There are those who nourish themselves well

But bear their fruits only in the summer,

He who holds his head up with the clouds

Can turn his thoughts to cast his shadow

Even to cast his rain

If not for my conversation with love

No pen would have found these hands

No words would have found this heart

Not even God would have found this soul

As with shaken tree

When mind is woken from self

New fruit unshackle

haiku`

Contain your silence

Thunder the sound of magic

Light the sky within

haiku`

We all know what that empty is,
for each one of us.
sometimes we can't understand,
for the hole is dark and seems to never end.
perhaps we should cry
and fill it with tears,
and at night when we sleep,
the moon will swathe its splendour across it.
perhaps then it would be easier to reflect
thus easier to understand.

is beautiful again...

Life

Take out your hands from the pities of your mind

Then build that space round which words are given form.

With one tear

Sleep a thousand seas

With one sea

Wake a thousand pearls

Every flower

will embrace the sun

in the time that it was given.

If you force apart

its petal and heart

you wipe the musk from its pollen.

Fear is the weapon of self destruction.

To the heart whose wounds have yet to heal.

Love and life is war.

Love is like the rose

If you so wish to hold it


Take it by the thorn

haiku`

How man has evolved


that when a river runs past


he chooses to walk

haiku`

To embrace the truth,

reject it.

To know the truth,

forget it.

Instead of hanging from the sun,

let it go.

Drop entirely through the earth.

Then fall into moonlight.

You will think you've found God

till you lose your self,

and only when you've lost it

will you find Him inside.

Broken are the wings of this world,

till we break from it,

and fly`

Love everything.

As if your hands were the moon and sun.

Love even the universe within your mind.

It is this love which binds the body and heart of creation

which creates the body and heart as one.

RAMADAAN KAREEM`

Within every seed

Grows the possibility




Of reaching the sun

Haiku`

Whether English, Japanese or Urdu,
All languages are the same.

The medium does not care for the message
like the heart that speaks with love.

The eloquence of tongue is the trickery of mind.

Fool yourself with words of grandeur`

the heart already knows what lives beneath it.

This love
I yearn
is not spoken,
with beliefs
that blow
in the wind.

This love
I yearn
is silent,
in the storm
that breaks
at the end.

With anything we look at

what we usually see inside it

is the tainted reflection of a collective knowledge.


It is only the new born who sees the absolute truth.

Who sees the divine reflection in everything.

Do not be fooled by the face of the hour,

all three appear the same.

Here time is your friend.
Your enemies are his death
and birth,
his passing and coming.

When they return.
Do not stand before him,
neither behind.

You must rise up beside him.

And together`
Defeat them.

A thief is a fool

Robbed of the skies

For it is in the skies

Where the hands will see

That as here are stars

There are eyes in the dark

That it is in the dark

Where deception is

And even in a world

That makes a zillion different views

So simple to choose from

I have seen that most are happy

To only choose one

Is it by the fear of the world or the fear of your shadow

That you choose to remain folded within your self

Fear is the child of restraint,

The father of defeat,

The mother of dejection,

Disown this family and use the shard to build a window

In time you will break through it like the sun.

Like the rain...

Friends are bestowed upon us as a blessing

In the gardens of love we are the flowers in bloom

Whose thirst may be quenched by the fall on our petal

Even the fall that may fail to succeed

Will drop to the nourish in our roots instead

And as such does every raindrop in its essence become

A neighbouring flower with whom to feed

Many a life

in candle I've lit

to reveal the beauty

in life...

But none have revealed

the beauty in you

like the candle you've lit

in me...

When you see a picture`
don't just look at it...
as if reading 1 word
is understanding the 999
that it came from.

There is beauty in the blind, and the unseen

Pain is mighty and far more than our understanding

If you can let it shape your heart to the will of design

And trust the hand with which it binds

You may well begin to see again

With an eye's sight

Or without

...

.

By every soul born is a colour


Which in its splendour captured

Captures part of that
soul

For Kimya and MultiCULTuralism (:

Drop by drop crashing down
The music of nature becomes eternal...

For though by sunrise must return the fallen sky
In its wintry absence my heart still hears it beating

...Be it day by gaze of sun
or night by gaze of star`

it is only by gaze of you
that season shall become

In-the-struggle-to-find-your-desire

stop-to-look-at-your-struggle

and see what you find

Some are meant to lead while others meant to follow

For without the one there is no other and without the other there is no one