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Look at fire's dance! Swirling at wind's command Congregation of souls; Sapphire! Observe flame's desire, as it becomes a Dervish of fire, Thirst for winds of eternity, A longing to sleep, In the cradle of infinity! Such is this heart restless! Dancing like the fire, With a wind invisible! Such is the beloved a mystery! And we seek, Seek to dance Till infinity! Like the fire, Madly in love With winds of eternity!
A tree's complain!
Once heard ears, a tree, uttering it's last words in an open field, Words felt such melting away the identity called self! The tree said, O humans ever considered, we are the reason you freely breathe, eat fresh, drink clean, write words, shelter from heat and smell fragrant breeze! The tree continued, O human ever considered, you are the reason we fall on knees, cry the songs of burning leaves, inhale toxic breeze, witness spring of death take away our needs! O humans! Don't you ever understand, if we won't survive, nor will you, your suits or Mercedes
Being loved!
It wasn’t being wanted, For people wanted thing they think they could acquire; men wanted money, beauty wants admiration. Yet Being loved was feeling complete!
It wasn’t being desired, For people desired thing, they think they can’t acquire; a desert wanderer desires a cup of iced water, a lost soul desires the wisdom of road. Yet Being loved was feeling fulfilled!
It wasn’t being needed, For people needed things they think are essentially to be acquired, to help them survive and grow. Like the seedlings that need water to stay alive, soil to grow, and warmth to breathe. Yet Being loved was feeling abundance!
So who was loved? For it has such hurdles and constrains! You and I were loved!
From the day we started to grow in the womb of beloved mother, And the day we wept in our cradle, And the days we sang in the Meadows Till the day our bodies will rest in soil, Mother nature has the power to love!
So being loved Was listing to the poetry of universe, The celestial songs The melodies of wind and waves It was to witness the divine And dive in the ocean of life
Poetry of eyes!
Listening to each others eyes, We wrote poetry under the blanket of night,
How my stokes against your canvas Made alive the colors of life
Our conversations without words, Where I traced your curves, And you recompansating with a smile!
That night, how full of life As the moonlight, Lit our lines, And so began the poetry through eyes!
Antiquity
Often easily we slip into the depths of antiquity, Past seemingly peaceful, for one remembering it in sorrow! Future seemingly serene, for one awaiting it in sorrow!
Yet here were we, stuck in the present As moved the hand of clock Danced our hearts with each breath
Frozen in time, Entangled in a hundred paradigms Your eyes questions, where is it peace?
It was then, I finally learned The fragrance of time! The whereabouts of peace, All hidden, treasured with you and me!
Voyage
Beyond the oceans we sailed, Across the deserts we traversed, It was just you and me, An uncommon Symphony! As the hurricanes hit, And the sandstorms wept Shattering our existence into dust and drops, And just so, As I felt us tear apart, Love rebounded My grains with your drops! Alas! A quicksand! Time turned us into the poetry, We often sang!
And laments the Ney!
The petals had to be crushed!
Madness was to listen!
The cries of reed, only the open heart can hear!
If love was to availed, You would be a tale, If You were to be availed, Then love had to be at trade!
Rumi’s Apprentice
How astonishing was it! #words #poetry #rumisapperantice #drifting #wandering #poet
Madness the symptom of reasoning, Rebellion the acceptance! #words #madness