Mawlana Shaykh Nazim Adil Haqqani


The Lord created us and loves us; that is why everyone loves love. No one complains of love or wants it to be taken from him, but all want to be loved more. Where are you seeking love? Are you taking pure water from the gushing source, or muddy, slimy water from the ditch? You love people, but they will die. Perhaps your love will be unrequited, or because of a small error or indiscretion on your part that person's heart will harden to you and love will be no more. You say that you love him or her, but do you love him or her unconditionally? Is your love permanent-love for the real immaculate divine essence living in that person, or temporary, as a result of some desirable attributes: beauty, youth, wealth, station or wit? When that beautiful, young, wealthy, clever, amiable socialite becomes an ugly, old, penniless, senile, grumpy outcast will you still love her? Is your love of the spirit or of the world?


Oh people, seek real love, a love that cannot go astray. That love is the love of God and the love of his creatures for the sake of His love for them. That love emanation may bind all receptive hearts. There is a common saying: "The friend of a friend is a friend", so love people if you love God, for you must know that He loves them. It is not always easy to love people, even good people, so what about the Korahs of this world?

Love pertaining to the ego is not love, as all the ego knows is to love itself, and what is commonly called love is but a mutual understanding to support each other's egoism. Don't trust your ego, nor anyone else's, for the ego is disloyal by nature. When the spirit gains ascendancy the ego may be harnessed and put to good use, as the Holy Prophet (sallallaho alayahi wasallam) said: "Your ego is your mount", but left to its whims it will take you many miles from your path in search of herbage.


This discourse is an Ocean, its summary is: what is of the world beware of, and pay attention to the dose. When crossing that ocean embark on a sturdy ship with well maintained lifeboats and life-preservers, and if you swim in it keep your head above water!

lost by Atif

I lost someone,

in the woods of darkness,

trying to find a way,

back to the earth.

I left someone,

in the hell of silence,

pushing the brakes,

hitting me back,

paralizing me in those immortal thoughts.

I am being seperated from someone,

in the way of that unknown path,

where I couldn't get a hint of liquor of truth,

nor a wing to hold from start to last.

The lost someone is nobody else,

but me in the fits of fears,

which made me hate the darkness,

which I loved before, around the sphere.

And at the end,the tears says,

the truth carves on the rocks of ever,

that I am lost forever,who can be rescued never.

-Atif Hussain

I guess you didnt notice how i looked into ur eyes,

And saw how your soul screamed

For the truth through all the lies.

And now you're with him

when it should be me.

i guess that you're too oblivious to see,

how happy I am

when you're with me,

but now you're gone

And my heart bleeds

There is a secret path to the heartwinding through a rose,

where deep between

the layers of roseness,

a lover can find the wayto the embedded clues of the truth,

hidden there by the warriors of love.

There is no battle cry, no army,

no weapons, no flag to carry,

for the wayfarer must enter

the deep jungle of fragranceand alluring silken beauty

to find the heart within the rose.
Enter the rose with Rumi,

and he will show you the way,

spinning you around and dancing

you into laughter and wonder.

The mystics know the way of the heart

and guard the secrets well.

No map exists, and no words can describe

the alchemy of the journey

that turns you into light.
Fall out of your well laid plans,

and fall deeply into love.

Love will meet you inside the rose,

and you will awakenin the beauty of your heart.

(c) whispering mystic

Look at Love...
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love
look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend
why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how unknown merges into the known
why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last
look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs
look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once
the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together
look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox
you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me
be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don't get mixed up with bitter words
my beloved grows
right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be
- Rumi

.

God came to my house and asked for charity.

And I fell on my knees and

cried, “Beloved,

what may I

give?”

“Just love,” He said.

“Just love”

Remember of the Divine is not the job,

of a useless idler,

And return to God is not the way

of any worthless wanderer.

In the school of lovers, silence is better than speech

reality ....

...

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

Love has given me wings,

So I must fly far, far away.

And if that means leaving this life behind,

Then I leave it without sorrow.

It’s my time to go,

A new beginning calls to me.

I’ll never forget,

I'll always remember,

And if fate allows it,

we will meet again.

Never have been I welcomed,

So driving away is no goodbye.

I forgive your mistakes, your choices,

But now it’s my turn to make my own.

If I never see you again,

My never ending love is forever yours.

You brought me into this world,

And I plan on making the best of what I was given.

Love has given me wings,

So I must fly far,

far away.

And if that means leaving you behind,

Then I leave you without looking back...

It took me losing you twice,

To honestly realize you were the one.

Now that you're gone,

I realize I'll never get you back..

Poison runs through my veins,

It's slowly killing the human in me,

But I can't stop it,

I need more.

When it's apart of you,

There's no point in fighting,

Just embrace what you've been given,

Take charge and feed the hunger.

They'll never understand why I'm doing this,

But one day they'll realize,

I was right ;

The Monster was right...

It feels as though,

A century has faded,

Since you left,

My love.

And yet I feel you with me,

Every step I take,

Every move I make,

I feel you in the the wind.

I shall never love another,

As I have loved you.

Our love may be forbidden,

But I still long for your touch.

Our love was passionate,

Our love was strong.

It ended in a flash,

But I will die loving only you.

In a thousand years,

No one will remember our names,

No one will remember our story,

No one will remember our love.

Our memory,

Will die with our souls,

So will our names,

And our story.

But not our love,

Forbidden or not,

It shall survive,

It shall remain alive...

words of wisdom from Quran...

1. Respect and honour all human beings irrespective of their religion, color, race, sex, language, status, property, birth, profession/job and so on [17/70]

2. Talk straight, to the point, without any ambiguity or deception [33/70]

3. Choose best words to speak and say them in the best possible way [17/53, 2/83]

4. Do not shout. Speak politely keeping your voice low. [31/19]

5. Always speak the truth. Shun words that are deceitful and ostentatious [22/30]

6. Do not confound truth with falsehood [2/42]

7. Say with your mouth what is in your heart [3/167]

8. Speak in a civilized manner in a language that is recognised by the society and is commonly used [4/5]

9. When you voice an opinion, be just, even if it is against a relative [6/152]

10. Do not be a bragging boaster [31/18]

11. Do not talk, listen or do anything vain [23/3, 28/55]

12. Do not participate in any paltry. If you pass near a futile play, then pass by with dignity [25/72]

13. Do not verge upon any immodesty or lewdness whether surreptitious or overt [6/151].

14. If, unintentionally, any misconduct occurs by you, then correct yourself expeditiously [3/134].

15. Do not be contemptuous or arrogant with people [31/18]

16. Do not walk haughtily or with conceit [17/37, 31/18]

17. Be moderate in thy pace [31/19]

18. Walk with humility and sedateness [25/63]

19. Keep your gazes lowered devoid of any lecherous leers and salacious stares [24/30-31, 40/19].

20. If you do not have complete knowledge about anything, better keep your mouth shut. You might think that speaking about something without full knowledge is a trivial matter. But it might have grave consequences [24/15-16]

21. When you hear something malicious about someone, keep a favorable view about him/her until you attain full knowledge about the matter. Consider others innocent until they are proven guilty with solid and truthful evidence [24/12-13]

22. Ascertain the truth of any news, lest you smite someone in ignorance and afterwards repent of what you did [49/6]

23. Do not follow blindly any information of which you have no direct knowledge. (Using your faculties of perception and conception) you must verify it for yourself. In the Court of your Lord, you will be held accountable for your hearing, sight, and the faculty of reasoning [17/36].

