There is more insanity in our veins
than any wine cup can ever hold
So we left the mystics and religionists
and saw through the transience of love
and heeded the dream we tasted
and closed our lips for once.
I died
when you lusted your own flight in my eyes
that you quenched your small passions in me
But I'm not the kind of knight
that would hold close the corpse
of a passing love
By the sandy edges of my river, It came I'd cleanse me- and
so my beloved doll of clay melted in my own hands.
So had I lusted majestic peaks to forsake the world- to but
fall the deepest ravine. I looked up and sky engulfed me for
the very first time.
Gracious this universe guides me no matter my self betrayals.
Labels: Poetry
Haunting Awakening
Struck down into lake of fire, the Devil.
gathered then from daze- this angel become-eternal-stranger
fraternally reached to broth-er in arms,
and what seen broke his heart.
Upon yonder seat n' Heaven cherubs,
he once glowed sweet nectar radiance
by that whole sky-salve- sliver sin
had tilted supreme equipoise within
Verily, the road to heaven be thinner than a strand of hair
Struck down into lake of fire, the Devil.
gathered then from daze- angel become-the-eternal-stranger
fraternally reached to broth-er in arms,
and what seen broke his heart.
once belov-ed friend-
that once glowed sweet nectar radiance
what has become-
O what has fallen?
"What has become my cherished angel friend?"
-march 4, 5:25PM
Labels: literature
Here is one with his head down, faced upon the ground. In this desolate feeling is the spiritual quest whose flicker dances. I found this painting on the internet by chance.Labels: Islam
The cows have been milked in the adjacent village (Uggie village), and the milkman delivers around 7:30AM.
Labels: Punjab Landscape
The False King and The True King
We treasure a beautiful story of a Sikh of Agra who was a humble grass-cutter. The tents of the two kings being pitched side by side in the fields, the poor Sikh approached Jehangir's tent with an offering of two copper pice ot of wages, and desired to know where was 'the True King' "Who do you wish to see ?" said Jehangir. "I want to see the True King," said the grass-cutter. "I am the king," said Jehangir. The grass-cutter placed his offerings before him, bowed down to him, and rose and said, "O True King ! save me, thy slave, from this sea of darkness, and take me into thy refuge of light that is All Knowledge." On this the Emperor told him that he was not the king sought, and that savior's tent was pitched yonder. The grass-cutter hastily took back his offerings, and went running to the Guru.--Puran Singh, from 'The Ten Masters'
Labels: Islam, Punjab Landscape
