Two!

faces up, originally uploaded by atplayr.

I got two flowers in both my hands
red one and green one
one has rose smell and other one menthol
which one should I offer you
that is my confusion!!

Red is my passion,
Green is my heart!

May You take both of them..

@afterwind

Bird rescued!

غضب الهي: عاصفة رملية God's Anger: A sand storm, originally uploaded by البصراوي.

The Lord of Garden of Mystics has always proven Highly Honoured ~~



He was always chasing
the bulbul who had got lost into the deserts
after having left the garden!



And at last -
at every climax of enigmatic sadness
at the point when despair got to the strayed bulbul



At the last moment,
he appeared behind the sand dunes
As a last hope of thirsty bulbul~~



At last, He got the bird,
then offered it some water and grains



And took it back to the garden of Happiness

Now the Bird has reached back to same old garden, fragrant flowers and singing springs ~~ Old flute, eternal melody and deep pleasure giving pain of music of True Love!



@afterwind

Don't Lose Your Wits - Behold.. Surrender

Leh Chang La - Pangog Tso, originally uploaded by jpangli.

Oh Brothers, always be normal -
because many of us live in abnormal state.

Do you know what is abnormal state,
it is what troubles and itches your heart and hearts of other people ~

This state comes, when we are driven astray blindly by hate, anger ego, lust and greed, into the darkness of illusions, grieves, pains, unnecessary challenges, treacheries, artifice, hatred and dissatisfaction.



All let you know that this is nothing but ignorance.. ignorance is nothing but a temporary state, because it does not has any body of its own, but it is just a mere absence of True Wisdom!!



So, lit up your mind with wisdom and refresh your heart with the Light of God's Love



So, whenever you feel something going wrong or abnormal, and whenever your heart aches with the sharp pangs of dissatisfaction and grieves and you feel the blind darkness around you, please then stop everything and sit on one side.. leave the blind clogged traffic of rushing humanity and just sit on the deserted footpath of silence and peace for a while and..



try to cool yourself down by..

thinking silently with wisdom and search of truth, and admit the faults you have already done, accept the truth, rightness and wisdom and.. surrender yourself and your ego before the feet of God's mercy. Open your mind's window to accept the Soothing Light of Allah's Love.



Ask God for wisdom and His true love.. because it is the cure of every grief, pain and dissatisfaction.



Allah!



@afterwind

'LOVE & SEPARATION'

Iraqi Dust Storm 1, originally uploaded by fboosman.

My secret diary is full of tears,
which you've been giving to me since last year!

This memoir of sobs is not going to end, as long as the separation continues,
It is like a wineglass being filled continuously for 500 years - and is still empty.

This night will silently shed into some next night,
secretly stepping so into the holy secrets of heavens!


@afterwind

What really matters is how you take it?

Dubai Desert, originally uploaded by cocolinda.

"J"

( Geem / "ج" )

Once upon a time, a king imprisoned a mystic saint. The cell was so much small that the saint could not even stand straight and had always to be in a little prostrate position. His three disciples were always waiting out the other side of wall of the cell in order to receive some message or order to come from the wall closet. A stone was cast out of wall hallow and it fell outside on the ground. The tree men picked it and found only one alphabet "J" written on it.
The three people further interpreted it and took their own three separate meanings according to their own prudence.
According to the first man's interpretation: he took "J" for "Jila Watan" (in Persian means: Migration) , So later on he moved to the other country for preaching.
The second man took "J" as "Jabal". (in Arabic  means: Mountain). So, he went on the mountain and adopted asceticism.
But the third man took a very separate meaning. He took "J" for "Junoon" (in Persian means: Extreme Passion and madness). So he inflicted a self-imposed infatuation upon himself and became a mad.

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Don't Break Hearts

Yellow Sky, originally uploaded by grafosecondo.

Don't Break Hearts

Once Bulleh Shah, the Sufi Sheikh of Qadri Shatari hierarchy was giving a sermon over fasting while he too was fasting himself. During the sermen, a devout woman came whose prayer was accepted and she had brought along with her some sweets to offer him out of celebration at her happiness. She was so much happy that she wished him to eat and he ate it hence dissolving his fast. Someone inquired him reasons about dissolving the fast, he replied that he did this to save her heart from breaking.



مسجد ڈھادے، مندر ڈھادے، ڈھادے جے کُجھ ڈھیندا اے
اِک بندے دا دل نا ڈھاویں، رب دِلاں وچ رہیندا اے (?)
Masjid Dhhaa dey, mandar Dhhaa dey, Dhaa dey j kuj Dheynda e
ik bandey daa, dil naa DhaaweiN Rab dilaaN wich rahenda e

Demolish mosque, demolish temple, demolish whatever you can
Don't break heart of a man, God lives within hearts

- Bulleh Shah
Punjabi Poetry



(Thanks to my friend Hasan Raza Advocate who told this story at a juice corner in F8 Catchehry Islamabad)

Real Love, Right Love, Love of The Real

Yellow orange sky, originally uploaded by paper by design.

Real Love, Right Love, Love of The Real



Do the right love.. O' heartbrokens

Give your heart to the Real One who does worth of it

and fills it with the fresh wine of love



Don't give it to ones who don't deserve it!



Why not you love The Real !

~+~



عاماں بے اخلاصاں اندر گل خاصاں دی کرنی
مٹھی کھیر پکا محمد (رح) کُتیاں اگے دھرنی
Aamaan bey akhlaasaan andar khaasaan di gal karni
mitthi kheer paka Muhammad, kutyaan aggey tharni

Telling the talks of special ones among the insincere commons,is like cooking the sweet, O' Muhammad Bukhsh!, and then serving it before dogs

- Mian Muhammad Bukhsh,
Punjabi Sufi Poetry






نیچاں دی اشنائی کولوں فیض کِسے نہیں پایا
کِکّر تے انگور چڑھایا، ہر گُچھا زخمایا
neechaaN di ashnaai koloN faiz kisay nahiN paya
kikkar te angoor chaRhaya, har guchha zakhmaya

No one got wisdom from the acquaintance of the mean people
as if the grape vine was raised over (thorny) acacia, and every bunch got wounded

- Mian Muhammad Bukhsh, Punjabi Sufi Poetry

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کھیر پکائی جتن سے چرکھا دیہ جلا
آگیا کتا کھا گیا، تو بیٹھی ڈھول بجا
Kheer Pakaei Jatan se charkha deeya jala
aa gaya kutta khaa gaya, tu bethi dhol baja

You cooked sweet, while the soaked stove got cooking fire after much painstakingthen the dog came and ate it, and now you have nothing left but getting sad over

- Ameer Khusro, Hindustani (Local Indian Urdu or Hindi) Sufi Poetry