Sunday, July 31, 2011

Reverberating With This...

This is a rare gem, shared at Sufi Music as the recording of a private mehfil at Arif sahib's residence.

As I listened to it, the asking resonated perfectly with the inner harp.
This is exactly what plays within, even if without words and this enchanting saazeena ... TERAY Dar TERAY Aastanay kay qabil bana day!

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Seeking & Seeker

Run naught from a tossing heart 

In agony, it seeks respite.

And therein comes its Salvation...

When there is seeking, there is the Seeker!

Rumi says:

The agony of lovers

burns with the fire of passion.

Lovers leave traces of where they've been.

The wailing of broken hearts

is the doorway to God.

Image Courtesy:  Yasuji Paul Hamanaka

Thursday, July 28, 2011

NOW, VERILY, it is We who have created man, and We know what his innermost self whispers within him: for We are closer to him than his neck-vein.

50:16 Al Quran

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Enough Words

Enough Words?

How does a part of the world leave the world?
How can wetness leave water?

Don’t try to put out a fire
by throwing on more fire!
Don’t wash a wound with blood!

No matter how fast you run,
your shadow more than keeps up.
Sometimes, it’s in front!

Only full, overhead sun
diminishes your shadow.

But that shadow has been serving you!
What hurts you, blesses you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest.

I can’t explain this, but it would break
the glass cover over your heart,
and there’s no fixing that.

You mush have shadow and light source both.
Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe.

When from that tree, feathers and wings sprout
on you, be quieter than a dove.
Don’t open your mouth for even a cooooooo.

The soul lives these in the silent breath.

And that grain of barley is such that,
when you put it in the ground,
it grows.
            Are these enough words,
or shall I squeeze more juice from this?
Who am I, my friend?


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

None Else

3 explosions in 7 days!
All of varied natures, on different fronts... but the same impact!
All that make you realize new depths things can go to.

He doesn't try one beyond one's limits, is the promise... Lets hope that the limits are just as grand as the impact is! For there is no choice.

Who else can one trust if not Him?

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Its All ...

  • Pretense doesn't make the insolence go away.

  • There is this basic truth: Adoration doesn't wear insult. And what wears abuse, is exactly what you call “catharsis”. 

... And yes, its all a piece of crap!

Ps: with Valium, knock it out!

Friday, July 15, 2011

Gulp, Gulp, Gulp

Another night…  Darn! She went for her sleeping pills. She HAD to sleep!
Well, not quite actually. She had to break away from reality in fact.  She replayed her day in her head. Noting but a buzz… Great! She thought. She had been successful. She had filled all moments of her awareness with sounds so loud that it drowned every other voice in her head. She had sunk herself in more than what she could handle.  She had to.

Death of one character didn’t mean the play had ended. She had entrances to make, appearances to keep.

Life is such.

So, pills! Gulp.


Death is the termination of the biological functions that sustain a living organism. The word refers both to the particular processes of life's cessation as well as to the condition or state of a formerly living body. Phenomena which commonly bring about death include predation, malnutrition, disease, and accidents or intentional trauma resulting in terminal injury.

Source: wikipedia

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Drive Anthem :)

If its Kishor Kumar singing for Rajesh Khanna, could it be anything less than a heartthrob! ;)

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Focus On Flame

Chun ba did! gardish sang asia,
Abju ra ham bibin akhir bia,
Khak-ra did! baramad dar hawa,
Darmiyan khak bingar bad-ra.
Dighae flkr mi bin! ba jush,
Andar atish ham nazr mi kun bahush
Guft Haqq Aiyub ra 'dar karamat
Man ba bar mui tu sabr dadamat '
Hin, ba sabr khud makun chandin nazr,
Sabr didi, sabr dadanra nigar.


When you have seen the millstone turning round,
Then, prithee, go and see the stream that turns it.
When you have seen the dust rising up into the air,
Go and mark the air in the midst of the dust.
You see the kettles of thought boiling over,
Look with intelligence at the fire beneath them.
God said to Job" Out of my clemency
I have given a grain of patience to every hair of thine"
Look not then, so much at your own patience,
After seeing patience, look to the Giver of patience.

(Translation by WHINFIELD)

An Aching Heart is An Abode

Chigruna bar naparad jan chu az janab-i-Jalaal,
Khitab-i-lutfl chu shakkar ba jan rasad ki, "ta'al."


Why does not the soul take wing when from the glorious Presence
A speech of sweet favour comes to it saying, "Aloft !"

(Translation by Nicholson).

Saturday, July 2, 2011


At times life brings us to such junctures where it is best to just board off the boat. However, what happens is that we embrace a state of denial, pretending to be not bogged down by an unsuccessful voyage. And in that pretence we try to jump back into the boat, “I just want some answers to a few questions”, “I am seeking a few solutions to a couple of issues”, we keep telling ourselves: whereas we all know very well what is remained to be seen on a screen as the credits roll!

The truth is that we try to recreate a journey that had since long been called off.

To exit gracefully is an art.

And we must all know it.

Friday, July 1, 2011