Unsatisfied

Unsatisfied am I with the words I couldnot speak.
Unsatisfied am I with the thoughts I couldnot think.
Unsatisfied am I with the Love I have bestowed.
Unsatisfied am I with the Love I have been honoured.

Life without words to speak is a heaven with no spring.
My thoughts hath flew aloft the sky and hathnot returned yet
As a sparrow which flew away to find chows for her little one and returned not.
Wait shall I for my thoughts as the little sparrow in the nest for her mother.
If she returnth not, the little sparrow may die of hunger,
As my soul dieth of hunger for unthought thoughts and unspoken words.

Storms loveth the trees than the breeze doth.
Still the love is unknown to the woods
For storm hath touched them a few moments in love.
A storm hath been I from my very birth even.
And was loved only for a while through my living.
How shall I be satisfied with the life.
For it unsatisfies my immortal desires.

And in my life after my death I shall be living with her.. ..

" Filled of dreams were my yesterdays.
No dreams hath I dreamt in my yesterdays
wherein your facade wastnot.
... How shoudst I dream a dream without you
For you were the weaver of my dreams.
No truth was there greater
than the truth whispered you with your wet eyes.
'I love you', said you, with wet eyes and quivering lips.
Heard it with a rejoiced heart I.
Walked we through the flower laden path of the gardens
And kissed each others heart with heart.
Kissed you my cheeks many times
And I received it in flourished joy.
Melted we with joined hands and hearts in the busy crowd
Who hath been spending their dying hours in haste.
I mourned not when you went bidding a farewell eternally.
For you hath taught me death even can separate us not.
I worried not when you thawed in eternity’s sea as a drop.
For I hath been promised: you should await me in the sea.
Greek sayth: Aphrodite is a myth and lives in mythology.
For me Aphrodite lived with me in my yesterdays
Lives in my remembrance today.
And in my life after my death I shall be living with her.
How shoudst I cry as you hath given me
plentiful thoughts in the past days of joy to recuperate my sadness.
Halo of your love lingereth around my soul hitherto.
And I wished to join you no longer staying here.
But angel of death hastnot been kind to me yet.
My dreams are over and bountiful days are past.
Is there any pain greater than those’s who can even dream not;
I realized that you went taking the fountain of my dreams with you.
I shallt await no longer for my call
to join you in the angel-guarded sea.
I have started the hours of anticipation.
‘tis the dream that shall enliven me henceforth "

To the one who Cries for me . .

 "Shall there be someone
who mayst feel lost after I am gone ?
Shall there be a soul on earth that mayst live
... with the memories I have given to remember ?
Shall there be a star that mayst dance
with me when I will be with them ?

Aye, the one who cries for me !
Never feel lost: I shall await you until the end day of your voyage
With another star in my hand for you to dance with.

O beautiful star ! dance with me
atleast until the one on earth, who remember me, join me here.

Aye the one who lives with the memories of mine !
Live with my memories, and pass on your memories
to the ones who mayst weep when you join me here.
And we shall wait with another star in your hand for them to dance with.

O , we will be dancing in the sky for ever,
With the infnite stars in our hands,
For the ones who loved us,
With the love we forgot to give,
For the love we couldn't receive-
For death shalln't come near to the bodies those were died once. "

If you can forget me not . .

If you can forget me not and still suffer the pain,
Say this in your heart:

... " God, he came and filled within me as rain
And vanished into ether as vapour,
Thank thou, he wasn't a cloud, so I might have to see him every day.
He came and embraced me as a storm and drew back,
Thank thou, he wasnot a breeze
that would have been waving around me every moment.

He appeared before me as crystalline mirror
and broken down into pieces.

Thank thou, he became not my own reflection,
That would give me remembrance of him every hour.


He came to me and talked to me in my days,
And appeared as a dream in my dream
and sung of his love to me in the nights,
and disappeared with the sunrise. 

Thank thou, he became not my days and nights,
That would compel me to live within him.

He kissed my life and went away.

Thank thou, he became not my life,
That would tempt me to live my life for him.
Thank thou."



