April 19, 2009

Empty hands..


I begged for love
to come and fill up my heart
with its freshness

Heaven accepted my prayers
and my cravings and sobs voices
were coveyed to the love
who was busy in merry-making and comforts and pleasures
at the thousands of miles away into the celestial worlds
beyond red, green and grey mountains.. ah, the love...


ah, the love
when it listened to my cravings
stopped every of its functions
fumbled hurriedly to take its shawl patched with pink stars, wrapped around its shoulders
and that star eyed embodiment, 'the love'
rushed towards me
keeping many stars of affection, kindness and love in its hands!!


when it came to this our world,
it found a man of my 'name'.. "the human"
but it could never found the real me
standing at my address,
its face is down, and eyes are glum


it came to receive a heart..
but here is nothing, except pains, greed, wars, tears, greeds, fitna..
what else could we offer as a gift
to appease its heart, 
which had been already lost somewhere in this world and
at last it was worried for the feelings of loss of emotions
so, it's returning to its unknown world empty-handed!

© afterwind

pictures from flickr as uploaded by lancelonieAnn and Educated Savage


  1. courage.. that is the only answer..burn the veils, and u can see that u're hands are not empty..no one hands are empty.

  2. Love is the answer. It is rediscovered in the core of the self. The essence of who you are awaits opportunity for rebirth and renewal. Acknowledge its existence. Tap into inner knowing. The music of this blog is uplifting!

  3. thanks, courage breaks the veils of nature, material and ignorance.. and let the heart indulge in feeling the 'dazzling' beauty of The True Beloved Sweetheart

  4. thanks Liara, a seeker starts treading the land of wonder, starting from the burning way of love, the soothing way of tears, sensing the dust storms in the way when it covers the sky with dust colour and the very hot day becomes cool under the shade of dust, and it feels a flash of fragrance, the love of the beloved of the love is a true test, and makes great emotional experiments, this suffering so much great that the teacher said: if a man really loved a girl very much in the world, but he never misused her and avoided adultery, if he died, he died as a Shaheed (a martyr of God)..

    'Oh my Lord take my heart (broken shattered by the sufferings of love of worldy beloved) in the lovely motherly hands of Your mercy. oh Allah help me, support me, give me Your medicine. Oh Allah mercy on me, oh Allah mercy on my wordly beloved, Oh Allah let the result be under Your mercy and kindness and love. Oh Allah, become my true Beloved, become the true Beloved of my worldly beloved and all the seekers of truth and love.. and take my and their hearts to the truth.. let me charmed with your dazzling effulgence and beauty that soothes the hearts of crazy lovers, it is the medicine. Oh Allah!!'