Simply meaning of life ..!!

It's in the courage that pushes you to capture each day
When from the unconsciousness of the night to morning you awake
It's in the thought that causes you to smile
Even when trekking the hard and unbearable mile
lt's in the laughter that sticks out on your face
When all around you spell shame and disgrace
lt's in the knowledge that gives you hope
When all your efforts receive a big no
It's in the endurance that tells you there is gain
Hidden beneath that dreadful heap of pain
It's in the conviction that there will be a good tomorrow
Even in the midst of today's uncertainties, troubles and sorrows
It's behind the repulsion you feel at each first mention of death
Even when everything about you seem to no longer exist on earth
It's in how you do what you do When you do them and why them you always do 

Candled light, Candled night

When bodies naked in the night
entwine beneath the candled light
love flows gently as kisses bite
and touches light, explore delight.
Desire and sweat, love’s perfumes spring
to fuel the fire of lust to speed
and rhythms sway as mattress sings, 
while sounds emanate from deep to plead.
And those legs spread so far apart
grab and strangle, beseeching more.
For you care not the world’s a part
what awakes you, makes your world soar.
For love that’s true through candled night
is also true throughout day’s light. 

Duality of the universe

Have you ever wondered why all things have their opposite? 
In philosophical terminology and language
It is called the duality of the universe
Whatever exists in the universe must have opposite
There is heaven and there is hell
There is angel and there is devil
There is light and there is darkness
There is good and there is evil
There is day and there is night
There is rich and there is poor
There is fat and there is thin
There is male and there is female
There is black and there is white
There is tall and there is short
There is beautiful and there is ugly
There is dry and there is wet
There is abundance and there is scarcity
There is wealth and there is poverty
There is young and there is old
There is sunrise and there is sunset
There is good health and there is sickness
There is wisdom and there is foolishness
There is domestic and there is global
There is sluggish and there is energetic
There is monogamy and there is polygamy
There are friends and there are enemies
There are dreamers and there are realists
There are home affairs and there are foreign issues
There are leaders and there are followers
At last, there is birth and there is death 

Do you know who you are ?

At the entrance of most ancient esoteric mystery schools
Were these inscriptions – Man Know Thyself
The question here is - Do you know who you are? 
Have you ever asked yourself – Who am I? 
We all know that you are a two-legged creature
Creatures looking like you are called human beings
Do you know who you really are? 
Everybody around probably knows your full name
You too know all your given names and nicknames
We all know that human beings are more than names
Do you know who you really are? 
Do you know your own likes and dislikes? 
Do you know what you like doing in your spare-time? 
Apart from your profession, what else do you do? 
Do you know your strengths and abilities? 
Do you know your weaknesses and faults? 
Do you know your potentials as a human being? 
Do you know you were born with some natural talents? 
Everybody knows their own sign of the zodiac
The question here is – are human limitations
Decided and controlled by their sign of the zodiac? 
All things been equal, there are good and bad people
In every zodiac sign, while there are rich and poor 
People also in every astrological sign
To attribute your weaknesses and failures to astrology
Is a sure evidence of fallacy and self-delusion 
Do you know who you really are? 
Look at yourself in the mirror, 
Let today be the start of your self-analysis
Your journey to self-discovery has began

Foggy

Foggy mist, misty fog
Marvellous manifestation
Of magnificent nature! 
Weary winter
Heralds
The splendorous spring! 
The fog
Strong enough to blind
Quite weak to stand
The stare of raising Sun! 
The fog in life, problems in life
Strong enough to blind
Cannot stand
The stare of sparkling mind! 
Fog deprives 
Physical vision 
Foggy mind 
denies Mental mission!
Foggy mirrors
never laughs when i cry
never shows even the tears
....
Shooo .. Just listen

Longing for tears

Sometimes they seem to be the only thing that is real, 
Whipping them does indicate their continuity, 
As they gently fall from the mountains separated by two holes.
Tears, they complete me - make me feel whole, 
The symbol of my existance, the realisation of my emotions.
Sometimes the brain and the body disconnect, acting antagonistically
But the brain manufactures all kinds of thoughts, thoughts to begin, thoughts to end.
Tears, they suddenly connect the body and the brain as emotions sets in; 
When a dropp falls, it is accompanied by thousand thoughts, meanwhile generating more drops.
the emotionless of a statue seems more attractive, bears no pain.
Maybe being a statue is plausible but is it valuable? - an individual is said to be of value, is that enough? .
The wetness of the face seems more of value than the connection of the soul.
If that drops .. humans calls it tears, 
Life's companion, tears - they may be of joy or of sorrow.
Still they remind me of my humanness.

Unknown Story

With tears in my eyes, I entered this world, 
So harmless, so feeble, I could barely utter any name.
Support I needed all the time, everywhere
Oblivious of the mortal game.
I was like a gift to blessed people, 
Beside my face they lit a flame, 
My glittering eyes captured many hearts, 
And they could find nobody to blame.
Riding on wings of time, I found youth, 
There was lot to win and lot to claim.
For the first time I tasted beauty, 
And my world was never again the same.
Drowning in tears many letters were exchanged, 
To the love of my life, my beloved dame.
We promised to spend eternity together, 
And vowed to fulfill the common aim.
Life flowed like a river and soon I was old, 
I have but memories of lost glories and fame.
With each passing moment I shall lose all my senses, 
But till my last breath, I'll chant your ....
i even didn't know your real name.! 

