Tuesday, September 30, 2008

From word to word I roam,
From dawn to dusk.
Dream in,
Dream out --
I pass myself and towns,
A human satellite.
I wait, am hopeful, as one who waits at the rock
For the spring to well forth and ever well on.
I feel as bright as if I tented somewhere in the Milky Way.
To urge the world to feel I walk through lonesome solitudes.
All around me lightning explodes sparks from my glance
To reveal all light, unveil faces everywhere.
Godward,
onward to the final weighingovercoming heavy weight with thirst.
Constantly,
the longings of all born call out,
"Is anyone around?"
I know each one is HE,
but in my heart there writhes a tear;
When of men and rocks and trees I hear;
All plead "Feel us"All beg "See us"God!
Lend me your eyes!
I came to be, to sow the seed of sight in the world,
To unmask the God who disguised Himself as world--
And yes, I wait to be the first to announce
"The Dawn."

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Ramadan leaving...

Peace be upon you, O month of daytime fasting!
Peace be upon you, O month of nighttime vigil!
Peace be upon you, O month of true faith!
Peace be upon you, O month of the Quran!
Peace be upon you, O month of the radiant lights!
Peace be upon you, O month of forgiveness and pardon!
Peace be upon you, O month of the ascending steps of Paradise and of salvation from the descending steps of Hell!
Peace be upon you, O month of the worshipful penitents!
Peace be upon you, O month of those who know from spiritual experience!
Peace be upon you, O month of those who exercise discriminating judgment!
Peace be upon you, O month of safety and security!
You are a prison for disobedient sinners, and for the truly devout you are a place of comfort. Peace be upon the lamps and lanterns that shine so bright!
Peace be upon the sleepless eyes, and upon the streaming tears!
Peace be upon the illuminated niches in the mosques, and upon the tears that are spilled and shed!
Peace be upon the sighs that arise from hearts that are aflame!
O Allah, include us among those whose fasting and prayers have been accepted, among those whose evil deeds You have transformed into good deeds, among those whom You have allowed by Your mercy to enter Your Gardens of Paradise, and among those whose degrees You have exalted,
O Most Merciful of the merciful, ya Arhamar Rahimiyn

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Each new day
we are given
Is a blessing from God
Each breath at waking
A new beginning
Take nothing for granted
Time and fortune are fleeting
Each exhalation
May be your last
O Friend, breathe
the morning light
The rise and fall of your lungs
Is the body’s prostration
The prayer of life
Invoking His name

All-ah! All-ah!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Forerunner...

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation
of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.
And I too am my own forerunner, for the long shadow stretching before me at sunrise
shall gather under my feet at the noon hour. Yet another sunrise shall lay another
shadow before me, and that also shall be gathered at another noon.
Always have we been our own forerunners, and always shall we be. And all that we have
gathered and shall gather shall be but seeds for fields yet unploughed. We are the fields
and the ploughmen, the gatherers and the gathered.
When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire.
Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams
were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.
And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another
silent word. Then Life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories
of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and
tomorrow was birth pursued.
And now we are in God's hands. You are a sun in His right hand and I an earth in His
left hand. Yet you are not more, shining, than I, shone upon.

Faces...

I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single
countenance as if held in a mould.
I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face
whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.
I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things
were graven.
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the
reality beneath.
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fevourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush,
frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-be ruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed

Thursday, September 18, 2008

The day the dust of Heart was being kneaded
A dewdrop of Love was dropped in.......
And there ......
upon Their Fall .......
That dewdrop turned into torrents of
in brimful eyes of
Lovers banished from their
Beloved's Garden of
Oneness.........
Hu! .......
Hu!

I have a heart that no wine whatsoever can console,
Except the wine of ever recalling the joy of joining with the Beloved.
Haqq!

(There are as many Ways to the Beloved as there are created Souls; and I take the shortcut: my heart's hidden door to You!)





You are
We in our Oneness
The Soul of all souls,
Love of all loves,
Light of all lights
Shining on from the East of Love
and Light;
Spreading over our Hearts'
Horizons to the West of beautiful souls and minds;
Glowing and growing into full panoramic vistas of our entire heavenly
collective Being...
May It be so!May It ever be so!

Medicine 4 losers,lovers & everyone...


This is a pray..
Oh Allah take me to Madina..
The City of Great Beloved..
The Master of Your Lovers..
The Land
where peace is still in the air
and
the sand particles perfumed in the perfumes of Love
kiss over the seekers' faces
Let me put my head on the lap of
The Holy Beloved
The Pacifier of burning hearts
The Healer of losers' sobs
O God,
we ask you with every request
we praise You with
Your every Name!
we kiss
Your Greatest Name!
we ask you with every request
please,
us to the House of
Your Holy Beloved!!
oh my Desired One!
i say and write
these words
to please You!!
on one day,
when my words
will all have been gone away
after having given
You all of them!
then i will have none of them!
then i will give
You my priceless
but best of tears!!
to make You pleased!