Age

Ages rolled.
Many springs blossomed.
Autumn shunned many leaves.
... Rain storms tempted us many times.
Together was the journey started-
And the way a joyful one.

Oh! The dreams were shattered.
The ways were sad filled many.
My road-fellows parted
through the ways they found.
Each one was alone;
And each one wept.

No life ends without a destination,
for each soul holds a destination
But premeditated by the hands of destiny.
Unknows shall remain my destination for me,
Until I reach there,
and smiles back with the very pain that sustained me,
to the fallen leaves
in the path I have walked.

I reached my destination.
Nay, destiny was fashioning my way
With her invisible hands and waiting for me.
Again another bud shall blossom.
Another leaf shall become a memory.
Another drop of rain shall fall
Into the heart of soil.

Come, let us dream for an other day-
Wherein dreams shall remain unshattered;
And no one shall be alone;
No one shall weep.
Only remember me until the dawn of
Another day of dream's fulfillment.

A Heart's Song

" Leave the Weeping heart of mine behind,
Go through the way ahead that awaits your laughter filled with joy.
Listen not to the Songs of love that trees and birds may sing beside,
... Think not of heart left behind anymore, as seasons shall thaw
the elements of the withered heart unto the mother earth,
leaving no sign that a loveful heart existed here.
But my heart will rise again seeking the help of raindrops
And become a tree that stays blossomed ever.
And if you pass through this way again in another life,
I will rain as the spring blossoms on the way for you to walk. "

Song Of Remembrance

" Havestnot thou seen the blossom of spring ?
What have they whispered thou ? They often talk to me :
"Aye, I feelst contentment when I am loved,
... And I am the beauty of the nature,
And I shall remain as the beloved of plants and Trees".
I often reply too : "Thou art beautiful,
And thee remindeth me of my spring of my loves,
I adoreth thee for I am rich now
with The golden yellow leaves of autumn,
But My vessels of my mind of spring are empty,
I couldnot stay here evenif I am rich,
Yet not enough hast been my richness
to deny my Mortality; And I must havest to kiss and melt in soil.
Forgeteth not yet thee too shall have an autumn for thee
to blow off thee from thy Beloved trees.
Summer may sprout thee again;
But I lovest remaining in the soil forevermore.
For I lovest not seasons to come again in my life
as they art beloved of mortality and what I lovest is eternity"

I keepeth asking my beloveds;
"Aye, my beloved sun,
Dost thee love me ?
Love me for the sake of my love to thee,
Shed tears when I becometh naught,
And how longest shall ye cry for me ?
Aye, I know ! Until ye sets for this day;
Until ye gives up yourself for thy beloved moon;
Tommorrow shall thee risest again for another soul who loves thee."

"Aye clouds, What shall ye dost for my remembrance ?
And how shall thee make me pleasurest in my sleep ?
Shall ye touchest my grave descending as drops of rain ?
Thirsty is my soul to havest thy adoring touch "

"Aye, snow fallen trees,
Thou art being embraced with thy beloved winter !
Joyeous shall be I evenif ye allow thy seeds
to thrivest on my body in summer,
I shall raisest thy seeds to touch the sky
giving them even the last drop of my frozen blood,
So shall I see the blossoms of spring and leaves of autumn through thee"

"Aye singing birds, What art thou singth for ?
Alas! Havest ye been singing for thy beloved ones !
Shall I be thy beloved ? So shall sing ye for me too !
An eternal song which may givest my beloved the remembrance of mine
and which shall soothest my spirit.
I shall allowest ye to build thy nests on the tree
which is routed in the soil of my grave."

Love In The Grave . .

Day was rainy, as God knoweth the loneliness of the souls.
Raindrops intruded into the soil and touched me, whispered
In my ears, "Aay, Can you hear me, I am your beloved rain."
...
I gave him a smile, "I heareth you, I seeth you.
Yesterday I heard you, but you didnot intrude into the soil to reach me.
Weary was I thinking you hath forgotten me."
Rain replied, "Nay, Have you told I have forgotten you ? Never shall I,
Yesterday I was with a girl who layeth beside your tomb. She is beautiful as an angel, She lovest me too as you do. I was consoling her for her desires wertnot ended."

