Like wars, it is easy to start writing but not to stop it. Pen at times becomes a dictator it writes whatever comes to it and after completion, you wonder that "what I have written, am I really a writer of this masterpiece.? ".
willingness, to be killed by love and facing the world with bloody eyes. For one to open up for love< courage to surrender in the middle of the battlefield when you think you can succeed in just one blow but give up at that moment. One is ready to love. Congratulations! And welcome to the world of Sufi and Sufism.
Love is the name of surrender and accepting anything from beloved. This is the only path where no guide can guide you. If you are willing to love, it can unveil its charms and secrets to you.
People living in love oriented lives are the people who know how to live fully and how to accept even death without regrets.
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her:Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and bound her.Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her;Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her...
Our destiny follows our decisions if we are ready to take it on time. Time is precious it is what we have in our this experience we call, life. Don't wait to decide and then start living.
Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame.
THE key, which opens the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god of love has oft recourse, When arrows fail to reach the secret source, And I’ll maintain he’s right, for, ‘mong mankind, Nice presents ev’ry where we pleasing find; Kings, princes, potentates, receive the same, And when a lady thinks she’s not to blame, To do what custom tolerates around; When Venus’ acts are only Themis’ found, I’ll nothing ‘gainst her say; more faults than one, Besides the present, have their course begun. A MANTUAN judge espoused a beauteous fair: Her name was Argia:–Anselm was her care, An aged dotard, trembling with alarms, While she was young, and blessed with seraph charms. But, not content with such a pleasing prize, His jealousy appeared without disguise, Which greater admiration round her drew, Who doubtless merited, in ev’ry view, Attention from the first in rank or place So elegant her form, so…
NO easy matter ’tis to hold, Against its owner’s will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid’s irritating dart, Eager awaits some Jason bold To grant release. E’en dragon huge, or flaming steer, When Jason’s loved will cause no fear. Duennas, grating, bolt and lock, All obstacles can naught avail; Constraint is but a stumbling block; For youthful ardour must prevail. Girls are precocious nowadays, Look at the men with ardent gaze, And longings’ an infinity; Trim misses but just in their teens By day and night devise the means To dull with subtlety to sleep The Argus vainly set to keep In safety their virginity. Sighs, smiles, false tears, they’ll fain employ An artless lover to decoy. I’ll say no more, but leave to you, Friend reader, to pronounce if true What I’ve asserted when you have heard How artful Kitty, caged her bird. IN a small town in Italy, The name of which I do…
The tender charm of poetry and love.
What the soul of an old age say, see and experience?
What is pity and how it is needed over disappointed love?
Eternal and evergreen Answers of the questions