Life, Trials and karma

Life is all about trials, trials and till death we all gone through continuous trials. She, an ordinary girl, also faced all those trials, whatsoever, whenever, wherever she was, she altogether faced. Like every common girl, she dreamed for her life; set some certain ordinary goals, set up priorities, and let herself accordingly. Every night, when she off to her bed, she wished and prayed for a happy and bless full morning. Seasons comes and went; she kept on wending with the same stride, the same pace. She went against wind and weather; At times she would have huge riots amidst her heart and mind. Her heart would divulge her to cease and her mind would urge her to advance.  After so many ups and downs she faced in her life, she at all end give up. And kneels before LORD and cried, seek help. Her help was being listened  by her ALMIGHTY; she throw cold water on her burning desires, put her eyes closed, and sit to wait for her dreams to be comes true only by the well of her ALMIGHTY. But, what happened to her, which made her so much stressed, what was the tension she was being in, why she again got herself sleepless, all these unanswered question were strolling in her mind, her eyes start burning again. Although, she was she firm believer of KARMA; her values, her thoughts were always accordingly. She was bruised, but not broken. She know power of karma, that karma is unpredictable power. A mysterious part of life she went through; some mishaps, or good things occurred in her life. Something for sure happened with her, which creates uncertainty in her life. What was that?? Was that an untold, unpredictable trial she went through?  These all questions are still strolling in her mind..!

Love has again begun to look kindly upon me

The bird of my heart has again begun to flutter; the parrot of my soul has again begun to chew the sugar. My mad and drunken camel has again begun to rend the chain of reason. A drink of that incautious wine has begun to flow over my head and my eyes. The lion of the gaze, despite the dog of the Companions of the Cave, has again begun to drink my blood.

The water is flowing in this river; by the riverbank, the grass has again begun to shoot. The dawn breeze is blowing again in the garden; it has begun to blow over rose and rose bed. Love sold me for just only a single fault; Love’s heart burned, and has again begun to buy back. He drove me away; compassion came to him and called;

Love has again begun to look kindly upon me.

My enemy has seen that I am again with the Friend; he has begun to distress his hand of envy. My heart has escaped from the sting of fortune; it has again begun to creep into Love’s bosom. The tale-bearer brow making hints has begun to curve over that eye. When Love called my again heart towards Him, my heart began to flee from all creation.
Creatures are sticks; the blind man throws away the stick when he begins to see.
Creatures are like milk; the infant turns from milk when it has begun to digest viands.
The spirit is like a falcon taking wing, for it has again begun to hear the drum of the king.
Enough, for the veil of speech has again begun to spin a curtain around you.

The Encounter of Love is near

A hundred drums are being beaten within our hearts, the roar of which we shall hear tomorrow.
Cotton wool in the ear, hair in the eye—that is the anxiety for tomorrow, the subtle whisper of grief; Fling Love’s flame into this cotton wool, like.

Why do you keep fire and cotton wool together?

These two are very opposites to each other, and the opposite never survived.

Since the encounter of Love is near, be joyous of presence for the day of meeting.

For us, death is surely gladness and encounter; if for you it is an occasion of mourning, depart hence!

In as much as this present world is our prison, the ruining of prisons is surely a cause for joy.
He whose prison was so delightful—how shall be the court of Him who adorned the world?

Look not for constancy in this prison, for herein constancy itself never kept faith.

I am within the Soul

I am not a spy nor I am a scandal.I am the Purest Secret! Let me brag and leave me alone because I am drunk!

If a whiff of those drunkard’s breath penetrates the stone, even the stone would brag: “I am the Water of Life!” My whole being is like a bachelors house and all those drunkards are here together inside me.I am bewildered. am I really one of them?

or I, myself is them?!

Woww!!Whether I am of their congene or whether I am other than them, I don’t know and all I know is this, that I am within the Soul and the Garden!

One dawn !

O Soul-wise! you will not perish,you are beautiful from within.

you belong to the omnipotent.you are the perfect radiance of God!

You are certainly unseen, but, what have you seen from your own beauty?

One dawn, you will shine like the sun, only from within yourself!

How great is when a pure gold manifests its beauty and jewel-worth inside a fire.

Oh brother!

Do not run away from fire, what happens if you give it a try at least once?

I swear to God, it will not burn you, but, your face will be enlightened like gold and shine like dimond because you are from Ibrahim’s generation.because, you knew this well from before time!

Choice is yours

All of us find a part of life where we want to break rules; we want to violate everything, so it’s time to think why it is so? Do we spend most of our life time in a prison while our mouth a being shut,but despite sometimes we want to yell so that each and every person can listen to us, do we have spent our life in such a hard and fast rule that now we all are fed up to follow them? Yes these are the random parts of our life, the random clicks where we just wanted to be us and want to feel, to realize what we really want. Do we want to get free from all the sanctions that life is throwing at us or we want to live. Choice is yours, be free are be prison in which you really are.

It’s good to be grey.

It’s good to be grey. So we are getting grey, we have to say sorry to our all passions; the passion of being an unforgettable person, the passion of having someone in life and the passion of visiting any place. So this is the end of life when we turn grey. There is a difference in being grey and getting grey. Still we have time, be passionate. Go wherever you wanted to go in young age. Meet the old friends, do get together, say whatever you wanted to say to someone and never forget to have trust on you. Whatever the conditions, whatever the age is, be passionate. This life is too shot too be negative about something. Be young, be positive and make every part of age unforgettable. Think young, be young and look how it changes life.

true vision

Common folks would say, “Why the messenger appears sour faced and unpleasing?” The elect would say, “Oh People! Come down from the pear tree! To your eyes, he appears to be sour faced! But, come for once and see him through our eyes, so you may behold delight and laughter! ” That pear tree is a tree of Egoism…while you remain on top of that tree, you only see a thorn-yard, full of scorpions and snakes of anger…If you come down from that tree, your thoughts, eyes, and words, will no more be awry…you will see freely, a world filled with beauties and guardians…because of this humbleness shown by you in lowering yourself, God will bestow on your eyes, true vision

Colourfull Spring

winter season it self brings so many thoughtful events. the fully covered people enjoy snow fall, skating, and making snow man etc. Christian communities celebrate their holidays along with mega event "Christmas". but spring come up with colors with it. people around the globe enjoy every color of spring. the festival of Holi is the traditional festival celebrated by  Hindu communities.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming -Pablo Neruda.