24. Never think that you have reached the final stage of knowledge and nobody knows more than yourself. Remember! Above everyone endowed with knowledge is another endowed with more knowledge [12/76]. Even the Prophet [p.b.u.h] was asked to keep praying, "O My sustainer! Advance me in knowledge." [20:114]

25. The believers are but a single Brotherhood. Live like members of one family, brothers and sisters unto one another [49/10].

26. Do not make mockery of others or ridicule others [49/11]

27. Do not defame others [49/11]

28. Do not insult others by nicknames [49/11]

29. Avoid suspicion and guesswork. Suspicion and guesswork might deplete your communal energy [49/12]

30. Spy not upon one another [49/12]

31. Do not backbite one another [49/12]

32. When you meet each other, offer good wishes and blessings for safety. One who conveys to you a message of safety and security and also when a courteous greeting is offered to you, meet it with a greeting still more courteous or (at least) of equal courtesy [4/86]

33. When you enter your own home or the home of somebody else, compliment the inmates [24/61]

34. Do not enter houses other than your own until you have sought permission; and then greet the inmates and wish them a life of blessing, purity and pleasure [24/27]

35. Treat kindly " Your parents " Relatives " The orphans " And those who have been left alone in the society [4/36]

36. Take care of " The needy, " The disabled " Those whose hard earned income is insufficient to meet their needs " And those whose businesses have stalled " And those who have lost their jobs. [4/36]

37. Treat kindly " Your related neighbours, and unrelated neighbours " Companions by your side in public gatherings, or public transportation. [4/36]

38. Be generous to the needy wayfarer, the homeless son of the street, and the one who reaches you in a destitute condition [4/36]

39. Be nice to people who work under your care. [4/36]

40. Do not follow up what you have given to others to afflict them with reminders of your generosity [2/262].

41. Do not expect a return for your good behaviour, not even thanks [76/9]

42. Cooperate with one another in good deeds and do not cooperate with others in evil and bad matters [5/2]

43. Do not try to impress people on account of self-proclaimed virtues [53/32]

44. You should enjoin right conduct on others but mend your own ways first. Actions speak louder than words. You must first practice good deeds yourself, then preach [2/44]

45. Correct yourself and your families first [before trying to correct others] [66/6]

46. Pardon gracefully if anyone among you who commits a bad deed out of ignorance, and then repents and amends [6/54, 3/134]

47. Divert and sublimate your anger and potentially virulent emotions to creative energy, and become a source of tranquility and comfort to people [3/134]

48. Call people to the Way of your Lord with wisdom and beautiful exhortation. Reason with them most decently [16/125]

49. Leave to themselves those who do not give any importance to the Divine code and have adopted and consider it as mere play and amusement [6/70]

50. Sit not in the company of those who ridicule Divine Law unless they engage in some other conversation [4/140]

51. Do not be jealous of those who are blessed [4/54]

52. In your collective life, make rooms for others [58/11]

53. When invited to dine, Go at the appointed time. Do not arrive too early to wait for the preparation of meal or linger after eating to engage in bootless babble. Such things may cause inconvenience to the host [33/53]

54. Eat and drink [what is lawful] in moderation [7/31].

55. Do not squander your wealth senselessly [17/26]

56. Fulfill your promises and commitments [17/34]

57. Keep yourself clean, pure [9/108, 4/43, 5/6].

58. Dress-up in agreeable attire and adorn yourself with exquisite character from inside out [7/26]

59. Seek your provision only by fair endeavor [29/17, 2/188]

60. Do not devour the wealth and property of others unjustly, nor bribe the officials or the judges to deprive others of their possessions

at the moment you were leaving,
the heart
seemed dry,
and no tears!
at the moment you have left,
the heart is
like a sponge,
shrinks,
giving off a lot of water!

Prisoner of Love..

I am a prisoner of love, completely captive, bird whose wings wish only to fan the face of his Beloved. What need have I to fly? Where in this world can I go? Bound with the invisible thread of devotion, I pace my inner courtyard, rave silently beneath a local moon and wait for his return. To call this a jail is a lie when all I want to do is crawl further in, dig my tunnel deeper to the one forever guarding me.

A prisoner of love, yes, that's what I am!

Howling at the half moon, screaming for the full, I turn my self in, keep turning myself in and in and in to the only one worth being in love and alone with. Why dream of other times and places when the one who has the key is knocking at your door?

If words come out of the heart, they will enter the heart,
but if they come from the tongue,
they will not pass beyond the ears.

Ocean of my Dreams.. by Ibn Arabi, Rumi and A. yaseen.

Ocean of my Dreams

I sail with you in the Ocean of dreams
To a far away distant places
Of great beauty
And tranquaility.

Where pain and suffering
Do not exist.

Where we give praises for,
Our joy and happiness,
Where our love intertwines,
With the love for all things.

O’ beloved Compainion of my heart,
Keeper of my soul,
You have reached out and touched
The essence of my being,
And showed me the way,
To the higher plane,
Your love has awaken me,
From my years of slumber,
A beckoned call to spiritual world,
Where my body is mist in the mountains,
This is where my heart belongs,
This is where my soul lives,
Because I love you,
Yes ‘ I love you,
Ya Allah , I love you.


Compainion of my heart,
Keeper of my soul.


No one knows desire except for,
The one who bears it,
Nor fervent longing except for,
The one who suffers from it.


When I am with you we stay up all night,
When you are not here, I cant sleep,
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.

A moment of happiness,
Thou and I together here,
And in the timeless sweet land,
We feel the flowing water of life here,
With the garden’s beauty,
And the birds singing.

The stars will be watching us,
And we will show them,
What is it to be a thin, crescent moon.

This is where my heart belongs,
This is where my soul lives.

Because I love you,
Yes I love you,
Ya Allah, I love you!

