Street art by Fra.Biancoshock in Prague
http://www.culturainquieta.com
Today, again,
On the string spun from grief and pain,
I threaded blossoms; drawn from your memory.
And I plucked,
From the desert of abandoned love,
Buds which bloomed; when we were together.
Then,
I placed on your doorsteps,
Offering to the days of your memory.
Laid,
Side by side, in the vase called Desire,
The ashes of separation, the blossoms from our love.
Love doesn’t desire anything, nor it makes you do things, its something living inside you and it has it’s own desire, the desire to fulfill itself, to be like a river that flows and flows, and never thinks or breaks it’s course of flow.
It doesn’t matter what origin you belong, Love exists beyond religion, culture, age or race, it exists beyond humanity, it can belong to what sufis call Mahabba, the supreme of all types of Love.
“My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover, and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored.” – Hazrat Shah Inayat Khan (The Dance of the Soul)
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Love the picture…and Love the lines by Faiz ahmad fiaz ! Love always makes a new beautiful picture whenever discussed ! Lovely conceot 🙂
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thanks White Pearl, you have been so kind to read my posts through and most importantly, giving them a thought. thanks
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They are excellent and I couldn’t stand without reading them 🙂 You write beautiful !
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thanks randomly. sincere thanks and apologies for late replies
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“Beloved’s separation kills me friends, At His door, many like me, their knees bend. From far and near is heard His beauty’s praise, My Beloved’s beauty is perfection itself.” …..Bhittai [Sur Yaman Kalyan]
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What an image! loved the poem, would love to read the original.
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Indira, thanks a lot for your valuable time for reading and commenting this.
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Aaj Phir Dard-o-Gham Kay Dhaagay Main
Hum Piro Kay Teray Khayal Kay Phool
Tark-e-Ulfat Kay Dasht Say Chun Kar
Aashnayi Kay Mah-o-Saal Kay Phool
Teri Dahleez Par Saja Aayay
Phir Teri Yaad Par Charha Ayay
Baandh Kar Aarzuu Kay Pallay Main
Hijr Ki Raakh Aur Visal Kay Phool
-Faiz Ahmad Faiz
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Thanks Waqas, loved it.
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Lovely thoughts by Faiz.Memories bring the past to the present .Have a wonderful day.jalal
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Thank you for following my blog.All the best.jalal
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