Little by little

with strange whispers

she'll shoo away your sanity

little by little

she'll hang you at the edge of the cosmos

and shoo away your privacy

little by little

she'll undress you in the marketplace

and shoo away your notion of respect

little by little

she'll cast wool over your eyes

and shoo away your sight

little by little

she'll stuff your hands with copper

and shoo away your riches

little by little

she'll masquerade in different forms

and shoo away your hopes

little by little

she'll take away your dazzle

and shoo away your colors

little by little

she'll use a hammer

and knock on the fragile door of your heart

little by little 

when the door of your heart finally breaks

the ancient light spills in

little by little

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* poem inspired by the Hadith Qudsi "and Allah said : i am with the ones whose hearts are broken"

The Wizard

what have you, instead of eyes?

a wand!

Like a wizard, you turned my prison walls
into doors

in between flashes of lightning

you take a peek and show glimpses of your beauty

I yearn for more but you twist and turn my soul

           like puppet strings in your hands

I cast a shadow over you

to protect you from wandering eyes

you threw your love dust onto me instead

           and I shine as million stars on the night sky

you raise an eye brow

like the shape of snowflakes

my heart weaves through a thousand different states, all at once

at your touch

          the thousand different states melt into one

You are my heart's shore
I'm the ocean waves
I'll forever be running to you 
till the end of time

O'  you with the Ruby lips

I merely asked to only know all the letters that form your name

with a glance,

instead

you turn me into this Wizard

   with words

The Forest

The fields of my heart, now lay barren.

once, flowers used to blossom.

the bees played it's pollinating games.

moonlight danced in the plains.

the perfect skies gave birth to clouds like the curls of your hair

butterflies scattered the dust of sweet secrets

the forest once brimming with life

with songs that are blithe

where did you go my love?

I don't hear you anymore

the flames of your love

have the burned the entire forest down

this insanity is all that is left of me

the knots of my barren heart tighten

at the thought of what it all could have been

and this yearning has made me all weary

my words now fade

just like smoke from dying flames.

with nothing left to burn

I offer my heart, to the flames

and I felt the breeze

like feather across my face

it carried your whispers of my name

to my ear

at once

that dying forest

burst back into life

This night

this night, the heart is torn

she uses my secrets

to stoke the flames

even the nightingale refuses to sing

how can a fish lose it's way in a pond?

there are no raindrops to kiss the cheeks

no songs to sing

no flute to play

O' midnight moon

shine a little of your light into the house of my heart, will you not?

the stars remain aligned,

yet the path, 

I still do not see...

How Perfect Are You? | Paul Coelho

He was talking to a friend, who asked him: Have you never considered getting married?

I have, he replied. In my youth, I resolved to find the perfect woman. I crossed the desert and reached Damascus, and I met a lovely, very spiritual woman, but she knew nothing of the world. I continued my journey and went to Isfahan; there I met a woman who knew both the spiritual and the material world, but she was not pretty. Then I decided to go to Cairo, where I dined in the house of a beautiful woman, who was both religious and a connoisseur of material reality.

Why didn't you marry her, then?
Alas! my friend, she was looking for the perfect man, he replied.

- From Stories for Parents, Children and Grandchildren by Paulo Coelho

- Paul Coelho is brazilian Novelist and a Lyricist and one of the most influential authors of all time

Nasruddin Stories | What is fate?

At one point of one's life, the question of what is fate exactly would have sprung in the mind.

It's a difficult question to answer without proper knowledge and it's hard to answer.

The most common counter-logic is if, everything has already been predestined, then why the punishment of hell & rewards of heaven. God said we have free-will but fate is the contradiction of that statement. The correct understand and reasoning about fate is quite issential in Islamic studies. I will blog a post about fate at another time, as i want to share Nasruddin's interesting and maybe hilarious view of what is fate.

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A certain man asked the famous Mulla Nasrudin, "What is the meaning of fate?"
Mulla replied, "Assumptions."
"In what way?" the man asked again.
Mulla looked at him and said, "You assume things are going to go well and when they do not, you call that bad luck. You assume things are going to go badly and when they do not, you call that good luck. You assume certain things are going to happen or not happen a certain way, but you do not know what is going to actually happen. You assume the future is unknown. When you are caught out (things do not work out for you), you call that Fate."

Im not your friend

i'm neither your friend; nor your relation.

i'm your shadow, maybe even closer.

if you understand this,

you are my friend,

...maybe even closer.

- luqman