Companion of my heart ,
Keeper of my soul.

the Conference OF Devils :::

The king of devils called a worldwide conference of all his minions.
In his opening address he said,
“We can’t keep believers from their prayers and meditations.”
“We can’t keep them from reading their holy scriptures and knowing the truth.”
“We can’t even keep them from forming an intimate relationship with their Lord.”
“Once they gain that connection with their Creator, our power over them is broken.”
“So let them go to their houses of worship; let them have their community dinners, BUT steal their time, so they don’t have time to develop a relationship with God.”
“This is what I want you to do,” said the Devil:
“Distract them from remembering their Lord and maintaining that vital connection throughout the day!”
“How shall we do this?” his helpers asked.
“Keep them busy in the non-essentials of life, inventing innumerable schemes to occupy their minds, bodies and souls” he answered.
“Tempt people to keep spending with no end in sight, continually borrowing to fund their addiction!”
“Persuade people to go to work all hours of the day and night, 6-7 days each week, so they can afford their empty lifestyles.”
“Keep them from spending time with their children.”
“As their families fragment, soon their homes will offer no escape from the pressures of life!”
“Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice.”
“Entice them to play the radio constantly whenever they drive, and further entertainment throughout the day and night in their homes! Make sure there is no escape from our entertainments, so they get so lost in the material world, they begin to forget their spiritual reality…”
“This will jam their minds and break their union with God.”
“Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers.”
“Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day.”
“Invade their driving moments with billboards.”
“Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogues, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotion offering free products, services and false hopes.”
“Keep skinny, beautiful models on magazines and TV, so husbands will believe that outward beauty is what’s important, and they’ll become dissatisfied with their wives. Women will be so distracted trying to attain these impossible looks, they’ll have no time for the more important things in life, destroying their health into the bargain!”
“Keep husbands and wives too tired, to spend time loving each other at night. Give them headaches too!”
“If they don’t give their spouses the love they need, they may begin to look elsewhere…”
“That will fragment families quickly!”
“Even in their recreation, let them go to excess!”
“Have them return from their recreation exhausted.”
“Keep them too busy to take walks in the park, amongst the natural world, preventing their reflection upon God’s creation. Send them instead to amusement parks, sporting events, plays, concerts, and movies. Keeping them ever so busy!”
“And when they go to their congregational prayers, involve them in internal politics, gossip and small talk, so they leave with troubled hearts…”
“Crowd their lives with ever so many distractions, they have no time to seek the pleasure of their Lord.”
“Soon they will be working on their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause.”
“It will work!” “It will work!”
It was quite a plan!
The devils went eagerly to their assignments, causing believers everywhere to get busier and more rushed, going here and there. Having little time for God or their families. Having no time to tell others, about the infinite love and mercy of the Almighty to change lives.
I guess the question is, have the devils been successful in their schemes?
You be the judge…
Does “BUSY” mean:
B-eing
U-nder
S-atan’s
Y-oke?
Please pass this on, if you aren’t too BUSY!

The breath of zekr inhales love and exhales kindness/ The heartbeat keeps time to the rhythm of intention/ Steady the breath with silence and good works/ Listen to the heart beat La illa ha ill Allah!/ O seeker, the traveler on this path takes no provisions but love.


Irving Karchmar

Quotes !!

Anger is a destroyer for the heart of a sage; and he who does not have his anger under his control does not have his wisdom under his control, either."

"Be the friend of he who may grace you, not of one whom you are better than." (i.e make friends with ones who are higher than you so that you progress.)”

"Piety is that Allah does not miss you in the place where He has commanded you to be, and does not see (find) you where He has forbidden you from."

“The believer should live between two fears the past sin that he does not know what Allah will do about it and the remaining days that he does not know what misfortunes he will encounter during them. Thus, the believer begins his day fearfully and ends his day fearfully. Except fear, nothing mends the believer.”

“The world is the believer's jail, patience is his fortress, and Paradise is his abode. The world is the disbeliever's paradise, grave is his jail, and Hell is his abode.”


"Someone who possesses knowledge on a subject but conceals it when he is asked will be bridled with reins of fire." (Therefore, if a person possesses information that would help a bewildered person and improve his situation but he remains silent, he has surely committed a great sin.)


“At the (appointed) time of every prayer, I hear a caller who calls and says, ‘O children of Adam! Keep up prayers in order to extinguish the fire you have lit against yourselves (by committing sin).’


“Whoever has not made any improvements in one day has lost.”

“Say each of your prayers as if it were your last prayer.”


“He who travels in the search of knowledge, to him God shows the way of Paradise.”


“Keep yourselves far from envy, because it eats up and takes away good actions, like the fire that eats up and burns wood.”


“Deal gently with a people, and be not harsh; cheer them and condemn not.”

“As for those who practice without guidance, they are like him who walks without choosing a definite path. The more he walks, the remoter he becomes.”

... From the lips of the Prophet Muhammad {peace be upon him} ...
came the saying, Mutu qabla an tamutu (Die before you die): leave this world with your own will before you are faced with the necessity of leaving it at the end of your life.

There are three steps to achieving eternal life by dying to the world.

The first step is to protect oneself against the love, the ambition, the lust, the pleasures of this world, whose attractions pull us down to it and whose illusions distract us from Truth.

The second step is to try to live in strict accordance with the divine precepts -- not in a forced way but in seeking and assuming the divine attributes, the beautiful names of Allah, and in making them one's character in sincerity. The most ordinary sort of example of this is when a sincere man is dead and buried, beautiful memories of him live on.

The third and final step is to efface oneself, all that one has done, and all that one was -- including the divine attributes with which one has characterized oneself, such ass the Living One, the Hearing One, the Seeing One, the Knowing One, the Speaking One, the One with Power, the One with Will, the One Who Can Create -- all and everything, and to realize that there is no existence except allah. There is no you, but He and you are lost in Him, and you exist with Him. This is truly dying before dying.

Such a person is in continuous remembrance and continually conscious; his consciousness extends this world into the other. Therefore, he will be alive eternally.

Continuous remembrance, total consciousness, is the goal and the sign of the perfect man. It is also the beginning, the means, and the key to perfection. Perfection is in Allah and is from Allah, and man attains it in the measure of his closeness to Allah.

To come close to Allah is only possible through loving Him, and to love Him is only possible through remembering Him. The Beloved of Allah, Muhammad {peace be upon him}, said: Man remembers often the one whom he loves.

Frequent remembrance of Allah increases His love in one's heart. If one's heart and mind are preoccupied with other things, one will forget the Creator and Sustainer of that heart and will neither remember nor love Him.

It is impossible to realize the Creator only with one's senses and one's mind. It is not easy to submit to Him through reason. But if one remembers Him often, that remembrance will penetrate into one's being -- into every part, every cell, deep into one's essence, making one able to remember Him without effort, like a heartbeat. Then the effort to be conscious will be replaced by the pleasure of consciousness. That pleasure will bring the love of Allah. Allah says: Remember Allah so often so that you will find deliverance from heedlessness, and find happiness. (Juma', 10). And: Those who remember Allah standing and sitting and lying on their sides... (Al-i'Imran, 191) are the heedful who see the signs of the creation of the heavens and the earth and know that they were not created in vain.