I said,"All souls here art not happy for ended not wert their desires.
But pleasurest am I as I hathnot hath anything to giveth my beloveds other than Loves. I am happy as I havest understood they knowth my love to them.
Before your arrival my beloved sister hath come here, she was weeping whispering that she loved me morethan anything in the world, She kept a handful of flowers on my tomb which she looked after with the tears of her love to me.

You go and tell that girl. Desires art mortal friends of those living on earth.
They must die with the body that owneth their fountain, Tell her not to weep as
I shall pray for her to get another birth to complete her desires for God is kind
To hear the weeping souls.", I heard the raindrops moving away.

I closed my inner eyes and took a heavy breathe so that the pleasant fragrance of wet soil should fill my mind. When I was moving to the gate of asleepness raindrops came again, "Aay, She is joyeous now as she havest heard a good word to fill her frozen heart. I saw her smiling as I conveyed your saying. I heard her singing to convey you her gratitude. She told me that no one hath come to her tomb even if there wert many to love her when she lived for she was beautiful."

I replied, "beauty and desire, both cannot be separated, Everyone in earth either desireth what is beautiful or find beauty in what they desireth. Verily both enslaveth their heart."

Rain went away and came back hastely, "She hast stopped weeping for she understood There is naught in anything what men dost on earth except the worship to the Lord. She ist grateful to you for your words shall givest her peace in her sleep. I heard her prayer that If she taketh birth again she would be your lover. Not desiring anything other than the eternal love, She lovest you now." Stopping for a moment he continued, "Its the time to leave for me.
I shall come again to join your souls. For I adorest love for I lovest you, Request Shall I to my friend wind, to sow the seeds of grapevine in the soil of
Your graves, And Bloom shall I those seeds above these two graves.",
I heard the voice of rain fading.

I closed my inner eyes and thought, "Nay,men's desires have no end unless this world endeth. What I havest told shall be understood by the one who havest no desires. "

Seasons hath been changing.After many seasons of rain..In another rainy day rain came again and whispered, "The sprigs of the grapevines are embracing each other and they are bloomed too as Love bloometh in hearts soil."

I prayed to the Lord with gratitude in my mind.
"Love needeth not body to blossom for it taketh birth when your soul needeth it and the more ye remembereth your beloved the more it bloometh too !"

Mortal Love . .

On the shore of infinite sea were we; I saw the sun rising, departing from the sea with lovers mind. Pleasant smell of elements of sea was spread there by the soft breeze. The clouds were seemed as if they were loving to fall down as drop of rain.

Awaken was I by her whisperings, “Aye, I lovest you. As the sun loves to drown in his beloved sea, I lovest to drown in the deepness of your soul;... As the trees are enchanted being embraced by the wind, I lovest to be embraced within your arms forever; As flowers live within the sunlight, I lovest to live within you; As the rain sings it melody to earth I lovest to sing for you of my loves ", Stopping for a while and kissing me on my lips she stood up.

Grasping her fingers I said, "Rich am I not other than my richer love to thee, Wealthy am I not other than a wealthy heart to give thee love and to receive thy love, Thy Love fills the lamp of my mind which was going to emit smoke. I lovest thy heart and wish to keep it as my own."

She laughed and said, "I have to leave now to receive my father for he is coming back completing his business. Promise has he given to me that a surprise present is he going to give me. Let me leave.", Giving again a kiss on my lips she went.

Some days after I visited the shore again with the memories of my beloved. I layed in the bed of sands. Sun was kissing on my eyes. Hungry was I for empty was my pocket. I saw a beggar running and seeing me he stopped for a while, "Aye, why have you layed down here? Never give up this opportunity;
A wedding ceremony is going on there in the seashore palace. Come with me, I shall get you cuisines which you may have not tasted in your entire life. He began running and I followed him.

