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GoodBye to a life that I always made myself wanna die for!
The day is arriving slowly but for sure. 5 years ago the same day saw me roaring up high into the realms of my dreams and the last 12th september saw an abrupt end to that. As my plane left the Heathrow and soared higher and faster simultaneously my heart nosedived deeper with the speed and that glvasnisation is still regimenting my life by and large by all means.
A SAP Technical consultant but looking for hand-outs to iron out at least a fraction of my surmounting depression resulting on account od the Love that I have lost for good and for the GOD...
Hoplessly I am dying with every passing moment that is leaving the timestamp on my whole with very little for others to guess what I am going through. This silence of pain and agony has paralysed me and I am venting out all my pent-up frustration and helplessness on myself and the one whom I never thought of causing a single tear. All I am aurrounded by is pain and there is no way-out.
Time is coming very soon when there will be only memories and the touch of life will far far away from me without any hope for a come-back.
One of the pearls from Diwan-e-Hafiz!
Suddenly you rent the veil, what does it mean?
Left home, drunk with ale, what does it mean?
Locks in hand, the morning breeze, rivals obey
Serving all others to such detail, what does it mean?
King of the Good, mendicants to you pray,
Made your throne into a jail, what does it mean?
At first, in my hands, your locks you lay,
Later on, you make me frail, what does it mean?
Your loins talk in riddles and your words secrets say;
Cut me in the middle, to what avail? What does it mean?
You lure us with Love, and like pawns, you play
Each piece you play, you fail, what does it mean?
O Hafiz, if your lover into your heart finds her way
Familiar is your trail, and your tale, what does it mean?
The face of the Beloved
Not every painted face has charm
Not every mirror maker, Alexander can disarm
Not everyone upon a throne who puts on a crown
Knows the ways of ruling over farm and town.
Like beggars serve not for the alms
Master keeps his servants in good form.
I submit to the will of the weal maker,
Alchemist beggar, lead into gold can transform.
Faith and loyalty are good, if you can learn
Else you must weather tyranny’s storm.
I was brokenhearted and still unaware;
For children of men, angel is the norm.
A point much finer than a strand of hair,
The unshaven hair is not a Dervish’s uniform.
All the world revolves around your mole
It takes a gem to know a gem, a worm, a worm.
Whoever charismatically becomes the king
Will rule the world if with fairness keep away harm.
The poetry of Hafiz can only inform
He whose heart and speech is kind and warm.
Hazrat Hafiz Shirazi - Diwan-e-Hafiz
To my love
I want to reach out over the arch of milkyway
And feel your hands across the span of the loch
Walk with you along the rainbow till the end of this firmament
Not looking over my shoulders caring for the wiltering sand
I want to see you sing and still want to hear all your whines
To understand your fears towards the abstraction of physicality
While knowing we're still flowing and permeating through all confines
I've been hoping it like this all of my life
Despite the holy water drowned me and blemished me older
But you never turned me over but still the chill in the wind is getting colder and colder
Can we stop repenting for the old scars which came along the bounty of destiny
Darling I don't have the answer to them as they are too evident
I want to meet you where you are free and can see me spotless too
I don't need you to surrender till you see the dawn of that fine judgement
Cause is serving our paths and the light itself is carrying the beacon
As when the one you're hurting is your own the wax seems to dripping out instead of tears
This communion are not worth making if we are casting us away at the mercy of cruelty
There is an old church bell waiting for us to pervade the realm of frailty
Coz some songs are still waiting to come to our lips before the final knell.