Realization of this is the reward of remembrance. The pleasure of seeing the harmony in the creation, the love felt for the Maker of this creation, are the signs that Allah has opened the eyes of one's heart and the gates of His Paradise.

There are only two rewards which Allah bestows upon a human being that He never takes back. One is the pleasure given in the remembrance of Him; the other is the lifting of dark veils from the eye of the heart, so that wherever one looks one sees the Truth in the beauty and power of the Creator.


An excerpt from

Inspirations: On the Path of Blame
Shaikh Badruddin of Simawna
Translation and commentaryby Tosun Bayrak al-Jerrahi

Rumi...

Joyful the moment when we sat in the bower, Thou and I;
In two forms and with two faces - with one soul, Thou and I.


The colour of the garden and the song of the birds give the elixir of immortality
The instant we come into the orchard, Thou and I.


The stars of Heaven come out to look upon us
We shall show the moon herself to them, Thou and I.
Thou and I, with no 'Thou' or 'I', shall become one through our tasting;
Happy, safe from idle talking, Thou and I.


The spirited parrots of heaven will envy us
When we shall laugh in such a way, Thou and I.


This is stranger, that Thou and I,
in this corner here...


Are both in one breath here and there - Thou and I





(i just love this poem so thot to share with u all)

my courage failing,

and shelter in friendship gone

re-evaluateto renew past acquaintance

and specify a path home.





(In the past few days I have come to know the horror of friendship lost, and of the difficulty in clawing back a dignified existence from the ashes of that situation. Not for myself, I've felt no tragedy in my personal life for some time, no - instead, a friend is suffering. i thought of her, and these few lines came to me)

Beware! Don't allow yourself to do what you know is wrong, relying on the thought.

A sip ov Wine

Love draws us to love, pulls us into this sweet abyss, melts away attachments, drowns us in ecstacy. Who would not give away everything for another taste of this intoxicating substance? The Sufi's say that one sip of this wine and you are lost, you would sell everything for just another sip.
- I felt the butterfly wings of love at the edge of my heart, I knew I was given more than I thought could ever be given. And later the love came again, richer, deeper, more complete, more intoxicating. All one can think is, why me? What have I done to deserve this? And the heart is so greatful.
- In this love affair all of our patterns of seduction, the games we play to keep our lover, are useless. We become so vulnerable. We are loves prey.
In human relationships we have been taught to look after ourselves, to draw boundaries and not be victimized. We know that we shouldn't be taken advantage of, that we shouldn't be violated. This is very important, learning to keep our human integrity and sense of self, not to sell ourself for what appears as love or the promise of security. But the ways of mystical love are very different. In the relationship with our souls Beloved we have to give ourself without restrictions, and we are violated, abused, and loved beyond compare. We are taken by force, abducted and transformed, and we give ourself willingly to this self-destruction through love.
- Love takes us by force beyond every limit, beyond what we think is possible; we are tortured and made whole by love - time and time again we lose and rediscover ourself, only to fall deeper and deeper into loves endless abyss.
- Loves ocean is real and endless, a place not for the fainthearted, not for those who like security or safety. The mystic is seduced and dragged into this love, seduced by its softness, dragged by its power. This love abuses our sense of self, destroys our patterns of control, violates our deepest beliefs, and takes us back to God. In this love there is neither form nor limit, only a completeness beyond even our dreaming, a sweetness beyond imagining, and a terror that belongs to the absolute. Love takes us into the infinite emptiness of His presence, into the vastness that is hidden within our own heart.
- This is why the sufi's call the lane of love a one-way street. Once this primal passion has been awakened the lover cannot return to the rational world, to the world of the ego. You can only give yourself, and give yourself and give yourself.
" Love is the only thing that every soul brings to earth with it"
" The outer beauty of a person must merge with the inner beauty and become one. This is the source of true beauty " - Sufi Wisdom
" Love is a net where hearts are caught like fish " - Sufi Wisdom
" A heart enlightened by love is more precious than all of the diamonds and gold in the world"
- Sufi Message
" Greatfulness in the character is like fragrance in the flower " Sufi Wisdom
" A worldly loss often turns into a spiritual gain "
" We can never pray enough, or give enough, or share enough, or care about the world enough, and we could never love enough to repay God for His gifts to us "
" Do you not love for Allah to forgive you? ( Qur'an )
" You will never attain piety, until you spend from what you love " ( Qur'an )
( This is how you rid yourself from wealth and desire )
" They hear no word but the words of God. They never cease from the remembrance of God. Everywhere they behold God's Beauty. Their aim is God alone, and their desire is God's good pleasure"
" Whoever desires to purify his heart, then let him prefer Allah to his desires "
" When I touch the ground in prayer, I have no other purpse but You.

....

At first light, the Mourning Dove Woke me from my slumber, calling Coo, cooo ooo, coo, coo coo Alhamdulillah! O timely bird, Life is short and death is long La illaha ill Allah! Each word I heard in your song Awake! Awake! O lazy one, Time is flying, the sun is rising Now the muezzin echoes your call, Singing the faithful to prayer The earth is a prayer rug, Under a blue-domed mosque La illaha ill Allah!

Art asks questions, Faith supplies answers: it is important for Faith to allow the Heart a space where it can express with Freedom & Dignity its Simple, Human, Painful questions, which may not always be Beautiful but are never absolutely Ugly."

we scream in the silence

and no one hears us,

crickets chirp around us

and we pretend they're human,

we pretend they understand our pain.

maybe they dream in grayscale,

too,

maybe they count secrets like

stars, and maybe their body shakes

with anxious thoughts held in.

maybeit gets too much sometimes,

and maybe

they sound inhuman when they cry, and maybe

they realize that crying only makes you

Empty.

listen,

if you loved me, you

wouldn't try to fix me.

if you loved me, you'd paint

butterflies across the wall

to make me smile.

listen,

if you loved me,

you'd give

me handrails to hold on

toon the way down.

you'd tell me

that right now, i'm a caterpillar

(but that caterpillars becomebutterflies.)

listen,

if you loved me,

you'd love me broken,

too.

snakes crawl out of my mouth,

hands like sleep waiting silentlyf

or me to give into them.

i toss words like rocks

across my tongue, skipping

across the lake, and we reach,

hands outstretched,

for the sun

but it's a shame it's all empty.

I'm here.

Alone.

On my own.

No noises,

Just me and my complicated mind.

Just me and my noisy brain.

They're gone,

now.

Disappear,

Vanish,

I see them nowhere near.

Nowhere within my reach.

What do I do dear Lord,

I'm on my own.

What do I do,

what do I do,

I'm helpless on my own.

I'm confused,

I'm losing my bearing here,

I'm not hearing anything,

So don't leave me alone,

now.

Please.

Just stay by me.

be silent

Be silent , my heart, for space hardly hear you,

be silent for the phantoms of the night,

will not give heed to the whisperings of your secrets,

nor will the processsion of darkness halt before your dreams.

