Till My Words Return To Me - Habla Me

For a couple of months now there have been quite a few pregnant thoughts and unborn stories that await being touched... you know, touching with fingers - the kind of touch that grants existance to thought from electrical pulses within neurons into the world of binary reality.

So much going on at such a whirlwind pace, at times I wonder if there's a way to make things go slow. Or to make words be born a little more easily? ...  So that they eat up less onto your heart in their efforts to survive the trauma of coming into existance.

Till the time my words return to me and let me touch them as I please, to my fill, I can only raise a toast to them ...

(Translation via web)

Talk to me

Like I flirt with you

Love me

Like I love you

It's a love that is possible

For I kept what love I had

I kept what love I had

It's like a film, and it will return

Love me

Like I flirt with you

Love me

Like I love you

It's a love that is possible

For I kept what love I had

I kept what love I had

It's like a dream, and it will return

And you will come to see

That there is no understanding

For I kept what love I had

I kept what love I had

It's like a dream, and it will return

I know that you will return, and love will not end

For I kept what love I had

I kept what love I had

It's like a dream, and it will return

Or so I hope! :) 

Waheen Tak Hai Jiski Nazr Jahan Tak Hai

اہلِ نظر جانتے ہيں کہ تماشا اور تماشائی ايک ہی شے ہے ـ تماشا لگانے والا خود تماشائی کے رنگ ميں ہے۔ وہ خود ہی ہے، خود آئينہ ہے، خود نظر ہے اور خود ہی خود کے روبرو ہے۔

ـاز واصف علی واصف

Ehl-e nazr jaantay hain kay tamasha aur tamashaee aik hi shaey hai. Tamasha laganay wala Khud, tamashaee kay rung main hai. Wo Khud hi hai, Khud aeena hai, Khud nazr hai aur Khud hi Khud kay rubaru hai.

- Wasif Ali Wasif

Almost

I almost wish we were

butterflies and lived but

three summer days -- 

three such days with you I

could fill with more delight

than fifty common years 

could ever contain.

- Keats

You - The Treasure Chest

You are a volume in the divine book
A mirror to the power that created the universe
Whatever you want, ask it of yourself
Whatever you’re looking for can only be found
Inside of you. 

Rumi

Who Are You? You.

Aaeena  Toee, aks Toee!

Hallaj said:

Love is in the pleasure of possession, but in the Love of Allah there is no pleasure of possession, because the stations of the Reality are wonderment, the cancelling of the debt which is owed, and the blinding of vision. The Love of the human being for God is a reverence which penetrates the very depths of his being, and which is not permitted to be given except to Allah alone. The Love of Allah for the human being is that He Himself gives proof of Himself, not revealing Himself to anything that is not He.

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And Allah says: "I have chosen thee for Myself." (20:41).