Mortal

In  flood of  thoughts

I try to swim, 

sinks my nostrils

and emotions run to the brim…

Like a web woven with fine threads

knotted is the mind

in vivid imagination

castles are  built

the biggest of them

collapses

 without prior intimation

like a deck of cards fall

while staging like a palace

so appear the dreams

temporary and mortal.

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Dear Friends,

"The meaning of life for a mystic, is solely a journey from love to love. The condition of the soul before the journey is a condition of love; what is expected during the journey is love; and when the soul returns after the journey, it returns to love."

 - Hidayat Inayat Khan

The above statement is rather befitting to introduce the very reason 'Suroor of the Soul' - a metaphysical anthology was penned. It is of abundance, diversity and contrasts, manifesting a richness of voices and internal enthusiasm to commence dialogue and delve deep within the esoteric realm of self-realisation through mysticism in order to unveil and unite with the ultimate happiness - 'Truth. The illustrious anthology is meant to ignite a divine spark - resonating through our corporeal and celestial messages of Love, Harmony, Beauty and Truth - intricately woven with ever-growing spheres of tolerance and unity embracing Spiritual Liberty in a world where chaos and destruction continues to reign and often times fostering loathsome attitudes by mass society, hence, this book was written with a focus to gently alleviate pain and suffering in humanity by invoking a deep sense of spiritual awakening and participating in expanding a space for sharing our thoughts - encouraging the influence of love and by reflecting a diverse inner and outer dimension - to emphasize the necessity to expand, grow and evolve, thus, concentrating of consciousness of self - beyond all human definitions.

'Suroor of the Soul' (Intoxicated soul) is a book serving a multi-dimensional realm where humanness in being a human is a regal and recurring theme - and finally reaching to the Divine presence. It is in this very context that the mystic's role is to raise human love to the height of Divinity, hence, eliminating all boundaries to fathom that there is no difference between human love and Divine love, but, of course, the angle from which one is confronted is thereby the process at arriving at the ultimate happiness in both the outer and inner realms.

In humanity, we indirectly play a dual role; as spectators and participants in creating chaotic imbalance and harmony - a paradox, indeed. Absorbed in a world of variety and blinded by factuality, humanity often fails to grasp the inexpressible causes of intolerance, cruelty, fanaticism, ignorance and arrogance - in all this we are both the sufferer and the suffering; when we are cognizant of this paradoxical reality, then, it becomes a social, moral and spiritual duty to focus on cultivating love and harmony which can only result in a tendency toward spiritual awakening. 'Suroor of the Soul' is a seed and in the seed there is root, the stem, the branches, the leaves, the flower - the scent which tells the story of  'I' and 'You' - of our humanity in all its' conditions, of our individual quest to reach the soul's utter bliss and fragrance.

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Shaheen & Soumya

OPEN THE DOORS!

 

Open your arms for the sunshine...

The doors of destiny opening  slowly..

For a  shining and dazzling tomorrow

With no misery and sorrow...

With tears in my eyes ,

I welcome the new morn,

Which is hiding behind the closed door...

Closed door of my wall,

the dark walls of my heart,

let me break the locked one,

To be one with everyone..

spreading sunshine with open heart,

The world turns into an empyreal thought,

Which I can foresee and realize ,

By opening the shut doors of agony.....

PINNACLE

Stretching the hands far
to touch the zenith and the stars
is 
beyond the limit of  those minds
who lose patience and forget
perseverance pays in every form...


To climb such heights
without a fall,
is like saying
clouds without a rainfall!


For every step that takes you high
nearer to the blue sky
has the footprint
of a determined soul
who dares to go against the flow...


Efforts sincere and yearning
for the goal
living the dream
with zeal to grow
Aiming for the highest peak
humbler he becomes
while getting closer to the pinnacle!

STRINGS OF GUITAR

 

Strings of Guitar, play the song,life and death go along,
The chords of the high notes,make us feel the crest and trough,
lower notes give us  a feel of the solitude of within,
The music playing on the strings ,is the music of  nature and spring..         



 

 
I  suddenly strike a wrong chord, and the tune falls off the mark,
Like a fault in the life,when we don't get another strike,
But life moves on ...and pushes us ..though ..
We always remember the broken chord ....

Love notes when I play,they take me in another way,
To a place full of dreams and everything's fine as should have been,
I fly above the world so high, and  the world appears like an apple pie...
This music of happiness brings joy and relief in the sadness and in grief......

So strange it seems! that a guitar string,
can affect your life in every mean..or else it is the opposite way,
And it plays whatever is within and brings out the fray....
the touching sound  ....the melancholy chords or.. the jubilant notes....to watch..



Whatsoever the guitar plays,
even if my fingers move astray,
I know this well..that Iam a mere player in the field of life...
The actual music notes and chords are in the hands of the LORD.....

FREE SPIRITS

  

Free  spirits closer to the heart
are the moments of past
once a part of life
now as broken fragments 
in the abstract sky dark,
in form of myriad of stars
that shine
watching the gloomy weeping heart...

Trying to speak 
with the souls
who crave for their presence 
and are saddened by their depart!  

AN EPITOME

Like an epitome of love,
she graces the universe,
with her innocent
and divine love.
In the melody of
krishna's flute she is revered, the symbol of an ideal devoted lover.

JOURNEY OF FAITH

While walking on the road of life,
When we often stumble down in life,
A force that keeps us going ,
Is the Faith of ours in  every stride.               

Beyond the words,
Greater than the expressions,
Faith is the truth,
For every man's dismal and disbelief.

When the path becomes dark,
With our decisions taking us poles apart,
Faith is the only light,
That illuminates the road to a successful start..


It dwells there in every being ,
As life without faith will have no meaning,
Develop the faith in our heart,
And we can cross and bypass all the big wars..