Oh Really!

Guess what ... The most rotten fruit one could reap after a living a life is, lack of trust.

Not able to be trusted.

Fermentation

Great art, they say, is not created over a full belly.

Why is it so, that the most oft sought: contentment at heart, becomes the greatest hindrance one faces while pursuing excellence? Is satisfaction really that overrated? Is it being placid? Or languid?

How does one make a pick?

You know, I have been wondering this for some while. 

I wanted to have that filled heart, that satiated sense of serenity which the ease of being in one's own skin brings with it ... AND I wanted to be that restless soul with an unwavering spark of passionate creativity. 

Lately, I have realized that the two are mutually exclusive!

No chance of convergence!

The sole route of an existence that justifies itself is maybe the same as of those in whose chest the agony of pierced heart ferments to the potion of bliss! 

Can't Deny The Joy Of ...

A lover looks at creekwater and wants to be
that quick to fall, to kneel, then all
the way down in full prostration.

A lover wants to die of his love
like a man with dropsy
who knows that water will kill him,
but he can't deny his thirst.

A lover loves death. Spill your jug
in the river! Your shame and fear
are like layers covering coldness.

Throw them off, and rush naked
into the joy of death.

"Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing" translated by Coleman Barks

Utha Hoon Aankhon Main Ik Khwaab-e Na-tamaam Liye

Mirage Does Not Quench Thirst

There Is Nothing in This Well but Wind 

I'm drunk again on the wine of lover "Winebringer, bring more wine!
And fill up my cup, for without wine this party will be no fun. 

My love won't even penetrate that veil covering the Beloved's face;
So Minstrel, give us a melody, and Winebringer, bring us some more wine! "

To get in this place, I bent my body into the shape of a doorknocker, so
That the doorman wouldn't send me away to another door.
 
Together, all of us here are hoping to see His face;
Together, all of us are waiting with our vain hopes, our vain fancies, and

our vain dreams.
Drunk from Your gaze, I lust for Your ruby lips.
I have been reduced to less than a question, which in the end is less than

my vain dreams.
Because no one can look directly at the sun, 
I have asked the eye of my heart: what is the use of all this worrying?

So don't waste your time trying to fill your cup with water 
When you know that there is nothing in this well but wind.
 
O Hafiz, in this desert, you have fallen victim to your own illusions. 
When was a pilgrim's thirst ever quenched by a mirage?

Hafiz Shirazi

Soliloquy

(10:57) O MANKIND! There has now come unto you an admonition from your Sustainer, and a cure for all [the ill] that may be in men's hearts, and guidance and grace unto all who believe [in Him].

(10:58) Say: "In [this] bounty of God and in His grace - in this, then, let them rejoice: it is better than all [the worldly wealth] that they may amass!

10:57, 58  Al Quran