Being Emotional Does not make you bad It only makes you human. Being overly logical Might turn you Mechanical So beware of that Too! To be proper for the world, Always try to be a balance Between logic and emotions And remember Happiness starts with you!
Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell, Though I ponder on it well, Which were easier to state, All my love or all my hate. Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me When I say thou dost disgust me. O, I hate thee with a hate That would...
This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness! Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes. Praise to that happening, over and over! For years I pulled my own existence out...
You will find some people abusing you, Around us, it’s likely nothing new. Never ever hurt them in reply, Will get no goodness, you can apply. Let them do the worst as they can, You afford to forgive all as a human. Tell some hearty sweet words in answer, They...
From a little girl up to her maternal years, Sanisa has made so many armistices with her mind along with the people around her that it had come to the point to let her existence tossed around, budding dreams hanged and shattered like withered petals in late fall. There has...
Maulana Jalal Uddin Rumi was a great medieval Muslim philosopher, poet, dervish, theologian and Sufi mystic. He described the spiritual world with the language of insight in his poetry. Rumi’s poems have achieved extensive popularity throughout the world, especially among the Iranians, Turks, Tajiks, Greeks and Pashtuns. His spiritual works...
Emily Dickinson Dare You See A Soul Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door — Red — is the Fire’s common tint — But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions, It quivers from the Forge Without a color, but the light...
Jalaluddin Rumi The World This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness! Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes. Praise to that happening, over and over! For years I pulled...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their hastening doom Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the Rock cries...
O you who’ve gone on pilgrimage – where are you, where, oh where? Here, here is the Beloved! Oh come now, come, oh come! Your friend, he is your neighbor, he is next to your wall – You, erring in the desert – what air of love is this? If...
Dear Girl, remember you’re pretty Even on your darkest days Remember, not to break down No matter what the world says. Dear girl, remember you’re bright, Even when the world fades away, Remember, to stand up for yourself No matter what others say. Dear girl, always remain strong Pick the...
Now I cannot back to go my infant position, While I was fond of everyone. And knowing that won’t to go, But my heart want to go. Whence grew up affectionately, Recently I am moving freely. Love admiration and appreciation, All thing touched me till youth. Everyone hymns for it...
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down. It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh I felt siroccos crawl, Nor fire, for just my marble feet Could keep a...
I am constantly reminded of the bygone times Those garden’s springs, those chorus of chimes Gone are the freedoms of our own nests Where we could come and go at our own pleasure My heart aches the moment I think Of the buds’ smile at the dew’s tears That beautiful...
When you can walk, talk, eat, even play Remember, Allah has blessed you in more than one way. When you have a home, a nice bed or a baby, Remember, for many others, these are just may be. Some are born without eyes, hands or feet Many are struggling just...
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and sinks upward To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon. The harvest moon has come, Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon. And the earth replies...
The sun’s boat is broken and drowned in the Nile But a piece is floating about on the water of the Nile The twilight’s pure blood drips into the sky’s basin Has the lancet of Nature drawn the sun’s blood? Has the sky stolen the ear ring of the evening’s...
The sun’s boat is broken and drowned in the Nile But a piece is floating about on the water of the Nile The twilight’s pure blood drips into the sky’s basin Has the lancet of Nature drawn the sun’s blood? Has the sky stolen the ear ring of the evening’s...
Some say, Facebook? It’s just a place to chat Others tell, you stay there all day? Girl, you’re mad! Some say, Facebook’s just to show off Other’s go: social media? Fie! Just buzz off! For me, Facebook’s a place to connect, With people I care for, as my love knows...
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons...
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