Complete Submission in love

Hama aahuwaan-e sehra sar-e khud nihada bar kaf;
Ba-umeed aankay rozay bashikaar khuahi aamad. (Khusrou)

All the gazelles of the desert putting their heads on their palms 
In the hope that one day [the beloved] will come to hunt them….

Which way goes to God

Which way goes to God? It must be through the heart ! 

We always keep running throughout our lives after the idea of finding God. Despite being seriously occupied with the material activities of everyday life,  we somehow succeed in maintaining brief stretches of our concentration over this idea,  which is perhaps too much brief to help us actually succeed in finding the God, but still goes giving the address of God. The feeling of peace,  which is psychologically a token of confidence for the naive heart , and which rises from the deep within heart,  leaves a message hinting that the way going to God must be through some passage lying somewhere within the heart! 

Ali said,  he found God within the broken hearts. 

The poetry of Bulleh Shah sings too about this hint as,  "Don't hurt one's heart,  as God lives within hearts!"

Which way goes to God?

It must be through the Heart! 

Ecstacy of divine love

Khabaram raseed imshab ke nigaar khuahi aamad;

Sar-e mann fidaa-e raah-e ke sawaar khuahi aamad. (Khusrou)

Tonight there came a news that the sweetheart will come;
Be my head sacrificed upon the way which he will come riding.

Importance of knowing the true essence religion

The religion lacks its true followers in present times, although there are still millions of so-called claimants of the religion in this world today.

It may possibly happen, that you may come across a person sporting long beard, regularly going to mosque or temple or on Hajj or pilgrimage, giving alms to the needy, but the other side of his life maybe totally different, as he maybe taking small amounts of bribes and causing or aiding in causing huge losses to the society.

The worship becomes ineffective and just a physical procedure, if it is performed without the belief and intention.

The Punjabi mystic Bulleh Shah by his poetry has condemned such nonsensical pretentiousness, and stressed on the importance of knowing the true essence of religion.

ایویں متھا  زمیں گھسائی دا

پا لما محراب دکھائی دا

پڑھ کلمہ لوک ہسائی دا

دل اندر سمجھ نہ لائی دا

کدی سچی بات وی لکدی اے

اک نقطے وچ گل مکدی اے

"They rub their forehead such uselessly on soil

 (In prostration during prayer),

Just for making a large prayer-bump for [the purpose of] showing.

They recite shahada (as proof of their being muslim) [just] to make people laugh,

But they never [tried to] understand [its meaning] sincerely.

Has the truth ever been concealable!

Upon a single point, the [whole] matter is settled. "

Lover's tear

Once a man, while passing-by a Madrasa (or, traditional Islamic school), overheard snatches of an instructor's voice who was explaining to his student the meaning of some Sufi poetry, that:

"A holy warrior who has scarified his life, is profuse in his blood... whereas, an Aashiq (an ardent lover; most probably, the God's lover) is heavily perspired in his tears shed in the pain of separation."

 

Confusion

Past was misery, broken dreams, lost expectations, painful, an untold story
We left the past far behind!

Present is smooth sail, ordinary blessing, well pronounced, well declared, well known!

Tonight, the past & present knew each other. Result could be confusion; even destruction.. .

Nothing happened!

"This is where the two worlds meet", Shepard boy screamed!

Our love!

Our love was not a failed one!
It was just a bit out-of-place.
Time and space couldn't adjust to it!

Our love was a miracle of Allah!
Nothing, from devil or any one, could ever retard it,
except our ''fears''!

In this world of dark chicaneries,
nothing to get fear from, but paper-made flowers.
Originality dares my dreams!

I don't have past, but do have memories
of some familiar lost faces, who have stripped me of my past!
I eschew their cold glances now! Still crave for their seldom notices!

My letter found its way back to me, like a reproach!
"PURE PAIN", as I wrote to be her address,
was found back.. only at my place!!

~Afterwind