Be silent, how can the soul be patient untie ,

slumber restores the happy phantoms of hope and light.

Be silent, give heed my heart,

wakefullness will bring us closer to the stars.

Be silent, for the raging tempest is

ridiculing your inner whispering,

caves of the valleys do not echo,

the vibration of your strings.

Dawn is breaking,

speak up if you are able my heart,

why do you not speak?

has not the silence of night left.

A song in your inner depths with,

which you may meet dawn,

you may meet beloved.

Are you not capable of flying with birds,

has a horrible night weakened your wings.

Rise ,

my heart , walk with dawn.

walk with beloved , for the night,

has passed , and fear of darkness vanished.

Rise,

my heart,

raise your voice with music.

For he who stares not dawn with his songs

is one of teh sons of ever darkness.

- Atif Hussain

Unknown...

Stranger i am in this city and there is a severe solitude & painfull lonesomeness in my exile.i am alone but incase in my aloneness, i contemplate on unknown tht filled my dreams with the spectre of light and hope.

Stranger among my own people and have no friends , whenever i met someone or see someone i always say within myself "who is he" and how do i know him and why now when everything's over he is here, and why still i am polite to him.when ever i hear my tongue speak, my ear wonder over my voice , i see my inner subletles (self) smiling,crying,braving and fearing and whole my existence wonders on my own substance and in a same time my soul interrogates my heart and in a whole process i remain unknown , engulfed by tremendous silence.

My inner being is all of what im not by outside and my words are totally opposite with my thoughts, what is in face are not in soul, got something in eyes which did not lay in my soul.

Within myself i roamed in whole universe from east to west but could not find a place to rest, now did i find any human being i perturbed with, neither any being who would hearken to my mind.

At Dawn when i opened my sleepless eyes , myself imprisoned in a dark cave from whose ceiling hang the insects and upon floor crawl the vipers and darkness spilled on each corner of room.

whenever i met to light, the shadows of my being follows me but the shadows of my spirit precedes me and lead the way to unknown place seeking things beyond my understandings and graspings objects that are meaning less to me.

I am stranger until the white and friendly wings of death carry me home into my beautiful abode where light and peace and understanding abide , and will wait for my friends who are also be able to rescued by friendly trap of time from the narrow , dark world , the world of all the deceptions.

There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.
There is a place where voices sing your beauty,
A place where every breeath
carves your image
in my soul.

Choosing to love..

You don't choose whom you love. He chooses them. If you had that
choice to choose; then the road would be simple. Whom he puts in
your life, is part of your test: to bear with them, to accept them
and most of all to love them despite all that they may agitate you with.
After all, they come from Him and they return to Him, just like you
did and will do. "... And We have made some of you as a trial for others: will you have patience? And your Lord is Ever All-Seer "

(Surah al-Furqan:20)

Cryin...

In the West we are conditioned to believe that at the beginning of every journey we should know where we are going and how to get there. Caught in this conditioning, we apply it to spiritual life: what is the goal we seek and what are the practices that will take us there? But the real journey of the soul is not of our own choosing, nor can we find our own way. We are responding to a call that will take us beyond the known into the unknown, beyond the world of forms into the formless.The spiritual journey is the most difficult undertaking. It is a voluntary crucifixion in which we die to the ego. Of our own accord we would never turn away from the world with its many attractions and illusions and begin this painful, lonely quest. It is only because He calls us, because He attracts our attention with His love, that we set out upon the path of no return. Like a magnet He draws us to Him with love, for, in the words of the Sufi poet Nizami,

"If the magnet were not loving, how could it attract the iron with such longing?"

In the innermost chamber of the heart we have seen His face but this is hidden from consciousness. The heart speaks a language so different from that of the mind and the ego that we are not directly aware of what has happened. Instead we are left with a feeling of the emptiness of our ordinary life. The painful side of spiritual awakening is that the world becomes desolate. We may try to improve our outer situation, work harder, make money, or take a vacation. But we soon find that this is no answer. What is it that we really want? Why is the outer world losing its attraction? Friends and interests that used to be fulfilling can seem empty, and we are left only with a discontent that we cannot satisfy.We long for what our heart knows to be real, for love's union which is hidden beneath the surface of our lives. When we are awakened to this real love we can never be satisfied by anything else. This is why the world begins to lose its attraction, why we become discontented. We have been given a glimpse of something else, the real substance of our own self. Longing is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it takes us home, and a curse because of the pain it brings. Nothing can satisfy us but union with God. Rabi'a, who knew the deepest meaning of love's pain, expresses this in her usual straightforward way:
"The source of my grief and loneliness is deep
in my breast.
This is a disease no doctor can cure.
Only union with the Friend can cure it."

Jalaluddin Rumi once said:
"Love is a flame that burns away all that is not Allah."

Love is a Beautiful and Divine Gift that Allah has blessed us all with.
Love is what keeps the Universe in motion, it keeps the world turning, and it's what circulates in our blood. The essence of our Creation is Love.

In the sense of Romantic relationships, Allah tells us to Love one another for His sake. We Love a human being because he/she is also another Creation of Allah, and the fact that they're in our lives means that they're a blessing from Allah. Your family, your friends, your loved ones, they are all gifts to you from the Divine. The Special One ... the twin half or soul mate ... is a special blessing. The key to a successful marriage or union of souls is to understand the truth of "Love is a flame that burns away all that is not Allah."

Allah is the UNITER, the MATCHMAKER, the PILLAR OF STRENGTH and UNITY in the relationship. Whenever there is a problem between the couples, it should be understood that it is normal, but it should also be meditated that Allah is the solution to all problems. Love is friendship on fire, as many people say. Friends are granted to you from Allah, and so in turn, there will only be Beauty and Success for those who are mindful of Allah and his blessed gift of love.

If one loves someone because it gives pleasure, one should not be regarded as loving that person at all. The love is, in reality, though this is not perceived, directed towards the pleasure. The source of the pleasure is the secondary object of attention, and it is perceived only because the perception of the pleasure is not well enough developed for the real feeling to be identified and described.
(Imam al-Ghazali )


Many mistakes may occur in love. The first of them is that people imagine that the object of love is an existent thing...In fact, love's object remains forever nonexistent, but most lovers are not aware of this, unless they should be knowers of the realities.

(Shaykh Muhyiddin Ibn 'Arabi)

True love seeks sacrifice and I’ve given it all.
This, this is true love in it’s purest form.
I turn my face towards You now.
The Lord of my world and the Heavens above.
I am Yours and Yours, alone.
My prayer, my sacrifice are only for You.
My life and death are Yours to take.
A promise I make.
To lay my life for You.
An oath that I worship.
No-one but You.

(Inspired by dua of The Holy Prophet (pbuh) to be read at Qurbani time)

story...

