The span between our wait So, let this be another beautiful day To search you in it’s moments beyond time and space
Being lost makes me to reach you and there when I see, your eyes reflect a world within I just want to stand and see your hidden face with my shyness behind that mysterious veil every beat resonates me and your beat plays the string inducing the melody of secrecy Deep in me of cosmic proportions static and forgetful I remain discovering an ocean of emotions tides hit me in the moonlight delivering me to shore in the morning scorching sun opens my eyes to see the desert left for me desert with roses showing me the new direction
this span is mysterious So, is this the span of love?
I have found people in two different ways. One who find you by the essence of your soul and makes a relation based on love emanating from the heart which subsides the opinion they may have for you and doesn’t let the differences to supercede the relation of love from the heart. Often, these relations become unbreakable, unshakable and above the trait of self sufficiency. They find happiness in your happiness.
Second are those, for whom essence of soul is inferior to the opinions they make of you. If conditions are favourable, there opinions and words too will be favourable for you and vice versa. When there is no effort on the recognition of true essence, a clear trait of self sufficiency could be evident and happiness will only acquire a opportunistic shape. A conditional happiness.
Every creation of Almighty possess existential relationship with each other. The existence of universe is based on different relations , every integral part of universe plays significant role to preserve the integrity of universe. These relations are maintained my different energies, present in abstract forms. Relationship b/w humans are manifested by different human instincts .
Relationship can arise because of love , affection, attachment, hatred , jealousy etc. Relationship b/w Allah and human being is most fullfilling and eternal , that gives spritual enrichment , the deep relationship with Allah directs us to maintain our worldly relations of love and affection with his creation. Second most influential relationship in life of Muslim is relationship with our beloved prophet, third most crucial relation is relation with Holy quran. These relations help human being to imbibe the quality of humanity, love, kindness and brotherhood.
Man in materialistic way is just a hanful of dust but in metaphysical way it is spritual being. Individual survival of human being is impossible. We all possess a dependency on one another to fullfilll our daily needs and these needs are sometimes physical and sometimes related to our emotions.
The most beautiful relation on Earth is relationship based on love.
Immersion of love in the heart wets your eyes Your walls of heart break down in the joy of freedom You yearn to embrace the soul with yours Differences vanish within the hands, that join together
It plugs the cracks inherited from the pain It gives you depth to search from within Love becomes the reason to seek life from God A source of peace for the ones where love resides
It could be the love of mother to her son Between the friends living together all along Between the man and her wife Between anyone bound by the promises But love for God is above all Love for Him is a feeling where your indentity dwells A freedom, A strength A hope, A truth Love for God is the real life
Worn out after a long weary day I sat on a big old chair facing the west Looking at the beautiful twilight and the gloomy sun of the peaceful evening about to set behind the mighty mountains
Took a deep sigh while closing my eyes Everything appeared still and silent Except for the remains of chirping of birds while going back to their nests Meanwhile, I heard some little voices Small footsteps and a lot of giggles Twilight started fading in my mind Something familiar with my life started to appear like a dream
“A little boy was running here and there Smiling and playing without any care He was Singing his own songs while catching the butterflies His mother was sneaking behind the curtains With a lot of glee and hidden smiles
He was busy in his own world of imagination With no boundaries for love and freedom His mother came out to catch him with her loving arms Running behind with a spoon with food He ran with a surprising smile to escape the love She hid herself behind the tree And caught him with a warm hug Kissed his red cheek and put the spoon in his mouth Took him inside the lovely house Closed the door and also my dream”
Soon those voices began to fade Last light of the sun hit my eyes I heard someone calling from the widow “Son, get up as AZAN is being called Wash yourself for the prayer” I saw my mother behind the same curtains My memories brought a tear into the eyes I again took a deep sigh I saw around, everything was changed But what remained unchanged was The love of my mother And the time of prayer
You are like the melody of the river Playing in the silence of my valley I Walk along the side in the day to see the reflection of your mysteries At night, I sleep listening what you sing Along with the swirling winds When I stand besides you You sprinkle the water droplets as you strike the stones When I go deep in the forest You keep calling me with beautiful names And when I come back you have a new song to sing Sun sets in the west Is the best Moment of the day As you dazzle in the golden light I just can’t lift my eyes of you As you fill the air with silent breeze Touncing my face and my lips I take a step to say something back But the sun takes its light back Speechless I stand as those moments get vanish I return back in wait for the other day You againgstart singing the sleeping songs And I sleep in your dreams
Don’t limit love only to the surface
of the face and eyes
let it infiltrate the depths of the soul
the storm destroys what is above the ground
but fails to touch what is beneath
deep love always remains
delicate things never permit harshness
they only let kind and soft hands to embrace them
the soil never let fiery rain to seep
but welcomes the drizzle to nourish the roots within
beautiful deeds pierce the heart
and love oozes out of its virtue
pure and true
like the morning dew
the journey of deep love
never ends with the time
never ends with the death
if God wills
it will continue in the paradise