Your L.o.v.e ???

OK, if i take a Poet, as the most romantic, the most passionate, n the most promising Lover, there could be...

Is there a Poet, who married for love n for the rest of his life, wrote all his poems n ghazals for his beloved wife ?

Can a Man really Stay in Love for that Long ?

...where one flame dies, another begins...Where does it go Wrong ?

Is Love just an esctatic Thought ? ...an excuse ?...an Escape ?

P.S. You say...for Love??? ...i'll buy it for faith, i'll buy it for honour, but not for this.

love ! n live !

"Whether it's another person or loving an activity or a piece
of art or nature, love is all about connecting."

_( Professor Marc Cohen, founding professor of complementary
medicine at RMIT University, said in his address to the International Conference
on Healthy Ageing and Longevity )

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travel notes

I had to be in Rawalpindi for the weekend, so last night was spent in a road trip. We usually avoid going through the motorway when the sun's up, because of its being so hot n deserted, but to avoid night traffic, we took it last night. The four hour journey turned out quite good.....speeding on a clear road, with a clear night sky outside, n music inside, it was nice. :) or I may say it was perfect. I wouldnt have mind it at all , if we had to spend the whole night like that. ;)

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I had talked with him in the morning, so he was still on my mind. I had always been telling him, that it wasnt to be wished for. I had told him before...but he dint stop there...

wo rastey sab khamosh they jo

uss bund gali ko jatey they...

.....if only he had listened...I was a dead end.

May be it isnt anything new for him, n probably for me too.

Yess, for me, its another aazmaish...

yet another aazmaish.

And I have to go through this one too.

I dont know why it gets tougher n tougher each time. Each time, someone tries to break into my realm, each time I have to save my soul, each time I survive, then again, to find another ordeal waiting for me, round the next corner.

Im a woman, for God's sake!

...It isnt no steel. it melts.....

n they know, that it does!

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When will I get Home???

Unscratched, Untouched...Whole hearted...

Will it ever be Delivered???

.....as I spent the whole journey looking out through my window, into the deep blanket of the sky,

I wished...I could wrap it all round myself...

I wished...it could take me into its depths...

I wished...it could hold me tight...all night.

a night of blessings

Its the eve of 15th Shaban...Shab-e-Ber'aat.
According to Islamic beliefs, tonight the angels are issued annual orders related to our lives; of birth, death, n the subsistence for the year to come, (as already written in the Loh-e-Mehfooz). Also, whatever we did last year is filed in our accounts.
This process starts from tonight, that is shaban 15, and ends at shab-e-qadr, in ramadam. Its also a night of great blessing & salvation, like Qadr. Prayers are answered and all those who repent and seek forgiveness are forgiven, except for those who believe in others than one God, n hold contempt in thier hearts.
its like tonight God says:

hum tou mael-ba-karam hain koi saail hi nahin

raah dikhlaain kisey, rahro-e-manzil hi nahin

... its an open invitation...hope i dont miss it.

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shaban: the 8th lunar month, before ramadan, one of the holiest months in Islam.
Shab-e-Baraat: the night of acquittance.
also called laila-tul-mubarika ( the night of blessings)~ the most blessed night after laila-tul-qadr.
Loh-e-Mehfooz: the book of devine knowledge, of fate.

mirror

when i forget my self, i look in to a mirror, mirror of my soul !...i look in to Your Eyes.

Life gets a LIFE_ when we Relate, when we Belong

dull n bright, i could see all that. warmth n cold, i could feel all that. right n wrong, i could think all that. i had everything...i had a life.

but that was a secret...unsaid, unheard, untouched, unfelt.

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it was'nt a big deal. Everyone around, more or less, could also see, could also feel, could also think. i wasnt Unique.

nor could my life make any difference in the world...like making it a better place to live, or whatever.

n so i thought: why unveil it? why share it?...or should i say why exhale it?...why exhale?

you know, i know, its not oxygen anyway.

so, i kept it to myself, unsaid, unheard, untouched, unfelt, untill.....

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oneday, i exhaled.....spilled out the secret__the not-so-extraordinary, the not-so-substantial, n the quite-blah blah...that i had. adding one more voice to the noise, i spoke...broke the shell, n reached out.

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they dint hear me n they dint stop. the crowd dint turn around to look at me. But, a Face did...

n as our eyes met; spirits Resonated.....for i Belonged.

Kevin Thom

i just came across this photographer, while searching for something else. the last image i posted; hands_compel was also one of his beautiful works. its concept was so sublime that i just fell in love with it instantly. i found his work quite inspiring. most of his images are like that, i.e., beyond photography.

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