Monday, 21 July 2014

£ove The Twinflame of Moi £ife


For us  “the point of no return” began at the very moment our souls became aware of each others existence....

£overs special... For him n her...and their ever£asting Passion for each other....their shared songs...sweet..intimately intrinsic memories....They £eave a mark so strong and Permanent on each other....that even if they ar apart.... the one who tries to Seek them....would alwz be an intruder....a "Third Nobody"...These are the EternalSoulmates....TwinFlames...

Silently burning for each other....till they meet in the World beyond....this earthy Dimensions...In Eternies Mutual Embrace shall they £ive.....

तुम्ही देखो ना ये क्या हो गया

तुम्ही देखो ना ये क्या हो गया

तुम्हारा हूँ मैं और तुम मेरी

मैं हैरान हूँ तुम्हें क्या कहूं

के दिन में हुई कैसी चाँदनी

जागी जागी सी है फिर भी ख़्वाबों में है

खोयी खोयी जिन्दगी

तुम्ही देखो ना ये क्या हो गया

तुम्हारा हूँ मैं और तुम मेरी

बहके बहके से मॅन

महके महके से तन

उजली उजली फ़िज़ाओं में है

आज हम है जहाँ

कितनी रंगीनियाँ

छलकी छलकी निगाहों में है

नीली नीली घटाओं से है छन रही

हलकी हलकी रौशनी

तुम्ही देखो ना ये क्या हो गया

तुम्हारा हूँ मैं और तुम मेरी

मैं हैरान हूँ तुम्हें क्या कहूं

के दिन में हुई कैसी चाँदनी

मैं तो अनजान थी यूं भी होगा कभी

प्यार बरसेगा यूं टूट के

सच ये इकरार है सच यही प्यार है

बाकी बन्धन है सब झूठ के

मेरी साँसों में है घुल रही प्यार की

धीमी धीमी रागिनी

तुम्हीं देखो ना ये क्या हो गया

तुम्हारा हूँ मैं और तुम मेरी

मैं हैरान हूँ तुम्हें क्या कहूँ

के दिन में हुई कैसी चाँदनी

जागी जागी सी है फिर भी ख़्वाबों में है

खोयी खोयी जिन्दगी

तुम्ही देखो ना येह क्या हो गया

तुम्हारा हूँ मैं और तुम मेरी

येह दिन में हुई कैसी चाँदनी

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तेरी आँखों की नमकीन मस्तियाँ...

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तेरी आँखों की नमकीन मस्तियाँ 

तेरी हंसी की बेपरवा गुस्ताखियाँ 

तेरी जुल्फों की लहराती अंगडाइयां 

नहीं भूलूंगा मैं ।

जब तक है जान, जब तक है जान ।।

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तेरा हाथ से हाथ छोड़ना

तेरा सायों का रुख मोड़ना 

तेरा पलट के फिर न देखना 

नहीं माफ़ करूंगा मैं ।

जब तक है जान, जब तक है जान ।।

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बारिशों में बेधड़क तेरे नाचने से

बात-बात पर तेरे बेवजह रूठने से 

छोटी-छोटी तेरी बच्कानियों से 

मोहब्बत करूंगा मैं ।

जब तक है जान, जब तक है जान ।।

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तेरे झूठे कसमों-वादों से

तेरे जलते-सुलगते ख्वाबों से

तेरी बेरहम दुआओं से

नफ़रत करूँगा मैं ।

जब तक है जान, जब तक है जान ।।

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When your heart jumps, your hands shake, you stutter, and never know what to say. When you look into his eyes, and know it will be ok. Saying I love you, just brings the hurt and pain away...
♪~●~♥~●~♥~●~♪
When I think of you, my heart soars, my soul cries, and I can't help but smile. When I see you, I can't breathe, my heart stops and I tremble. When I look into your eyes, I am lost and never, ever want to be found


Saturday, 19 July 2014

ज़ुबान पर ज़ायका आता था जो सफ़हे पलटने का ~●~गुलज़ार~●~

ज़ुबान पर ज़ाएका आता था जो सफ़हे पलटने का
अब उँगली ‘क्लिक’ करने से बस इक
झपकी गुज़रती है
बहुत कुछ तह-ब-तह खुलता चला जाता है परदे पर
किताबों से जो जाती राब्ता था, कट गया है
कभी सीने पे रख के लेट जाते

Saturday, 12 July 2014

✿ Rumi ✿

If wheat sprouts out of my grave,
the bread you make of it will get you drunk.

The baker and the dough will go insane,
and the oven will recite intoxicating verses.

If you come to visit my grave,
My tomb will appear to dance.

Dear! Don’t come without a tambourine,
for the sad can’t join in God’s celebration.

Though deep in the grave, the chin closed tight,
this mouth still chews the beloved’s opium and sugarplum.

If you tear a piece off that shroud and fasten it round your chest,
a tavern will open up from your soul.