A Sufi master and his disciple were walking across a desert in Africa.
When night fell, they pitched their tent and lay down to rest.
'How silent it is!' said the disciple.
'Never say "how silent it is",' replied the master.
'Say rather: "I cannot hear nature".

Dont ever let someone tell you you can't do something. If you got a dream, you gotta protect it. When people can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you, "you can't do it". You want something..go get it. Period.

Most people are afraid that if they back off a little that the object of their affection will move on and eventually forget about them. But, ironically, the real reason is that they, themselves, are afraid that if they back off that THEY will forget about the object of their affection and move on, and this they don't want to do.

when i come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom filled room!

why cry for a soul set free!

Miss me a little -

but not too long

And not with your head bowed low,

remember the love that we once shared,

Miss me -

but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take

And each must go alone;

It's all a part of the Masters' plan

A step on the road to home.

when you are lonely and sick of heart

Go to the friends we know

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.

Miss me -

but let me go.!!

life's Flame ..

Love is a source of many great troubles.
But lacking love
is a disgrace

for travelers upon this path.

Love is the life force of the entire universe-
those who lack love
are already dead.

- Awhad al-Din Kirmani

the sufi's wild dance

one thousand revolutions

within allah's palm

Could you stop the flood
Of tears if that's what poured

Straight down my cheeks,
like a never ending stream of despair?

Could you take away all the fear
that one day, like a bird,

You might fly away from me and never return again?

Could you stop a mental train wreck
Going on inside of my head
when everything is colliding
and crashing within me?

Could you...

For me?
............................


(I wrote it in two minutes, eh, so it's not all that great. But it was kinda screaming out to me inside. It was something that I needed to write down)

please don't leave

please

don't

go.

sunshine hurts my eyes.
the only cage i'm in is one i've made myself.

why, then,
can't i break out of it?

'you haven't lost
until you've given up,
'they remind me.

'don't give up.'

sometimes i wonder -
what if i already have given up?

have i lost,

then?

the roads are too long,

too slippery.

it's too easy to get lost.
and i have no map.

could someone be my map?

please?

my eyes are hollow.

happiness is hiding from me,
silence is stalking, suffocating.

how do i smile?

A story by Khalil Gibran

I was strolling in the gardens of an insane asylum when I met a young man who was reading a philosophy book.

His behavior and his evident good health made him stand out from the other inmates.

I sat down beside him and asked:
‘What are you doing here?’

He looked at me, surprised. But seeing that I was not one of the doctors, he replied:

‘It’s very simple. My father, a brilliant lawyer, wanted me to be like him. My uncle, who owns a large emporium, hoped I would follow his example. My mother wanted me to be the image of her beloved father. My sister always set her husband before me as an example of the successful man. My brother tried to train me up to be a fine athlete like himself.

And the same thing happened at school, with the piano teacher and the English teacher - they were all convinced and determined that they were the best possible example to follow. None of them looked at me as one should look at a man, but as if they were looking in a mirror.

So I decided to enter this asylum. At least here I can be myself.’

Trash is culture
Right next to the golden arches,
as seen on the side of a garbage.
The irony abounds.

Two wolves ...

An old Cherokee chief is teaching his grandson about life:"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves."One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego."The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.
This same fight is going on inside you
and inside every other person, too."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather,
"Which wolf will win?"
The old chief simply replied,

"The one you feed."

Another..

Life is this, dear reader ...
the inhalation and exhalation of the breath.
One passes, another enters.

Spring is here.
I wish for you re-birth.
Sap of life.
Color of bloom.
Peace

Guider...

You may follow anyone. if you can see from those meetings that some love is awakening in your heart for God Almighty,thn you must keep with those meetings.The love of God Almighty is not so easy, because you can not imagine Him. He is beyond our imagination.Therefore God Almighty has put His Divine representation into His prophets.Finally, He gave that Divine representation to His beloved Muhammad, blessings of Allah be upon him.


He was beloved by his Lord, Almighty God.

.

the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

- It is said that there are two ways of dealing with people : One way is to control them, the other is to respect them. By controlling, you weaken the will of the other person. By respecting, you acknowledge the other's personal will. In one case, you make a person a slave, in the other you make him a partner.

- Change is an inevitable part of life. The seasons change, our feelings change, our appearance will change, and our health will change. Life is easier when we accept these changes and recognize how every moment of our journey is an important part of the growth of our soul.

- When it rains we sometimes see a rainbow. Moisture and light cooperate to create a stairway to heaven. We witness the seasons come and go in perfect timing. We watch as Summer fades into Fall, and Fall into Winter. Then we watch as the snow melts away and Spring appears. Just as we trust that the seasons will change, we must trust that we can weather the storms of life. When God is present, nothing can prevail against us.

Never ending night;

Reach for the stars above,

so they can guide you.

Darkness reigned today
Yet the light inside my soul
Will never grow dim

(these lines came arose in mind when i ended up my Jumma Prayer)

A broken heart beats
Like an echo of the dead
A memory gone

haiku..

Raining again,
it's always everlasting sound
Music in darkness

(No critiques, please. I wrote this out of my own feelings and made a picture to go with it. And don't ask what's wrong, that's for me to know and you never to know)

..

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love. Love alone is capable of revealing the truth of Love and being a Lover. The way of our prophets is the way of Truth. If you want to live, die in Love; die in Love if you want to remain alive.

Words firmented, twas long before they reached me. When they got here I knew them. A song I remember I just heard in the wind. That breeze carried the lyric forever until I was ready to breathe the air of love, with my sail full, battery charged, running outside, chasing the gust that carries the next tune. That melody fills my lungs, 'tis where it lives. I feel it there. If I'm still, stagnant air. When I hunt, I find worlds full to inhale. The silver lining was the cloud shading me from terrible burn. A storm is coming, I'm excited to see the music it brings.....

Like Lalla, I dance; my steps are light.
Uplifted, I leave no prints whirling in the garden.
With each step the reassurance, my toe pointed forward, the direction I'm headed.
My minds eye looks up, my chest engulfed with light.
the best wine, fruitful and filling. I'm drunk

.

love? ?

That lonesome leaf

Where I wrote your name

Still clings on,

As autumn wins.

Very soon it shall pass away too,

But who cares for a broken wing?

That Ocean breeze knows,

Where your footsteps lie.

It whispers those secrets to the waves,

So I try to bribe the shore,

But what will melt the sea

That died long ago?

May be the leaf foiled the wind

And fell somewhere near your feet,

May be the sands turned against the sea,

And took me there where you hid,

But never did it made the blind know

that every time it was the mute ,

who tried to show that she loved him..…

(a new poem by my friend to me let me know how you all feel abt it :)

Love is like a seed waiting to blossom. It lies beneath every surface waiting to be nourished. Every drop it is fed sprouts a new petal, its growth stimulated through the pleasure of commitment; for commitment breeds great pleasure. As each essence unfolds from within, it manifests itself outwardly, scattering its comfort to the surroundings. The blossoming of this love emulates into a source of illumination that guides the wandering, nourishes the deprived and calms the distraught.