Luxurious was the ceremony. The whole wall was curtained by the expensive curtains and the seats for the couple were adorned by diamonds. I stood behind those seats to have my turn for my hunger be appeased. I heard the bride saying, “I lovest you. As the sun loves to drown in his beloved sea, I lovest to drown in the deepness of your soul; As the trees are enchanted being embraced by the wind, I lovest to be embraced within your arms forever; As flowers live within the sunlight, I lovest to live within you; As the rain sings it melody to earth I lovest to sing for you of my loves “

I saw the young man grasping and kissing her hands and saying, "I lovest you for you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I shall give you the life of princess. You shall live with me as the wife of richest person in the city; I need you with me in the whole nights of my life.” I saw her leaning on his shoulders with shyness on her face.

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End of Days . .

A village of rich it was. Whole the village was filled by the marble palaces. Competing were the people there to show their richness. I walked through the narrow boulevard. Everywhere I heard the laughters filled with joy and pleasureful whisperings of wellness.

I reached a palace wherein a ceremony was going on. I asked the watchman, “what is going on?" He replied, “Master’s wife has given ...birth to a son. A huge party is going on for invited persons."
"Give me some water for I am very thirsty", I asked him.
He replied."Aye, go away, let not my master see you, Chief of the village is coming, Leave from here." I left there giving a smile to the watchman.

I walked again and reached a hut which I saw as the only one in the village. Fragrance of frankincense was spread in the air. "Aye, Shall anyone quench my thirst", I asked. I saw a woman looking through the window. I sensed perplexity on her face to see someone on their yard.

A man came out with a pot of water. Pouring water into my hands he said, "Drink as much as you want. Pleasureful day is this for us as my wife gave birth to a son."
"Pleasureful fact is that ! But why have you burned frankincense for it is meant for the house of dead", I asked. He replied with a weary smile, "Yes, My son is dead. He lived a few moments only."
He continued with his tears veiled eyes, "Joyous am I for God shall give him a place in heaven for he has not got time to do sins..God is kind to call him unto Him without suffering my son with the darkness of poverty. Poor was I to get my beloved wife medicines she needed. Now I have to dig a grave for my son to get him peaceful sleep."

Hearing him had I been mutely. His wife came out with her son’s body upon her arms and she layed him on the soil of their yard. Tears were coursing through her cheeks. Her eyes looked like jewels which lost glittering. The man embraced her, "Do not cry my beloved. Fortunate has he been to live not in this worldly world. He is going only from this earthly earth. But Go not shall he from our mind and heart in which we have kept the love to give him when he is born. Let the love we kept for him flow with your tears and melt with him in the soil. If not I cannot see your eyes dried. My beloved. If the tears you have dropped get life they shall be talking for you in heavens."

They began digging. The man took his son on his arms and kissed him and laid him down into the grave. They filled it with the soil and I found the soil was wet with tears of poor mother. Suddenly earth began shivering and huge sigh was followed with it. I could not see anything other than the dust formed in the air. A little while after some moments, I looked around. I could see no palaces or the hut therein but a heap of soil.
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Dream of Reality . . .

I was in a dream--I was sleeping wearing rainbow.
Heavenly silence was surrounded to me. Breathing hath not been I.
I wondered why hath I holded up my breath.
... I saw a man crying sitting beside me. His silver colored beard was wet of tears.
And a sigh followed with his cry. I looked upon that high sigh
And it was a woman shedding tears at my face.
I was afraid for her tears should awake me from my asleepness.
But neither hath it happened. With a reflection in my inner heart I realized.
Their beloved lad was I. I could see even if my eyes were closed.
I whispered even if they could not hear me.

“Ages shall vanish my dwelling from the domain of earth.
Rest shall my body in the grave that you present to me
with lamenting hearts and melt shall my corpse in the soil
that you lend to me with sorrowful love.
Part not shall my spirit and the fragrance of my breathe from here.
I shall live here in the face of varied seasons
And flew away ages.”

