Tuesday, March 30, 2010
me caught into a fear over an excessive love..
the fear melted me down and never know - how to handle..
me had a dream - Khalil Gibran!
"Ho my God! its you.. me have a doubt.."
he just smiled..
"when two souls fall in love so deep -
whether the beautiful heart is enough for her..
she expects much more?"
Gibran asked: "You not in trust?"
"Trust is not the matter. I am fearing that -
me very poor before a loving heart"
"You are nearing a big secret.." he exclaimed,
"are the both are sincere?"
"me think so.."
He had a thoughtful look for a while,
"OK.. you find a way.."
A ear to hear always cheer. That too Khalil..
me just went deep and remembered some beautiful words..
"the good people would make the place where they live
as a heavan.."
If they do, why not two loving hearts..
Some another day me met Khalil again..
me told about all the things.. and he listened so soft..
"You are very much in the right direction.
But those things are what you heard..
Now you tell - what you felt.
That may be so realistic.."
His authentic words made me to be so silent.
the feeling part may be very much deeper than
the heard part..
His mis-chevious eyes searched the answer in me..
at that moment me got that..
"Oh.. yes.. Whether the loving heart is enough for her
should not the question..
the question would be -
WHAT ME EXPECT OUT OF HER BEYOND A LOVING HEART....
me have a loving heart..
she too have one..
if they meet - there exist love..
if me expect some thing more -
then she might also expect something more.."
"You got it.. That's beautiful..
with that loving heart - just share everything..
but don't play..
the hearts know only one way of speaking - TEARS..
whether it is joy or sorrow - that is their way..
hence don't play.. just share..
don't expect to wear that nice pearl or not try hold..
let it as it is.. as free as it is..
but stand by her side - what ever happens..
and that will cherrish her through her whole life.."
some drops of tear shed from my eye..
before me woke from my dream - me said these last words
"THAT SHE KNOWS.."
Monday, March 29, 2010
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow..
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
When the birds took shelter among the boughs, and the flowers folded their petals, and tremendous silence descended, I heard a rustle of feet though the grass. I took heed and saw a young couple approaching my arbor. The say under a tree where I could see them without being seen.
After he looked about in every direction, I heard the young man saying, "Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future; be merry, for the sparkling days rejoice with us.
"My soul is warning me of the doubt in your heart, for doubt in love is a sin. "Soon you will be the owner of this vast land, lighted by this beautiful moon; soon you will be the mistress of my palace, and all the servants and maids will obey your commands.
"Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father's coffers.
"My heart refuses to deny you its secret. Twelve months of comfort and travel await us; for a year we will spend my father's gold at the blue lakes of Switzerland, and viewing the edifices of Italy and Egypt, and resting under the Holy Cedars of Lebanon; you will meet the princesses who will envy you for your jewels and clothes.
"All these things I will do for you; will you be satisfied?"
In a little while I saw them walking and stepping on flowers as the rich step upon the hearts of the poor. As they disappeared from my sight, I commenced to make comparison between love and money, and to analyze their position in the heart.
Money! The source of insincere love; the spring of false light and fortune; the well of poisoned water; the desperation of old age!
I was still wandering in the vast desert of contemplation when a forlorn and specter-like couple passed by me and sat on the grass; a young man and a young woman who had left their farming shacks in the nearby fields for this cool and solitary place.
After a few moments of complete silence, I heard the following words uttered with sighs from weather-bitten lips, "Shed not tears, my beloved; love that opens our eyes and enslaves our hearts can give us the blessing of patience. Be consoled in our delay our delay, for we have taken an oath and entered Love's shrine; for our love will ever grow in adversity; for it is in Love's name that we are suffering the obstacles of poverty and the sharpness of misery and the emptiness of separation. I shall attack these hardships until I triumph and place in your hands a strength that will help over all things to complete the journey of life.
"Love - which is God - will consider our sighs and tears as incense burned at His altar and He will reward us with fortitude. Good-bye, my beloved; I must leave before the heartening moon vanishes."
A pure voice, combined of the consuming flame of love, and the hopeless bitterness of longing and the resolved sweetness of patience, said, "Good-bye, my beloved."
They separated, and the elegy to their union was smothered by the wails of my crying heart.
I looked upon slumbering Nature, and with deep reflection discovered the reality of a vast and infinite thing -- something no power could demand, influence acquire, nor riches purchase. Nor could it be effaced by the tears of time or deadened by sorrow; a thing which cannot be discovered by the blue lakes of Switzerland or the beautiful edifices of Italy.
It is something that gathers strength with patience, grows despite obstacles, warms in winter, flourishes in spring, casts a breeze in summer, and bears fruit in autumn -- I found Love.
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
1) A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?
2) And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair
3) But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls..
4) Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
5) Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity..
(IN THE DARK - IT IS ALWAYS ME THERE AND NOT U - AS SHADOW IS ALWAYS DARK N U R ALWAYS THE FULL MOON..)
6) I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
7) If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were..
8) If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
9) If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
10) Love is trembling happiness..
11) Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
12) Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.
13) Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
14) What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?
15) Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
1) u r so fat!!
2) not looking nice..
3) u nvr mind the others..
4) nvr listen my words..
5) enough - too much of ur mails n msgs.. ho god.. get lost..
7) silly n lazy (two in one!!)
8) always talking abt --x..
(where everyone ends up, me start from there!!)
9) idioitc, mad, non-sense (three in one!!!)
10) less sensitive..
(but without these -
WHO I AM?)