Love is delicate. There are those who are reckless with love often letting it slip from their grasp with improper attention and lack of commitment. There are those who devour it in one gulp, swallowing without digestion. The value of true love is hidden from them or rather it melts upon consumption, denying them of an everlasting taste. Their hearts are left cold and emptiness within them persists.

It is only those who savour every drop of it while preserving its value, ensuring that it becomes a part of them and moulds them into the essence of their being, whose hearts wholly benefit. They let the stalk of love remain firmly rooted while receiving the fragrance of its scent and the sweetness of its taste, always admiring its precious and timeless beauty. They regard love as a life support that connects them with its Owner.

Like an admirer of an art piece, ever longing to meet its artist.

All of life is a journey. Which paths we take, what we look back on, and what we look forward to is up to us. We determine our destination, what kind of road we will take to get there, and how happy we are when we get there.

The Eyes of Love never turn away from its Source

There are times when we just sit in isolation and ponder over why our hearts erupt into such feelings. Feelings that plunge us into attachment for someone close to us. We wonder why our hearts flutter graciously whenever we are around that special person in our lives and even when we are not in their company, our heart aches in yearning and remembrance of that person.

Perhaps the key lies to the source of love. It is impossible to describe love in its whole, just as it is impossible to describe its Creator in whole. Even substituting expressions of our dimension doesn't wholly amount to what it really feels inside when the heart feels love. Love is exquisite. It is a name of His that He has reserved in a special place for His creation. In a place where the entire body is sustained from its core, with all vessels connected to it. It functions as a life support pumping existence to every outlet.

Surely, one who truly treasures and acknowledges the splendours he has been endowed with looks to the origins of its intricate beauty and glorifies its Maker. What love beholds really, only He knows, for it came from Him and surely to Him it must return.

Possessing Love

The ones who look to love as something that has been simply given to them for their possession fail to capture its true essence. As soon as it comes to them, they savour it with all their might, grasping it tight, hoping it to never fade away. To them love is of material possession, for when it exists, to them it exists as theirs. Hence, when it departs, they feel that a part of them departs along with it, caving a crater of emptiness within their hearts.

Those who greet love like a fountain spring cleansing and soothing them at every chance truly acknowledge its existence. These are the hearts that detect the Eternity of Love, acknowledging love in every corner of existence, knowing that it is the Name that drives creation, the battery of survival. To them love is immaterial. It never begins and it never ends.

ruin the air by Atif

Love once dwelt here in my head with all of its mindless fantasies
it ruled my every thought
Offering to do the illogical
Willing to do anything to achieve its goal

I'm not who I was anymore
You can't come back again
I'm too far gone
I'm not who I was anymore

I can't be blamed for your mistake
You told me I wasn't worth it
You said you never meant those things you said
You expected me to wait
And my heart still screams out for you

But I'm not who I was anymore
You can't come back again
I'm too far gone
I'm not who I was anymore

I'm too far to turn back now
The wounds are slow to heal
But I can't come back
You never could understand

(Moving on is hard and some times you have to hold back the tears, smile, pretend everything will be okay and move on )

....

what innumerable follies laid waste my waking n sleepings thoughts after evening last night.i wished to annihilate the tedious intervening days.i chafed against the work of university.At night in my bedroom n by day in the class room there are unacceptable ideas comes between me n the page.I strove to read "the syllables of word * **love** were called to me through the silence in which my soul luxuriated n cast an eastern enchasment over me.I could not call my wandering thoughts together. I hardly had any patience with the serious wrok of life which now that it stood between me and my desire ,seemed to me child's play ,Ugly monotonous child's Play.

Could you still protect me?
When your own world is falling down upon you?
Would you still want to hold me?
When you had someone else to call your own?

And as I fall down and look up
Will I see your hand offered to me?
Or will you just keep walking

And leave me all alone
When I wake up crying
From the bad man in my dream
Could I rollover and find you
Or will I turn over to the empty side of the bed?

Misunderstand I Am...

I am instead, a way like that
With pain I bleed, with the stains
I’m weakI have no soul, my mind confused
My heart has torn, my nails are bored

My fingers dancing,
my head is burning
the pencil writing,
instead I fight it

Let’s celebrate, a vision blinded
My nails talk, but yet I bite them
The fingers dance folk;
I think I’ll break them
In my head there’s a mind

And my mind is finding a head
So blank with pain that is blinded
My fingers and the pencil, they keep on dancing
Still sometimes I wonder if anything’s left to wonder

When humanity is lost on this earth
And to find it we cannot afford the cost

2nd thought...

things are not into hands properly and circumstances which made the ambience around my field wont let me sire this time.I know that way how to escape out from these unfavourable beckoned lights.Soul's feeling languid but there's still light somewhere in the depth of heart that might giving the energy to this unhealthy body to move on and faced the hurdles and harsh realities of life.

No hope by Atif Hussain

well, there is no hope for me this time.its the next stroke to my life.Night after night i had passed the house (vacation time).Misspently youth ov my life begins now.

*Guess so*

A amalgamation of fear,hate and amoral brings me to ambiguous life.I might be the anachronism incase o getting affable behaviour from out of my cure heart.I am still considering whether i would go away or spend the assiduous life with not giving time to my own humbly incarnate soul.I in that matter then become the apotheosis of renegades. I sometime soliloquying in mind that i should muster the thoughts with queer sights of responsibility & courage fro pusky labyrinths that caused to let me liv this way and made me sire.

I now adamant to this way for becaming the part of stalwart personality.

Again...

I found something behind the woods. Somebody was laughing like creepy leaves from a devil tree. A laugh without echo and serpent form of tongue licked my entire expectations to watch it. Persuasions are pulled deep inside my space. Subtle light in my fore head intoxicated my dreams. Fascist face was grown inside me. The black eyes still fixed on the wall of my imagination. I sliced the dark corners to kill the intellectual ghosts. I stepped inside to watch it, again and again. Galore of hidden hands pulled words from my land. Choking air hits my nostril again and again. Feminine form of mystery kisses over my fingers. Black and white rainbow haunted me. A soul flew away from me like a butterfly.

Dream....

I haven’t tried to shout in the deep forest. Watching the dark flowers and hearing the sound of insects’ intercourse. Not allowed the surprises to shock me for showing the beheaded animals’ dead bodies. The face I saw in the reflection on the pond water was not mine. Blood flows from my nostril and enjoys my skin, smell-less blood. I again washed my face in the cold cunning water. Somebody called my name from behind. I turned, nobody was there. Hide and seek? Can a tree talk? Who was it? Passing voice? Half moon face? I moved forward in steps of doubt and smelt the night. I felt the wet mud pull my legs into the earth. Panicked walk increased the steps of my breath. I stopped near a tree. Murdering anguish dreams by my silent pain. Smile of darkness covered all over my face. Its closed eyes searched the secrets of mine. Every heart likes to beg to lick blurred secrets with tasteless tongue.

i kill my soul...

