Into the Heaven!
March 31, 2010
Life is all this if a wandering soul can fine the way ahead, be it the glimpse of unseen or holding the fluffy love within. Come what may, finding the real way is far beautiful than the pillars of heaven, whether one achieves it or whether one, indeed, achieves it without the union. Miracles happen and keep happening. Every vein is filled with the scent of joy. Knowing is enough.
No one ever changes faith if they fail to achieve God. Faith remains there, firm and strong, howsoever God acts. Finding the chosen way of God is enough for a believer to achieve the extremes of happiness. So stands true for an infidel, a believer of love, never ever can a lover change faith, even if they fail to achieve union, just finding the real chosen love is enough for a lover to make heaven on earth. Reincarnation into belief, faith and sincerity certainly evolves into a brand of Paradise.
I dedicate few words of Messiah Faiz for all those Lovers who have found heaven on earth, the way ahead, but continue to absorb every blow and live resilient for ages, and make their dedication, sincerity into worship. Faiz beautifully emphasizes the need of putting sincere dedication -calling for blood and tears- without looking for a reward. May God help all the color-pencils to paint and celebrate beautiful Daisies.
Your expression of love is quite overwhelming and beautiful.
Since the beginning of time, Love continues to fascinate poets and writers and men with oneiric imaginations; of beloveds, satin smooth loves, of Gods, of Life. Isn’t it the same story… The argument remains the same since time immemorial, only the words and expressions change. Arguments of love and beloved. As a poet says,
“So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told”
Love, Life… I would add another word that creates a subtle segue between the two and that is – Happiness, the ultimate destination of both.
An alien to Love, as I am, I wondered, how would you spell Love?
Spelling love is not as easy as is death. Love appears in a different form to each one of us and some of us write our life off to put it into words, but alas! love stands far beyond the borders of verbal recollection. It is ineffable like the guardian angel. Somewhere it ruins and lets the pleasure be and somewhere it creates and lets the pleasure be. Somewhere it is the frenzy and somewhere its the Iba’dat. Its lets you walk on fire without saying a word of Uff, and makes you take pleasure in that pain. For me, Love is nothing but a better word for God, simple as that.
I agree. Its the same story but the form letting people scratch the pen against paper is divine to each one of us. Inspirations as the Love appeared to us remains different. The arguments remain distinct and holy.. As Ghalib rightly puts..
Aate hain ghaib se yeh mazameen khayaal mein,
Ghalib sareer-e-khama nawa-e-sarosh hai.
These thoughts come to mind from the void, the unseen,
Ghalib, the scratching of the pen is the voice of the heavenly angel
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“How do you spell love?”, asked she.
“hmm.. Another difficult of your queries!! What do you want that for?”, wondered, he asked
“In case I need to”, She smiled back.
Love had knocked at her door, Again
Placing his hand over her head, “It is a language that you don’t need words for.”
and kissing her forehead said, “You don’t have to spell it. You feel it,”
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You are right, poet dear. However, spelling even death is not easy. Realized or unrealized; both cross your ways, atleast once in life.
But, there is one thing: Let go the fear, and love will find its place.
aaaahaaaaa !!!! beautifully put, made me all smiles
Thanks, Tara.
It is a section/passage from my very personal work/collection “the book of conversations”. I am glad you liked it.
And am glad even more for the reason that it spread some smile
your way… one of my eternal passions (to make people smile) !!!
And I am yet to read your story of love and longing, “the sound of lutes”, Mohsin… Am actually longing to do that
Wonderfully put “It is a language that you don’t need words for.” It reminds me of an amazing poem by Zaheen Shah Taji..
Sar-e-Dil-o-Nazar Zaheen yahe zuban e Ishq hain,
Lafz nahin Bayan nahin Soot nahin Sada nahin.
Thank you, poet. Who knows this language better than you? I am learning from you, anew..
I am waiting to read your book of conversations to understand Love better.
I don’t know if that book is ever going to leave its solitary confinements but talking about love, do u need to know it better. You know it best. You have beautiful imaginations & understanding of it, that really makes it more enticing and even more divine.