End of story

With this Chinese litters i'd like to start the end
珍惜眼前人！
深夜，寺里一人一佛，佛坐人站。 
人：圣明的佛，我是一个已婚之人，我现在狂热地爱上了另一个男人，我一天不见他都很难受！我真的不知道该怎幺办。 
佛：你能确定你现在爱上的这个男人就是你生命里唯一的最后一个男人吗？ 
人：是的。 我有很多年没有动心了！遇上的这一刻，我不想错过！
佛：你离婚，然后嫁他。 
人：可是我现在的爱人勤奋，善良，有责任，我这样做是否有一点残忍，有一点不道德。 
佛：在婚姻中没有爱才是残忍和不道德的，你现在爱上了别人已不爱他了，你这样做是正确的。 
人：可是我爱人很爱我，真的很爱我。 
.. 
Do you really think, that i was even know .. A married woman i picked 
it is not to be controlled my actions
it is not to be captured
it has it's own laws
that we do not know
but when a man or a woman comes along and he or she not the right one
he or she is just another part,
to the road of your love,
he who is 'the one' forgive my effrontery
is in many ways he just like you, love you and sure he care about you
Yes, i have the courage to know that i was waiting for nothing, 
but my feelings wasn't nothing, dear my killer read this carefully for maybe it will be my last letters

A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective
A husband should be 
Loving and romantic
A husband should be 
Patient and understanding
A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know 
When to fight and when to cry
A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses
A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his
Keep her always in the center of your eye. 

Talk

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. 
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. 
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. 
There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone. 
The silence of lonesomeness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. 
And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand. 
And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words. 
In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. 
When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue. 
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear; 
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered 
When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

Our inner peace

The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought. 

At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, "Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my patience nd can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him." 
Quietly a young man entered. His head was wrapped in bandage soaked with escaping life. 

He approached he with a greeting of tears and laughter, then took her hand and placed against it his flaming lips. And with a voice with bespoke past sorrow, and joy of union, and uncertainty of her reaction, he said, "Fear me not, for I am the object of your plea. Be glad, for Peace has carried me back safely to you, and humanity has restored what greed essayed to take from us. Be not sad, but smile, my beloved. Do not express bewilderment, for Love has power that dispels Death; charm that conquers the enemy. I am your one. Think me not a specter emerging from the House of Death to visit your Home of Beauty. 

"Do not be frightened, for I am now Truth, spared from swords and fire to reveal to the people the triumph of Love over War. I am Word uttering introduction to the play of happiness and peace." 
Then the young man became speechless and his tears spoke the language of the heart; and the angels of Joy hovered about that dwelling, and the two hearts restored the singleness which had been taken from them. 
At dawn the two stood in the middle of the field contemplating the beauty of Nature injured by the tempest. After a deep and comforting silence, the soldier said to his sweetheart, " Yes my beloved i believe in miracles, Look at the Darkness, giving birth to the Sun.

Good evening .. it wasn't goodbye. 

Pray with me

You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance. 
For what is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether? 
And if it is for your comfort to pour your darkness into space, it is also for your delight to pour forth the dawning of your heart. 
And if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing. 
When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour, and whom save in prayer you may not meet. 
Therefore let your visit to that temple invisible be for naught but ecstasy and sweet communion. 
For if you should enter the temple for no other purpose than asking you shall not receive. 
And if you should enter into it to humble yourself you shall not be lifted: 
Or even if you should enter into it to beg for the good of others you shall not be heard. 
It is enough that you enter the temple invisible. 
I cannot teach you how to pray in words. 
God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips. 
And I cannot teach you the prayer of the seas and the forests and the mountains. 
But you who are born of the mountains and the forests and the seas can find their prayer in your heart, 
And if you but listen in the stillness of the night you shall hear them saying in silence,
Shooo, Listen ..

But what of our Laws

You delight in laying down laws, 
Yet you delight more in breaking them. 
Like children playing by the ocean who build sand-towers with constancy and then destroy them with laughter. 
But while you build your sand-towers the ocean brings more sand to the shore, 
And when you destroy them, the ocean laughs with you. 
Verily the ocean laughs always with the innocent. 
But what of those to whom life is not an ocean, and man-made laws are not sand-towers, 
But to whom life is a rock, and the law a chisel with which they would carve it in their own likeness? 
What of the cripple who hates dancers? ? 
What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and calls all others naked and shameless? 
And of him who comes early to the wedding-feast, and when over-fed and tired goes his way saying that all feasts are violation and all festers law-breakers? 
What shall I say of these save that they too stand in the sunlight, but with their backs to the sun? 
They see only their shadows, and their shadows are their laws. 
And what is the sun to them but a caster of shadows? 
And what is it to acknowledge the laws but to stoop down and trace their shadows upon the earth? 
But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you? 
You who travel with the wind, what weathervane shall direct your course? 
What man's law shall bind you if you break your yoke but upon no man's prison door? 
What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble against no man's iron chains? 
And who is he that shall bring you to judgment if you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man's path? 
people of Charlotte, you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing? 

