Whats New?

When recycled thoughts

Take another breath

Through worn out words,

What news is really there within?

You know it.

I know it.

It’s just another lie -

The sole truth that is 

entire you!

Image Courtesy: Thaiche

Amen

" My Lord, You have concealed many of my sins in this world. I am in a greater need of their being conceded in the next. As You have not revealed my sins even to any of Your pious bondmen, do not expose me on the Day of Resurrection before everybody.

My Lord, Your generosity has expanded my aspiration, and Your forgiveness is superior to my deeds. Therefore gladden my heart by allowing me to meet You on the day You administer justice to Your bondmen.

My Lord, my apology to You is the apology of him who cannot afford his apology being not accepted. Therefore accept my apology, You the Most Magnanimous of those to whom the evildoers tender their apology.

My Lord, do not turn down my request; do not foil my desire; and do not cut off my hope and expectation of You. "

so...

The never ending debate of aql-o-dil!

Should?

Should not?

You Alone I Desire

من آن ماهم که اندر لامکانم
مجو بیرون مرا در عین جانم
تو را هر کس به سوی خویش خواند
تو را من جز به سوی تو نخوانم
مرا هم تو به هر رنگی که خوانی
اگر رنگین اگر ننگین ندانم
سخن کشتی و معنی همچو دریا
درآ زوتر که تا کشتی برانم

 مولوی

La ilaha illa anta subhanaka inni kuntu minaz zalimeen!  

"None has the right to be worshipped but You (O Allah)), Glorified (and Exalted) are You
(above all that (evil) they associate with You). Truly, I have been of the wrong-doers."

 

AlQuran 21:87

And You Thought You Had The Complete Picture

"The world of imagination is greater than facts and concepts, for all concepts are born of imagination. Yet imagination itself is narrow compared to that world from which imagination is born. 

"This is the limit of explanations, for that reality cannot be made known by words and expressions."

From Fi hi ma fihi - Discourses of Rumi

I Do Not Love You...

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.  

Pablo Neruda 

Please

“If you have to go crazy, please go crazy all by yourself!”- OHYOS

It Rained Tonight

Reality is a bucket of cold water splashed onto a burning hot face.

Forge Your Own Path

A novice went to Abbot Macarius seeking advice about the best way to please the Lord.

- Go to the cemetery and insult the dead – said Macarius.

The brother did as he was told. The following day, he returned to Macarius.

- Did they respond? – asked the abbot.

The novice said no, they didn’t.

- Then go to them and praise them.

The novice obeyed. That same afternoon, he returned to the abbot, who again wished to know whether the dead had responded.

- No – said the novice.

- In order to please the Lord, behave as they do – said Macarius.

“Pay no heed to the insults of men, nor to their praise; in this way, you shall forge your own path.”

Courtesy: Paulo Coelho Blog

Anbwa Ki Daaliyon Pe...

Just recalled this awesome thumri by Iqbal Bano.

Its my favourite barsaat melody ... :) And Iqbal Bano is at her youthful best.