MYSTERY'S MYSTERY

Alas!! the saddest thing is that each mask of life is so mysterious in itself....

Mysterious is mask user with a wraped up gift that must be exposed by him , mystery i mean, May each of us face with our own mysteries once during life.

GIBRAN'S VISION

""now you do not have to go through hell to meet an angel.Many a women borrow a man's heart, very few could possess it.
if you would possess you must not claim ....""

SMALL BUT ..

mind is almost freezing with successive halts and life is still going on and on as usual daily and routine , even there is no more power to resistance that is turned to a small point at the depth of an alive decaying cell in my mind and repeatedly whispers with me , once upon a time there was a dream which has never experienced indepndency since god for the first time owned it and then fell on a circle all of endless passion of catching and now im talking with mine... the one make me stay alive and both of us know the reality is beyond it ,,, i dived in it merged with it and now both are enlightened with obscure shadow of desire both have experienced death and reviving with sudden shocks of getting ready again with rays of sun everyday... .supposed to catch my properties and dont know when these were donated to me and still repeating "thats it!".

pppssssss........

It has been said: wind exist

As long as warmth and cold is!

It blows some times calmly;

Some times wildly.

No difference to where,

It goes every where!

When it touches the leaves,

When it moves the clouds,

When it slaps at faces,

When it fondles the hairs,

When it turn the waves,

It just moves!

As its nature,

As it must be,

Can never stop,

This poor dear wind!

It can't carries the leaves,

Nor heat the cheeks,

Nor turn the waves,

Nor fondles the hairs,

Nor move the clouds for ever!

It's just a tool for water,

When it wants to be wild,

To reach to its climax,

To show its power!

It's just a tool for tree,

With its strong deep roots,

When it wants to abandon dried leaves,

When it wants to shake its adorable branches,

To make a fantastic dance!

As long as cold and warmth exist,

It can't stay calmly.

Exist to do all those;

And so many others!

Belongs to no one, no where, nothing,

Exist in every where, with everyone and every thing.

It breathe with you,

As long as you need it,

As long as warmth and cold exist!

Take a deep breath,

Leave the wind freely!

This is too passing!

Take a look at yourself,

As the depth as your continuously breath!

Leave the wind,

It's passing. . . . .

Shima sure is a good poet within. :D

here's another one by her...

Clever birds sleep on the roofs,
Sky is above their heads,
With its shining stars,
This makes their dreams.
Those brilliant stones are just their fads …
In the mornings,
Nice warm rays,
Will make ascension,
A new start to sky,
With forgetting those little dreams,
In their daily perpetuity fly,
Under protect of sun,
With its epidemic luminosity!
Stupid birds sleep on the stars,
The sky is above their head,
This hasn’t any shining star,
They don’t have any dream.
Those stony stars are just their beds …
In the morning,
Hot damn rays,
Will make descent,
A new start to earth,
With forgetting all hopes for dreams,
In their daily perpetuity fly,
Under protect of sun,
With its epidemic luminosity!

SIRE !! IM HOME

Mein jo sarba sajda kabhi hua, zamin se aane lagi sadaa,
tera dil to hai sanam aashna, tujhe kya milega namaaz mein.
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Chess is a game in which each party has its own singular objective even as
it engages the other ; a mid-game
in which the struggle develops and intesifies, and bits and pieces of each
side are at a loss, both sides diminish, an
end game in which one traps and paralyzes the other.

DROPS OF COUPLETS

Baazaar-e-mohabbat mein kami karti hai tekdeer,
ban ban ke bigad jaata hai, sauda mere dil ka.
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"in the glance of a dumb beast...is a speech understood by the sounds of the wise"