From every direction comes the sound of the harp,
and hue and cry from the drunk.

Every action will perforce give rise to another one.
God has created me from love’s wine;
even if death takes me, I am the same love.

I am intoxication; my origin is the wine of love.
Tell me: what comes from wine except intoxication?

Toward the lofty soul of Shams of Tabriz
my soul is flying, lingering not even a single moment.

✿ Rumi If wheat sprouts out of my grave,
the bread you make of it will get you drunk.

The baker and the dough will go insane,
and the oven will recite intoxicating verses.

If you come to visit my grave,
My tomb will appear to dance.

Dear! Don’t come without a tambourine,
for the sad can’t join in God’s celebration.

Though deep in the grave, the chin closed tight,
this mouth still chews the beloved’s opium and sugarplum.

If you tear a piece off that shroud and fasten it round your chest,
a tavern will open up from your soul.

From every direction comes the sound of the harp,
and hue and cry from the drunk.

Every action will perforce give rise to another one.
God has created me from love’s wine;
even if death takes me, I am the same love.

I am intoxication; my origin is the wine of love.
Tell me: what comes from wine except intoxication?

Toward the lofty soul of Shams of Tabriz
my soul is flying, lingering not even a single moment.

✿ Rumi ✿

Tears....By ♥Osho♥


Osho
Tears

If you really want to laugh, you will have learn how to weep.
If you cant weep, you are not capable of laughter.
There are millions of people whose teras have dried
Their eyes have lost luster, depth and water
Becasue they cant weep ; tears cant flow naturally .
If tears are crippled , laughter will also be crippled.

Never be afraid of tears.
The so-called civilization has made you very afraid of tears.
It has created a kind of guilt in you.
When tears comes, you start feeling embarrased.
You start feeling it looks so feminine and childish .
You stop those tears—and you kill something which was growing in you.

Tears are far more beautiful than anything that you have with you,
because tears come from the overflow of your being.
Ane tears are not necessarily of sadness
sometimes they come out of great joy , peace, love and ecstasy.
In fact, they have nothing to do with sadness or happiness.
Anything that takes possession of you,
Anything that sirs your heart too much,
Anything that is too much to contain, and it starts overflowing
–that brings tears.

~Osho




Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Hafiz


I Follow Barefoot

I long for You so much
I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks

That are high in the mountains

That I know are years old.

I long for You so much
I have even begun to travel
Where I have never been before.

Hafiz, there is no one in this world
Who is not looking for Beloved.

Everyone is trudging along
With as much dignity, courage
And style

As they possibly
Can.
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How Do I Listen?

How
Do I
Listen to others?

As if everyone were my Beloved
Speaking to me

His
Cherished
Last
Words
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I am full of love tonight
Come look into my eyes, and let’s go off
Sailing, my dear, on a long ocean ride.

This world will not touch you,
I will keep you snug upon my seat.

Let’s plot
To make the moon jealous
With a radiance leaping from your cheek.

I will be full of love tonight,
Come look into these ancient eyes!

And let’s go off sailing, my dear,
With our spirits intertwined.

Your body is just an old sandbar
In a speeding hourglass of time.

Love will turn the mouth of sorrow
Right side up.

Let your heart commence its destined
Laughing chime!

Hafiz will be brimful of love tonight,
Why ever be shy?

Come look into the playful eyes of my verse,
They are eternally branded,

Branded with
The Sun!

~ Hafiz ~

♪…Voyage of £ife....♪

I have made You the polar star of my existence;

never again can I lose my way

in the voyage of life.
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Let my love, like sunlight,

surround you

and

yet give you illumined freedom.
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If you would have it so,
I will end my singing.

If it sets your heart aflutter,
I will take away my eyes from your face.

If it suddenly startles you in your walk,
I will step aside and take another path.

If it confuses you in your flower-weaving,
I will shun your lonely garden.

If it makes the water wanton and wild,
I will not row my boat by your bank

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My song will be like a pair of wings

to your dreams,

it will transport your heart to the verge

of the unknown
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The World has kissed my Soul with its Pain,

asking for its return in Songs.
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I am restless.
I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch
the skirt of the dim distance.

O Great Beyond,

O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly,
that I am bound in this spot evermore.

I am eager and wakeful,
I am a stranger in a strange land.

Thy breath comes to me
whispering an impossible hope.

Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!

I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way,
that I have not the winged horse.

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours,
what vast vision of thine
takes shape in the blue of the sky!

O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget,
that the gates are shut everywhere
in the house where I dwell alone!
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~ Rabindranath Tagore ~

Don't go far off...

Don’t go far off,
not even for a day, because –

because — I don’t know how to say it:
a day is long
and I will be waiting for you,
as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off
somewhere else, asleep.

Don’t leave me,
even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette
never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids
never flutter into the empty distance.

Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander madly over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back ?
Will you leave me here, dying ?

~ Pablo Neruda ~