I kill my soul in complete serenity
And I watched it day by day
It drowned as if I killed my self
I watched it as it lay
It cried for help and cried aloud

I watched as it passed away
It screamed and shouted, “Forgiveness be seen”
I touched it then walked my way

To soul, to self, and to my own
I killed my soul now is alone
I kill my soul in complete serenity

Can I even kill my sanity?
I did not speak, but did I lie?
Is not, is I did not try
In serenity be killed my soul
Did my self kill my soul to adore?
Did my sanity touch my goal?
Or did it act like a whore?

I kill my soul in complete serenity
And I’ve been trying to kill myself
I even touched the soul of sanity
Yet I could not be my self
I kill my soul in complete serenity

Now I’m watching it drown within myself
With pain I’ve been – and that’s what I’ve seen
Is all ‘cause ye touched my sanity

Now I kill my soul in complete serenity
Until, unless I reach eternity.

simple mind...

I’m too strange, and I’m too deranged
I’m too much I cannot change
I’m so dirty, I’m full of filth

I don’t know how, I can take the guilt
I feel no pain, I’m painless now
I`m so dumb, I feel like a coward

Pain can’t grip me neither can hate
You see, ‘cuz I don’t need a mate

Do not think that I am blind
I have not a piece of mind
My mind is too dirty to find

Because I’m just too …Unkind

ey hello 2009..

Raise your glass,
It’s time for the toast,
Champagne glitters in the grass,
Drink to the time we miss most.

Raise your glass,
Flip a false smile,
Time will pass,
Heal wounds of a bloody while.

Raise your glass,
Tip back your replacement cyanide,
Show some class,

To those we lost on our ride.

(Happy New Year! This is dedicated to those we lost in 2008, like my best soul mate. I wish everyone a safe, happy, healthy, and amazing 2009)

2009.

The old year ends in death,
and the new year starts with it
Don't be put off by the frost,
the earth shall be reborn soon enough

And in death, a new birth
Another circle of life completed
The continual walk forward
on the same path around the sun
A new Step for one

a new wrinkle for another
To the future,and the past
To loves old and new,
romantic or otherwise
To highs and lows,

and all things in between

To everything, anything, and nothing at all


Cheers.

cliche

Dreams, often perceived as irrelevant for the bright, are the essence of one's existence for figments of our imagination are far more conceptual and without a flaw than anything reality ever had to offer. All though, it often occurs to one if (Apart from being a manifestation of our thoughts, ideas, feelings emotions and all that shenanigan) they encourage one to realize all that there is within their creative and constructive abilities. I mock myself upon admitting that I am in love with someone, something so intangible, yet facilitating me to arrive at the truth of a human answer, the unnerving mystery, all that we urge ourselves t o believe. Yet, it never appears to be the truth, it's like truth coming out of a liar's mouth. I wonder if subjective analysis of emotions ever really facilitated one in achieving a certain enough conclusion. Harsh enough as they may seem, they have begun to grow on me over the last two years. I believe I have come to a point where life is a metaphor, and I have a very serious role to play. ( for it is the only thing that claims to belong to me.)
Someone wants to deeply understand. I dont know why.I do not condone self destruction of any sort ( be it smoking or killing your soul by the craft of mean bitchery.) Just somehow, my dreams make me face fears, not just mine.

Read: Insomnia.

Life turns to metaphor again, and again, and again. what does it say about me?
I am a lilly-livered, truth fearing, cry child.

And to be frank,
I somehow find comfort in that.

few lines..

Can I not see,

How time itself weaves

The shards and smithereens together?

Can I not blame,

the being, the supreme,

For every rip in the cashmere?

Its the indelible absurdity of it all,

But Oh,

isnt it

quite the gall?

through the rain

I see the car lights pass by

flashes

flashes of time

How everything

went by

weeks ended

months began

years gone

time to come

everything changes

except the desire

desire of not to change

Darkness veils me out..by Atif

Cold on the outside;
empty on the inside
this feeling is something that cannot be beaten
In all my attempts at overcoming it I have fallen
its power is too overwhelming for one to conquer
lost in this darkness;
overcome with fear and pain
my only wish is to have someone here to rid me of it
someone here to hold me tightly and whisper in my ear
"Everything will be ok, I'm here now"
only they aren’t here, nor are they coming
oh how I long to be rid of this feeling
but onward I must tread with its weight upon my back
unable to be rid of this hurt and pain
for loneliness knows no company...



(i hardly took a 5 min 2 wrote this one nd wrote last nite after leavin my friend the One never be with me..n nw i need no one nor even u)

Rest in dead dream like eternity by Atif.

I’m drowning myself at dawn, once again,
in an empty coffin of tears,
sleeping quietly and waiting for eternity to end, while
intense despair grieves for my innermost fears.
life dies in a murder so stunningly beautiful.
say why you never screamed loud your desire,
rose of my darkest garden,Buried sun,
withering silently,
deep into silent oceans of gray.

be the one to break the veil of my darkness,
eternally aboard a tainted raincloud,
sailing far away to one more fantasy,
where a purple dream can swim its way out,
to a world where lucid dreams intertwine with reality,
the blue heaven my reality will never be.

i hav four kinds ov days...

1) A day when I go out and meet someone more knowledgable than me, so I learn from him, and that is the day of my benefit and profit.

2) A day when I go out and meet someone less knowledgable than me, so I teach him, and that is the day of my reward.

3) A day when I got out and meet someone like me and I study and review with him, and that is the day of my lesson.

4) A day when I go out and meet someone below my level but sees himself as being above my level, so I don't talk to him, and I make that the day for my rest.

Sham kay sitaray say
Raat k andherey tak
Faasla he kitna hai…
Chaandni ki barkha say
Koondtay sawerey tak
Raasta he kitna hai…
Saans kay ukharnay say
Aakhri baseray tak
Marhala he kitna hai…
Ibtada bhi tareeki
Inteha bhi tareeki
Darmiyaan dono kay
Boond bhar sawera hai…

I'm...by Atif

"I'm a mere shadow of a life passed, my self, my soul, my death, my world, you & my heart!"

dusk's falling on my decadent reality.
my everyday landscape keeps drowning,
I'm a microscopic orange stain in a rusty universe.
i hope u'll come 2night...
surprising thread of my thoughts, my guide and lover,
let me cross again the dark frontier of my fantasies!
so close but uncertain to reach, this blurry paradise hides behind my eyelids.

release me...
and

I'll fade like a drop in the infinite ocean of a dream.