Under the starlit sky, we sat together, many nights we spent in silence.

Nothing seemed awkward then, nothing seemed unrealistic, nothing seemed heavy.

Under the starlit sky, on a full moon night you and I spent time together in the same silence.

This time everything felt uneasy, everything felt down, everything felt heavy and my senses were drowning.

I know you do not have the time for me right now, I know you need your being first.

I know you are struggling with these emotions as I am.

We both are in the same path, walking towards the setting sun.

Hoping deeply that the moonlight takes away our pain and the cries are heard across the seas.

Once we walked hand in hand…

Today we walk a little apart….

Knowing deep inside, that this path will leads us to the same place…. to a new dawn.

A place where we two meet and bear our souls and become one.





you and only you

there is nothing that brings me closer to nirvana than,

to see you smile at me,to wait for you to hug me in my sleep.

to hear your voice or to feel your hands on my skin.

to know that you are thinking of me,to say i love you.

to live forever with you and me and to become us

Brown Grass…

Why do you call me jealous?
Why do you say that I am insecure?
Why do I always have to be understanding?

Jealous is a negative feeling,which i don’t have.
Insecure is an emotions that I have long forgotten.
Understanding is what is got me here.

Why am I always thinking?
Why am I never too street smart?
Why do i count on you?

Thinking is what gets me my words.
Smartness is something that I never could learn.
I count you cause you told me to.

it is all in your head my friend!

Trust is a big,it is mean and it kills the joy out then it goes away. It brings you down on knees,it makes you shiver in haunts you down,it kills you!

there was boy,there was a girl.he decided to let go of the trust she had.she decided to catch it.she did catch it by ear and asked it to stay quite and not play any games and stay quite!

she went on to the other side of the river,he called out loud.she turned back to discover.the name was hers but the person was the other!

he said to her,when in doubt ask yourself.if you think he is lying then think is you who is lying.

went on this hunt,got loads of meat.cooked it well with gravy and spice.put it on table for them to eat.they each grabbed a piece and left her with no more meat!

she was staring at the window on the other end.he was staring at her. she looked at him,he fell apart.she was looking from the picture that hung on the wall.

death is crazy,she wants to dance. Dante is not ready for her yet.she was swing to the tune of black and Grey. he was waiting and whispering” please don’t make me your prey”

Rumi said this !

over’s nationality is separate from all other religions,
The lover’s religion and nationality is the Beloved (God).

The lover’s cause is separate from all other causes
Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries

* the above is from Masnavi

Rumi’s universality

What can I do, Submitters to God? I do not know myself.
I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Zoroastrian nor Muslim,
I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,
not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament,
not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire.
I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world,
not from existence, not from being.
I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,
not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan
I am not from the world, not from beyond,
not from heaven and not from hell.
I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan.
My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,
no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.
I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.
One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.
He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the inner.
Beyond “He” and “He is” I know no other.
I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped me.
I have no concern but carouse and rapture.
If one day in my life I spend a moment without you
from that hour and that time I would repent my life.
If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you
I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.
O Sun of Tabriz (Shams Tabrizi), I am so tipsy here in this world,
I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.

wandering mind

it is a riddle that is waiting to be solved.
my head is scattered like a puzzle looking at it.

the players involve people i love,like and hate at the same time,
they say ” come on don’t be callous,make a move”.

one move from here and the end will come over before i blink….


lost in the world is a little child,
running from corner to the center of the globe.

someone pats the child and asked,do you need directions?

no said the child, I enjoy the freedom to be lost and found,
it is a game i have been playing from the day i was born.

that little kid is you and me and the man,someone said his name GOD or SOUL