Good morning Swety .. Have you !!

Let me show you the real pleasure

Pleasure is a freedom song. 
But it is not freedom. 
It is the blossoming of your desires, 
But it is not their fruit. 
It is a depth calling unto a height, 
But it is not the deep nor the high. 
It is the caged taking wing, 
But it is not space encompassed. 
Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song. 
And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing. 
Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and rebuked. 
I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek. 
For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone: 
two are my daughters, Shall i say three... and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure. 
Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found  ... a treasure.!! 
And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness. 
But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement. 
They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer. 
Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted. 
And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to remember; 
And in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it. 
But even in their foregoing is their pleasure. 
And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands. 
But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit? 
Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars? 
And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind? 
Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff? 
Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being. 
Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow? 
Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived. 
And your body is the harp of your soul, 
And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds. 
And now you ask in your heart, "How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?" 
Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower, 
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee. 
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life, 
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love, 
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy. 
People of Charlotte, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.

Shooo .. Just listen ..

Together, Forever

If we can fight together, we must strive together 
If we can play together, we must pray together 
If we can plan together, we must stand together 
If we can cry together, we must try together 
The future of man is built on a plan 
Of working together whenever, wherever, however we can 
So "if" must stand so tall 
And "must" alone, cannot fall 
For together, forever we bring the best, the good of it all

About Death

You would know the secret of death. 
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? 
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. 
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. 
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. 
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; 
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. 
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. 
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor. 
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? 
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? 
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? 
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? 
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. 
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. 
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance. 

About religions

Is not religion all deeds and all reflection, 
And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom? 
Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations? 
Who can spread his hours before him, saying, 'This for God and this for myself; This for my soul, and this other for my body?' 
All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self. 
He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. 
The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin. 
And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage. 
The freest song comes not through bars and wires. 
And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open but also to shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn. 
Your daily life is your temple and your religion. 
Whenever you enter into it take with you your all. 
Take the plough and the forge and the mallet and the lute, 
The things you have fashioned in necessity or for delight. 
For in revery you cannot rise above your achievements nor fall lower than your failures. 
And take with you all men: 
For in adoration you cannot fly higher than their hopes nor humble yourself lower than their despair. 
And if you would know God be not therefore a solver of riddles. 
Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children. 
And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain. 
You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.

Giving and Taking

Once there lived a man who had a valley-full of needles. And oneday the mother came to him and said: 'my deargarment is torn and I must needs mend it before he goeth to thetemple. Wouldst thou not give me a needle?'And he gave her not a needle, but he gave her a learned discourseon Giving and Taking to carry to her daughter before he should go tothe temple.

:You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow? And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the over prudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city? And what is fear of need but need itself? Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, thirst that is unquenchable? There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome. And there are those who have little and give it all. These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty. There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism. And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space. Though the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth. It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding; And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving And is there aught you would withhold? All you have shall some day be given; Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors'. You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you. And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. And what desert greater shall there be than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving? And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. For in truth it is life that gives unto life - while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness. And you receivers - and you are all receivers - assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives. Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings.

I Do. aren't you !!

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. 
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. 
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. 
But let there be spaces in your togetherness, 
And let the winds of the heaven 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. 
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. 

深情的丈夫 .. About Love.. but first ..empty your cup

When love beckons to you follow him, 
Though his ways are hard and steep. 
And when his wings enfold you yield to him, 
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. 
And when he speaks to you believe in him, 
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. 
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. 
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, 
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. 
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. 
He threshes you to make you naked. 
He sifts you to free you from your husks. 
He grinds you to whiteness. 
He kneads you until you are pliant; 
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. 
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. 
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, 
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, 
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. 
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. 
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; 
For love is sufficient unto love. 
When you love you should not say, 'God is in my heart,' but rather, I am in the heart of God.' 
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. 
Love has no other desire but to fulfil 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.

My Love .. We Changed "Arabic Poem"

تغير كل ما فينا..تغيرنا

تغير لون بشرتنا ...

تساقط زهر روضتنا

تهاوى سحر ماضينا

تغير كل ما فينا...تغيرنا

زمان كان يسعدنا ...نراه الآن يشقينا

وحب عاش في دمنا ...تسرب بين أيدينا

وشوق كان يحملنا ...فتسكرت أمانينا

ولحن كان يبعثنا ...إذا ماتت أغانينا تغيرنا

تغيرنا ....تغير كل ما فينا

وأعجب من حكايتنا ...تكسر نبضها فينا

كهوف الصمت تجمعنا ...دروب الخوف تلقينا

وصرتِ حبيبتي طيفا لشيئ كان في صدري

قضينا العمر يفرحنا ....وعشنا العمر يبكينا

غدونا بعده موتى ..فمن يا قلب يحيينا ؟