“My beloved father! Let me be there in each of thine birth.
As thy lad who knows not to feel abhorrence to anyone.
Let me do confess for I was unable to give thee joy in this birth.
In any of my birth shall I give thee my loves, my heart and my soul
Under thy holy feet. Aye, I know, when I hath cried and
tears hath been coursing through, thee became my cheeks.
And when I hath slipped and fallen down, the land were thee.
Thee hath tasted the saltiness of my tears and hath suffered
The pressure of my fall. Lovest were thee still."

Then came a mass shedding two drops of tears each at my face.
No longer did they stay there after they dropped those two tears.

"Aye, my beloved friends, Where wert thou in the yesterdays of thine?
Where shall thou be in tomorrows of thine?
If thou wert enjoying in the yesterdays of thine where shall thou be
Enjoying the tomorrows of thine remembering thy yesterdays?
And if thou enjoyed not in thy yesterdays,
Where shall thou be in the tomorrows, weeping for thy yesterdays?"

Perplexed was I why hath not they responded.
They returned with sadness on their face and not dropping a single word.
I heard their laughter soon after they disappeared from my sights.
"O My God! The constructer and the destructor.
In dreams am I not, I am in the reality of death.

The rainbow I hath worn hath no colors as if I hath worn the cloudless sky.
I would not ask thou to give one more day, for my loves cannot be unveiled
In a day nor in a birth even. The words I havest not said shall not be said
In a day, nor could not I in my whole life too.
I hath been thinking of my tomorrows. I hath loved tomorrows
For no harms hath been tomorrows doing to me.
Now shall I send those thoughts into my stillness.

I shall ask thou to give my beloveds a sound sleep this night.
For awake shall they to an innovative sunset tomorrow without my remembrance.
Let them forget me even if I wished to be loved even when I am not.
For I want them to shed tears no more.
For their sorrows shall disrupt my peaceful sleep."

Withered rose was my friend.

Withered rose was my friend.
Memoirs of unforgettable yesterdays;
‘twas the requiem we hath as our own to chant.
“O rose, Speak to me from the withered
Petals of your heart,
Of the honey of love you gathered
To give your beloved in your
Beauteous yesterdays.
Speak to me with the memories
Of your enslaving fragrance
You hath hath in your joyeous days fallen.”
Laughed in pain the withered rose,
defying the dazzling breeze;
Opened his shrunken heart and sung
Of his petals fallen.

“Rich were the lovers of my
Petals dipped in the colors of sunset.
Dawn of mine were filled with
Laughters of rainbow colored butterflies
And my love spread honey bees.
I could hear no solos of my lovers now.
Sprinted away hath they seeing my faded petals.
Now in my dawns, I got awakened by
The breeze, often trying to blow me off.
Still O young ! you adore me !
I have no fragrance to fill your soul
Nor honey of love to make your heart wet.
Still O young ! you love me
Remembering my beauty of yesterdays !”

“O rose, you were born along with me.
Thoughts stamped deeply in our heart
Which makes our heart sore
are beautiful memories of yesterdays.
Yesterdays of my youth were wandering
To hearts gathering love of my beloveds.
Amidst my joyeous wanderings
I found a fountain of love.
I dreamt of tomorrows with her.
Often we flew aloft the sky
Joining our hands and keeping
Our hearts together.

O rose ! I have nothing to give her
Other than a heart to give her my loves
And receive her love with pleasure filled soul.
O rose ! I cant cease tears falling on my obscured face.
Fallen tears hath stamped their course on my fading cheeks.

O rose ! I love her,
until my last breath which I am worried about often.
For if it passes out ceasing my heartbeats of love
With giving not anything to my beloved sacred soul,
In pain shall I remain with the angels of seventh heaven."
I cried in madness, "tell me O rose, what shall I give her.”

Weeping was the withered rose
And whispered glaringly,
“O my beloved friend, I believe not
I could be able to get rid of today,
To reach the beautiful dawn of tomorrow,
This rose plant is my heart.
I will breath the fragrance of my dwelling
Wheneven I am fallen.
For here ended burned my yesterdays.
Cry not my beloved friend !
This withered rose shall cry with you.
This withered rose shall ease your soreness.
Give my weak body, my faded petals
To your love,
the withered rose continued
With endless tears, “ tell your love
This was your friend, a withered rose
But still with whole petals not fallen”

Stopping for a while the rose made a sigh
And fell down to soil.
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O Loveful messenger of God . .

