Thursday, March 28, 2013

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! :) 



Monday, March 18, 2013

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


Saturday, March 16, 2013

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

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

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


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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).