Posted in Life, Prose, Ramblings, Random, Writing, tagged Blind, Broken, Call, Conveyance, Crippled, Cry, Darkness, Dazed, Deaf, Disappear, Essence, Everywhere, Fade, Feel, Grasp, Groping, Hand, Heart, Life, Linger, Lost, Meaning, Mind, Music, Never, Power, Read, Scattered, Shattered, Sight, soul, Staggering, Stumbling, Sword, Thought, Trembled, Understand, Voice, Weaving, Wind, words, World, Write, Writing on May 28, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Photograph by pl9300
…and if I could not read or write I would be crippled
the soul of words…
if this sight could not recognize the little shapes I saw before me…
if this heart could not feel their essence as I felt the world around me…
if this mind could not understand their meaning, grasp it’s power…
if this hand trembled at [...]
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Posted in Books, Ramblings, Random, Writing, tagged Abandonely, Beauty, Books, Complexity, Eyes, Felt, Life, Lifetime, Mind, Moment, Passages, Read, Simplicity, Unveiled, Value, Wisdom, words, Writing on May 18, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Photograph by ryan loucks photography
Sometimes I write down passages from the books I read for the sheer beauty in which the words are written. Sometimes they are a mere three words and sometimes whole pages.
Sometimes it is the simplicity of the words that carry the complexity of a lifetime. And sometimes it is the complexity of [...]
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Posted in Life, Ramblings, Random, Writing, tagged Heart, time, Thought, Mind, Burden, Moment, Body, Writing, Lips, Tired, Vitals, Survival, Lungs, Sound, Nuisance, Utterance, Meaning on May 13, 2008 | 5 Comments »
Photograph by Ana Santos
There are times when a body is so tired that even the mind feels its burden. The vitals that ought to function do so only as to assure that the basest form of survival is met. That the heart beats and the lungs take and give what they ought. There is no [...]
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Posted in Life, Photography, Ramblings, tagged Birthday, Breathing, Decades, Dreaming, Era, Eyes, Heart, Insha Allah, Life, Mind, Perspective, Real, Sight, Sleepgin, soul, time, Twenty-two, Waking, window, Wishing on February 27, 2008 | 9 Comments »
Photograph by Perlette
Twenty-two years of life today and I wonder how have I reached this point. This point in which two decades have gone by, two decades of life, of breathing, of waking and sleeping, of wishing and dreaming, of joys and sorrows – two decades. It hardly seems real that such a long expanse [...]
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Posted in Fiction, Life, Prose, Ramblings, Random, tagged nameless, Life, soul, Prose, Mind, Pen, Midnight, Faces, Dark, Return, Ponder, reality, Real, Intention, words, Flow, Random, Rambling, Soothing, Writing, Fiction, Scenes, Images, Tales, Imagination, Stroke, Element, Cycle, Stories, Awake, Conjured, Related, Restless, Face, Strangers, Passing, Expression, Blank, Animated, Narrating, Drawing, Impulse, Impulsively, Chain, Guess, Shape, Pictures, Gaze, Waves, Gentle, Tides, Smothering, Deeper, Drown, Vivid, Knight, Cast Away, Borders, Unhinged, Unwanted, Wanted on February 15, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Photograph by *gocha*
There are scenes, images, tales that play themselves out in my mind. Unrelenting, heedless, sweeping in their pursuit to flow from the confines of the imagination to the scribbling stroke of the pen, to be laid out and manifested in words adding yet another element of life to its cycle. Where do they come [...]
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Posted in Culture, Life, Photography, Politics, Quotations, Quotes, Society, tagged Externals, Flicky, Henrik Ibsen, Human, Human Mind, Mind, People, Photography, Politics, Quotations, quote, Revolution, Revolutions, Special, Tinkering, Writer on January 21, 2008 | 7 Comments »
Photograph by roC_ha
“People want only special revolutions,
in externals, in politics, and so on.
But that’s just tinkering. What really
is called for is a revolution of the
human mind…”
- Henrik Ibsen
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Posted in Life, Photography, Ramblings, Society, tagged Acknowledge, Blind, Blinding, Cause, Cold, Demons, desires, Desperations, Detached, Emotions, Fears, flickr, Heart, Intent, Intention, Judge, Judgement, Life, Mankind, Mind, Photography, Probe, Purpose, Realities, Senseless, Society, Thoughts, Understand, World on January 2, 2008 | 11 Comments »
Photograph by waqar bukhari
We, not one of us know another’s intention and yet we judge. How we judge! What is in another’s heart and mind, the workings of their thoughts - how do we know such thing? We don’t. Many times we don’t know our own heart and mind and not knowing our own we [...]
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Posted in Photography, Poetry, tagged bitter, bittersweet, bud, burned, chances, desires, dreams, everygreen, explore, fantasies, fester, forgotten, guilt, Heart, lingering, Love, memory, Mind, pain, passion, private, reality, regret, reminiscence, scorch, self doubt, sigh, smile, spark, tear, temptation, time, unspoiled, wasted, wither, wound, years, youthful on December 19, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Photograph by marirs
What happens to a love that you’re unable to explore, that first spark, that, which starts with temptation?
Does it wither away?
Scorched, burned, a wound that’s best left untended? A pain that’s best left forgotten?
Does it remain an unextinguished temptation?
Inappropriate desires, fantasies, reality gone unchecked? Passion fulfilled in dreams?
Perhaps it becomes a self-doubting, lingering [...]
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Posted in Ramblings, Random, tagged 21, Age, Asleep, Bloom, Books, Celebrate, Cestrum Nocturnm, Classes, Creative, Dark, Day, Existence, Faces, Finals, Flower, Fragrance, Friends, Home, Ideas, Jasmine, Lady, Lazy, Midnight, Mind, Names, Night Urdu, Pen, Poetry, Princess, Prose, Queen, Raat, Rani, Ranii, Return, Senile, sleep, soul, Sundown, Thought, Translate on December 12, 2007 | 4 Comments »
Photograph by Denise F
Well, for those who may not know what Raat ki ranii (normally spelled with just one “i” 
means, it literally translates to “Queen [Lady, Princess] of the night” in Urdu. Raat ki ranii refers to a flower, the Cestrum Nocturnum, a type of jasmine, which blooms at night emitting an intoxicating fragrance.
Creatively [...]
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"A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings" by Coleman Barks
"O wave! Plunge headlong into the dark seas,
And change thyself with many a twist and turn;
Thou wast not born for tile solace of the shore;
Arise, untamed, and find a path for thyself."
- Allama Muhammad Iqbal