(Wordly love sometimes kicks off the insane piteous heart and push it off into the realm of wonders: the Kingdom of True Love!Let us pray for all insane lover and loser hearts!)

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I have lost only what the moth loses
in the candle flame—ash.
I have lost what falls behind
the turning sunflower—shadows.
I have lost the milky scales that cover the eyes
of a snake about to shed.
I have lost what the skeleton gives upto the worms and the bleaching sun.
I have lost the empty husk a cicada leaves
for a few months in the chorus of summer after seventeen years in the ground.
At the baggage carousel
I couldn't find a tagwith my name on it,
because all the tags said
YOU.
Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim
A man knocked at the door of his beloved.

"Who are you, trusted one?"
thus asked the friend.
He answered:
"I!" The friend said:
"Go away,
Here is no place for people raw and crude!
"What, then,
could cook the raw and rescue him
But separation's fire and exile's flame?
The poor man went to travel a whole year,
And burnt from separation from his friend,
And he matured, was cooked and burnt, returned
And carefully approached the friend's abode.
He walked around it now in cautious fear
Lest from his lips unfitting words appear.
His friend called out:
"Who is there at my door?"
The answer:
"You, dear, you are at the door?"
He said:
"Come in, now that you are all I-
There is no room in this house for two 'I's!"

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Day and night is a struggle between desire, and suppressing desire,
My heart agonizes me, and I agonize my heart.
The heart envies the eyes - the pleasure of its observation,
And the eyes envy the heart - the pleasure of its reflection


When Allah bestows His grace upon a servant, He opensthe way to reach Him. Then the remembrance (dhikr) of Allahpredominates.
The call to love was issued throughout the worlds,
Yet he whom the Beloved Himself loved,
Was granted the remembrance of the Beloved

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

fading memories...


"Say to my friends, when they look upon me, dead
Weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow
Do not believe that this corpse you see is myself
In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I,
I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh
It was my abode and my garment for a time.
I am a treasure, by a talisman kept hid,
Fashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine,
I am a pearl, which has left it's shell deserted,
I am a bird, and this body was my cage
Whence I have now floron forth and it is left as a token
Praise to God, who hath now set me free
And prepared for me my place in the highest of the heaven,
Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst.
Now I live in truth, with the grave - clothes discarded.
Today I hold converse with the saints above,
With no veil between, I see God face to face.
I look upon "Loh-i-Mahfuz" and there in I read
Whatever was and is and all that is to be.
Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground,
Cast away the talisman, it is a token, no more
Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment.
Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten,
I have passed on my way and you are left behind
Your place of abode was no deweling place for me.
Think not that death is death, nay, it is life,
A life that surpasses all we could dream of here,
While in this world, here we are granted sleep,
Death is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolonged
Be not frightened when death draweth night,
It is but the departure for this blessed home
Think of the mercy and love of your Lord,
Give thanks for His Grace and come without fear.
What I am now, even so shall you be
For I know that you are even as I am
The souls of all men come forth from God
The bodies of all are compounded alike
Good and evil, alike it was ours
I give you now a message of good cheer
May God's peace and joy for evermore be yours."

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Thursday, September 4, 2008

video

..... by Atif

After so many years of being blind, and walking in the dark, one day, Allah the Most Gracious Most Merciful shone the torch in my eyes, and I woke up from the trance, from the illness, from the blindness I was trapped in for so long. So I said the simple and so logical words. The clearest and most perfect words that have ever reached human ears. “La ilaha il Allah, Muhammed Rasoull Allah”. This sentence was the defining moment in my life which made me become a Muslim, and to this day, I have never looked back. Allah is One and Whole and Perfect and Muhammad was His last Prophet The Qur'an for me is like a manual, just like a car needs a manual to function properly, the Holy Quran is the guidebook to life, and something which covers all areas and which we cannot live without.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Itna toota hoon ki choonay say bikhar jaaoonga,
Ab agar aur dua dogay to mar jaaoonga !
Pooch kar mera pata, waqt ra-e-gah na karo,
Main to banjara hoon, kya jaanay kidhar jaaoonga !
Har taraf dhund hai, jugnu hai na charag koi,
Kaun pehchanayga, basti mein agar jaaoonga !
Zindagi, main bhi musaafir hoon teri kashti ka,
Tu jahan mujh say kahegi main utar jaaoonga !
Phool rah jayeengay guldaan mein yaadon ki nazar,
Main to khushboo hoon fhizaon mein bikhar jaaoonga !
Itna toota hoon ki choonay say bikhar jaaoonga,
Ab agar aur dua dogay to mar jaaonga

Monday, September 1, 2008


Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful"
Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean"