Tuesday, 25 December 2018
Tuesday, 11 December 2018
Poetry 6
When I die...
When I die
when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world
don't shed any tears
don't lament or
feel sorry
i'm not falling
into a monster's abyss
when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
i'm not leaving
i'm arriving at Eternal Love
when you leave me
in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the Paradise behind
you'll only see me
descending into a grave
now watch me rise
how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down
it looks like the end
it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn
when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed
have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human
have you ever seen
a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty
why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well
when for the last time
you close your mouth
your words and soul
will belong to the world of
no place no time
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (R)
When I die
when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world
don't shed any tears
don't lament or
feel sorry
i'm not falling
into a monster's abyss
when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
i'm not leaving
i'm arriving at Eternal Love
when you leave me
in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the Paradise behind
you'll only see me
descending into a grave
now watch me rise
how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down
it looks like the end
it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn
when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed
have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human
have you ever seen
a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty
why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well
when for the last time
you close your mouth
your words and soul
will belong to the world of
no place no time
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (R)
Monday, 12 November 2018
My Resonance
* You do not reflect me, neither do I.
Everyone reflects the soul inside.
* They warned me against raising volume above safe level.
Poor you!
How could you know about my safe level!
* I was an innocent girl. I used to
love children, moon, rain, sea, poetry & overall nature. I loved to
visit. If it is a bank of river or Lake I would like to take people
there as I find it soothing to spend time with my beloved. I loved to
buy Flowers & Chocolates. I used to write letters by spending night
awake.
If this world is too filthy to take this innocence then I quit this Earth saying nothing, taking all of those for further.
* I bottle everything up and pretend to be okay. Though it was not
healthy always. But I didn't like to be a burden to anyone. Never want
to be.
* One day, everything will be alright inshaAllah. If not then there must be
another world full of love, peace & beauty. There will be a sky with
full moon & a lot of stars. Me, longing for that world.
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