, orange and red,
that's why I see a plurality in singularity
that's why I see a singularity in plurality.
That's why besides Muhammad (peace be upon him) ,
I love Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu
They may be three gods for the Hindus
But for me they are three basic properties of Shakti.
I love Buddha though he was silent on this issue,
at least he didn't deny the creator.
I love Moses and Jesus and all other prophets.
We are different existences
yet we are parts of the same universe.
That's why leaving ugly colors and irritating smells
I gift my neat and clean thoughts to my conscious
that passes to my subconscious and unconscious
and is returned to my brain as an ancient radiation
something the source of so many things.
as something cannot be created from nothing.
The ancient radiation capable of thinking,
as evolution is impossible without thinking.
Thanks sweetheart!
I enjoy a peaceful sleep,
and even more peace when I die,
hopeful to rise with my sweet dreams fulfilled,
and my sweetheart bidding farewell.
And me,
to another planet more beautiful than the earth.
Well, I may be a day dreamer,
there may not be a sweetheart,
no colors no perfumes,
no light no dark,
but no senses to regret my love, as well!
What for you?
A probability,
fifty percent, no senses,
fifty percent, senses and regrets!
Dear! Atheism is indigestion of frustrated human brain.