Sunday, December 5, 2010

rememberance of HIS!!











fill ur heart with the  Rememberance of HIS.....the real longing have u ever felt,when in the presence of all luxuries,still there is left a burning fire, like a coal that neither recieve calmness from the constant burning nor gets burned completely in the volcanoe of fire.....


be like a piece of coal that neither changes its colour nomatter what the condition is nor it speaks out loud its pain,,but in its burning get the incarnation into a real diamond...


dnt be afraid,dnt be hesitant,HIS love is all that can fill ur vessel uptoo its brim,,and care not even if it spills out,,as more u drink this ocean more ull crave for oceans of oceans........


this life ,have u ever thought ,of how many moments?? and have u ever given it a belief that how many other lives may be v have spent in this universE,,or may be we are not the one,,one of our soul must be wAndering in other universe....may be this moon is not what it looks like,may be stars are not the stars but only our perception,or may b we are dreaming and the reality is yet far ahead....


like my words,,that wander from one line to other,,jump like an ntrained horse from one trace of my thought to another,likewise may be this world is changing for no reason,,or may be our minds are not the real minds but the reflection of heart...or may be this blood is not red,its blue or may be white,but we have named it red because it was called red...


insanity is not un-avoidable like this breath,vision,hearing,voice...its amongst our real instincts....
its deep inside us somewhere,when our souls were created,to get insane in HIS love,and there is no remedy,infact there is no need to have remedy for this sort of insanity,coz it is the real thing, for which we human for decades and centuries strived...it was the actual jewel fo which we dig big mountains,and climbed high on skies, and wrote words with ink of oceans,but still stayed un-quenched...


i feel if i cut my heart and keep on cutting it in pieces ,millions of pieces,,deerooting the loves of  idols, that have made my heart 'black',,may be than at the last i wud be able to see the real colour of ''red'',,wud be able to smell the real scent of 'blood'',,wud than may be find my real ''origion''......

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