O Loveful messenger of God,
O who liveth in the seventh heaven,
You havest been shared betwixt us,
... But let me keep your heart with me,
Grasses in Bethlehem and
olive trees in Gethsemane loveth you
as they loveth the soil and the season of spring.
Birds of Bethlehem sung for you
The sheeps were in silent prayers
Stars of angels bowed to you
And you took birth to baptise the waylost world.
O blessed moment, the most blessed !

Cursed nithitingales of Golgotha
Sing not the songs of praise to you,
For they have been speechless
From the moment you were crucified
Or rised to the cloud nine.
And dreaming am I the tears of poor nightingales.
O prophet Easa, O the same Jesus Christ
I know your prayer before you hath been crucified
Or rised to the cloud nine.
Forgiven have they all O the kind prophet with you’ prayers.
Shadows of God and rays of His blessings
Hath made you the prophet; O most blessed !

What was your soul made of
O Jesus and the same prophet Easa.
And what was the fragrance of a God blessed man ?
I try to smell it in vain,
But I shall ask the grasses in Bethlehem
And they shall tell me singing with the tender grapes
In the wineyard of Solomon in Ba’al-Ha’mon :
“Thy plants are an orchard of pomengranates,
With pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankinscence; myrrh and aloes,
With all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters,
And streams from Lebanon”.

Shall I dream in vain;
If you werenot resurrected
In the third day after you hath been crucified,
Andif you were raised now
To dry the endless tears of poor
And to fill the path for a
No heart civilization with the light on your face,
Dreaming in vain,
O loveful messenger of God,
O Jesus and the same Prophet Easa !
You and your successor Prophet Muhammed
Talked to us of One Almighty Who sent you to us
To openes our wrapped hearts and to
Seal it with the thoughts of love and brotherhood.

O Prophet Easa and the same Jesus Christ,
Why were the human parted leaving your words in mind
Prostrating to the will of Satan;
And how long shall they remain parted, O loveful messenger of God,
Shared shall not be you when entire
Humanity will be resurrected;
For we shall have no fences of religions
Nor beliefs before the altar of God .

Sail for the shores . .

Sail for the shores;
Your shore awaits you.
Let not the dazzling wind
... Disrupt your sail.

Sail for the shores,
For the eternal shore awaits you.
Spaces betwixt you and
You becoming your
Beloved's memories become fewer.
Reach your shore
And smile in eternity
To the dazzling wind.


 

Let us live together , a thousand novel years !

If my sun shall never set,
thousands of years
novel shall I live.
... thousands of nights
with the sun.
save for I shall not see the moonlight.
nor shall I fill my heart
with eventide shades.

I lovest to drink the eventide shades
and sleep in moonlight.
my sunset is my need,
nights without sun: my life,
and my parting a truth.

Still if my soul carves
for thousand novel years,
I shall ask a podium in your heart.
shall not I be allowed with compassion
to rest in your heart;
raising and dropping with your breath !
save for your sun shall set,
give shall your heart to your beloved
whichin I also sleep.

Come, let us live together
a thousand novel years.

If you allow me not
I shall wait in the ether
to see a face compassionate to me,
save for my awaiting shall be for a while
and I shall raise aloft with no sorrows
for I have been loved by immortality.


A faded rose am I,
I shall not blame the breeze
for blowing me off to the soil.
and i can not let the breeze unloved.

Where t'was buried . ..

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Yesterday when I was walking in the sand searching for my lost heart, I saw footprints of someone who was just passed by. I followed the footprints and it lead me to the woods where I saw a girl standing near a tomb with a bunch of flowers in her hand. Looked at me, smiled and kept the flowers on tomb, she said, "Here, here its buried, the fountain of your love, your heart, you can not love anyone anymore". Smiled at me again and she left following the footprints I made. I stood alone for some moments, then falling upon the tomb of my forsaken heart, I wept.