Spring won't let people to be in home, every one must go out to breath in fresh air, to enjoy the colorful flowers. the gardens have been decorated with different kind of flowers, trees. every person from children to aged feel themselves reborn and become a child to play with colors. Traditional spring festivals and function have been planned in schools, colleges. students participate in different events to show their talent.

Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!' - Robin Williams. 

Basant (Indian, Pakistani) festival in English Kite flying festival is another big festival celebrated mostly in south Asian countries. age does not matter when it comes to kites flying compositions.  colorful kites in sky certainly catch every human eye to watch and enjoy. the cool wind and kites are most favorite  activity for people to enjoy in spring. 

the language of all birds!

Hurry my friends!


Real time has come! The time of sacrifice and offering loads has come.In order to depose the Satan, a Solomon to the throne, has come !
Leap away from your place.
Why do you tarry?

Why are you so incompetent?
 If you don’t know the way to Solomon’s palace, ask the hoopoe! Do your prayers, there, utter your secrets and neediness, there…Solomon, indeed knows the language of all birds!

self-sacrificing friend!

A lover at the presence of his beloved was recounting his services and works, saying: For your sake I did such and such…in that struggle, I suffered those arrows and spears…I lost my wealth…I lost my name…I lost my power…because of your love, I went under many misfortune…” The Beloved replied, “Listen well and understand! You did all that…but, all you did is secondary! You did not do what is the root of root of Love and Faithfulness!” The lover asked, “What is that root?” The Beloved replied, “ It is to become nothing and to be naught…you did many things, but, you are still alive!…Become naught, if you are a self-sacrificing friend!

endless battle of her ..

For Her, as an ordinary girl, dreams and wishes were everything she love to live with, of this she was sure this is the only way to not think about the bitter truth of reality. to live in her life - as destined for her, she often think of it, is nothing like a nightmare. sitting beside the window in late winter nights and counting the bright start shining on the sky, she lost herself in her dreams and wishes. she was not like she made herself - losing all the confidence she had before to face the realities and troubles in her life. she lost her identity.but, somewhere,  whenever someone looked into her puffy eyes filled with tears all the time, it often seems like her eyes were screaming to tell the story of her life, her eyes bear the witness of her fight. she was in continuous fight. a battle she was fighting for her dreams, wishes to comes true by some means. a silent battle she was fighting against her destiny. but she never think of the consequences, because it often made her more scared either she can win the battle or not. a continuous battle with an unpredictable result broke her  into pieces of age. but her fight never had an end. she with same stride and passion for her dreams and wishes fight against her destiny. 

A Part of Her...!!

 

Late winter nights; silence all around; she slipped off  from her bed and sit besides the window, burring her hands into the long coat pockets, staring at the stars. above all, its seems like the stars are specks of silver paint on a charcoal canvas. she was inspired by the realization that she was not only looking at the stars, but staring into the past as well. season come and went; she with same stride, moving on and on in her life. as she often realized that nothing new happened in her life. she often tried to  think in some different way to manipulate her story with some new twists and stories but her eye while staring at the sky were looking the same sky sight. it often seems that she is sitting besides the window and time with its constant way moving on. 

she sometimes lose track of time when she staring at a sky filled with wind-whipped clouds, and when she hear thunder rumbling, she always draw near the window to watch for lightning. When the next brilliant flash illuminates the sky, she often find herself filled with longing, as something is missing in her life. she really did not know why this is so.she could only realized that: she was not sentimental, but she was not without emotions. Therefore, she was bruised but not broken. She wrapped herself and moved on...yet a part of her scattered and is silently waiting to be fold by him..!!

Little by little

Little by little, drunk people are gathering: those in love, people who want to drink more and more glasses of knowledge, the knowledge of God. Little by little, their souls grow up, and they become alive. Little by little, the spiritual life rises from the physical one."

Little by little, the group of the lovedrunk arrive
Little by little, the worshipers of wine arrive

They are on their way; Comforting and gentle
Like flowers from the flowerfield they arrive

Little by little, from this world of Being and non-Being
The non-existent leave and the existent arrive

They come with hands and clothes full of gold
For the poor and hungry they arrive

The gaunt, exhausted from the trials of Love
Strong and healthy they arrive

Like the rays of the Sun , the lives of the Pure
From those heights to the lowly valley they arrive

Green and fresh the garden for the pure
With new fruits from the love drunk they arrive

Their essence is grace and grace they unfold and expand
From the garden towards the garden they arrive...

I was going to tell you my story

I was going to tell you my story
but waves of pain drowned my voice.
I tried to utter a word but my thoughts
became fragile and shattered like glass.
Even the largest ship can capsize
in the stormy sea of love,
let alone my feeble boat
which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing
but a strip of wood to hold on to.
Small and helpless, rising to heaven
on one wave of love and falling with the next
I don't even know if I am or I am not.
When I think I am, I find myself worthless,
when I think I am not, I find my value.
Like my thoughts, I die and rise again each day
so how can I doubt the resurrection?
Tired of hunting for love in this world,
at last I surrender in the valley of love
and become free.