Sunday, February 19, 2012

Mahsa & Marjan Vahdat !!!




Wishing all the best and lots of luck to my friends Mahsa & Marjan Vahdat for their live performance tomorrow at Mehrangarh Fort,Jodhpur. http://www.worldsufispiritfestival.org/

You represent Sufism and you are a true Sufi. Proud of you sisters !

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

I know you are calling me....



I know you are calling me closer
to hear what are you saying,
To open my ears
to hear as I pray,
In the still of the night,
I hear it so softly,
A small voice,
A whisper,
and maybe His Calling.

When I walk along
the pathway called life,
I can't help but see
how close you're to me...
I know you're not far,
as many may say,
but ever close
to hear when I pray....

I know you are calling me closer
to hear what are you saying,
to open my ears
to hear as I pray,
in the still of the night
I hear it so softly,
A small voice,
a whisper,
and maybe His Calling.

I'm available
to answer your call,
and I promise you
I'll give you my all,

whatever the cost,
whatever the course,
there's no looking back,
nor any remorse.

I know you are calling me closer
to hear what are you saying,
to open my ears
to hear as I pray,
In the still of the night,
I hear it so softly,
A small voice,
a whisper,
and maybe God's Calling..

I hear it so softly,
A small voice,
a whisper,
I am coming ...
I am coming ...

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

It will never be remodeled...



Maybe its true what i read somewhere, " all of us being cracked open." Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or change their priorities, or they need someone more exciting and we lose and fail and get hurt. Relationships take up energy; letting go of them, psychiatrists theorize, entails mental work. When we lose someone we were close to, we have to reassess our picture of the world and our place in it. The more our identity was wrapped up with the deceased, the more difficult the loss, we no longer believe in the idea of souls mates, love at first sight, being part of each other and the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade, but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out. But i need to start believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Sacred soul....



" Love that we can not have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest "

This goes to my beautiful and loving friend ...Anandjot !! You are among one of those sacred souls who chose to live with your love..

You are a true reflection of love, affection and loyalty. I am proud to have someone like you in my life who still reminds me that love always prevails. I wish you all the best of this world and may god bless you with all the finest things.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

My way in the voyage of life..




Never again can I lose my way in the
voyage of life..

I have made You the polar star of my
existence; never again can I lose my way in the
voyage of life.

Wherever I go, You are always there to
shower your benefience all around me. Your face
is ever present before my mind's eyes.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together. Your lullaby
makes me sleep.

Whenever I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness
of time.

Whenever my heart is about to go astray, just
a glance of You makes it feel ashamed of itself.

If I lose sight of You even for a moment, I
almost lose my mind.

....You are my polar star !!
Never again can I lose my way in the
voyage of life..