Behold the living and the dead.
The false name of your mask never dies,
And your distant, weeping confession
Is a pain that belongs to you alone.
Even if the love of sorrow drifts far away,
A dream that cannot laugh remains your only freedom.
The axe that strikes after blind faith
Is a wound of yours that can never be washed away.
The beauty within your singing voice
Is a silent dignity you can never confess.
Behold! Look at that light of reflection.
Are you still walking all online, all alone?
His father’s brutality saw no limits
In skin burning days when Sun is blazing over head
He scolds and says “you’re the biggest failure of my life”
His father’s brutality saw no limits
In nights that are cold as the winter
He punished him for things he never did
His father’s brutality saw no limits
Made him believe he is the one in wrong
When it was father who stained the moon
That day, I saw myself twice in the mirror
and neither one resembled the other.
One was coming toward you, and the other was turning back.
The one who came was tired, colorless;
with fear and haste, she drew lipstick across her cracked lips
to keep her distance from that ghostly face of hers,
from the face of a lost spirit.
The one who returned was the corpse of that very lost soul.
I died in your embrace—
among a hundred people standing on the bridge,
above the storks in the river,
the very moment the kingfisher dove.
Just as you pulled me toward yourself,
into your arms, though only for a brief greeting,
the seconds vanished.
On the revolving wheel, the bridge and the street and the river were dancing,
and I was giving up my life.
A drop of lipstick-red blood fell onto the collar of your leather jacket.
I laughed…
The one who returned was not like the one who had gone.
Whoever were lucky enough to be the one who evokes in you the most sacred part of your being, the one whose purpose is the desire to explore your beautiful heart and take part in its beating, where in feeling that consanguineous desire he would emulate the loveliest expression upon seeing those eyes and, with resolve, make the most sublime decision in the measure of a love without restrictions, where verse will become prose and emulate that feeling, wrapping it in an emphatic nervousness that only with the magnetism of your love will free that heart from all evil, giving life to a new freedom of wanting, shared!!!!!
Lraularguellesm!!!!!
today i am thankful
for the losses of yesterday
for the anguish courtesy of the world
ruminating in circles until i reached the centre
it was an invitation to your doorstep
you opened the door as soon as i called your name
al-Mujeeb
a river of light invisible to the eye rushed towards me
wrapped in a cocoon of mercy
i am reborn
today i am thankful
for the call from home
asking if i am ready to return
The One Who Waits
He promises he will always be waiting,
And as he lives lifetimes with her, he waits,
For he knows it is the future she creates.
She promises her love for him is neverending.
In every life they always found each other.
In all lives, they pursued knowledge and truth,
They're always imprinted with power to sooth.
They often intuit the past, present, and future.
But in some lives, she was trapped in shadows
Of her karma; of negativity of other people.
He also kept promise to protect her from evil.
He always waits for her to outgrow sorrows.
In this life, she recalls a promise of her own:
To never take her own life; to learn and grow.
For the one who waits, she'll soon fully show
How he is the love her soul's always known.
I don’t care what you call him or her…
or for whatever your reasons why…
today I’m extremely grateful
for whoever it is that paints the sky.
The one who says I am dervish, I want to look at
His sound as I was running, I want to reach at
Heaven's bridge is thinner than hair, sharper than blade
Going there above it, houses I want to make
Under it there is hell, inside of it there is pure fire
Arriving there at that shadow, for a while I want to rest
As I said shadow do not blame me dear imam
May you be pleasant, for a while I want to toast
I burn as much as my sins then clean at the water of mercy
Wearing on two wings, for a while I want to soar
After that seeing houri, heaven I want to arrive
Houri and Gilman, one by one whom i want to give a hug
Dervish Jonah do not tell these words twisted
One called Mullah Kasim comes to you and questions
Written By Yunus Emre (Dervish Jonah)
Translation Onur Ünlü
I wait for the one who might return someday,
but this "might" deceives me a little more each day,
like a distant song slowly fading in the autumn dusk,
an echo of lost footsteps on the forgotten paths of time.
How long could patience last?
Now I feel that I’ve grown tired of feeding myself with these hollow promises,
like shadows dancing on the walls of an empty room,
where light only sneaks through the cracks of dreams.
If leaving was certain, why leave behind the illusion of staying?
A hope that neither shatters nor comes true,
like a frost flower on the cold window,
melting in the relentless sun of truth.
So yes, I still wait. Perhaps this waiting is nearing its end,
for I am only human, and even I must surrender someday,
like a leaf quietly falling into the river of forgetfulness,
where all the unspoken and lost desires of the heart flow.
I sink deep into the unhappiness of being the one who doesn't deceive you with sweet illusions,
I refuse to change who I am for anyone, even for the shadows that surround me.
I've detested how easily you allow yourself to be manipulated to accept everything you hear without question,
Have I not left a strong enough impression, or are you so easily deceived?
I've dug deep into the lies told, like hot tea that never cools,
I know myself, and that's what matters; it's a truth I carry within my soul.
I don't explain myself, because if you are the one meant for me, you would know me from my sigh and my gaze,
Was I wrong about you, or were you the one who was mistaken about me?
It's a dance between truth and illusions, a search for meaning in eyes that refuse to see,
I remain true to myself, navigating through the shadows of day and night, unwavering.
Love My God..
HE is the one who Balances
The universe..
HE is the one Who
Make fall of drops from
The sky..
HE is the one Who
Feeds the hungry..
HE is the one who
Heals the wounded
HE is the one Who..
Sustains our lives.
HE is the one Who
Deserves all the praise..
HE is the one Who
Makes me happy
Through HIS bounties..
HE is the one Who
Has created this miraculous
And wonderful world..
I love my God ....
HE is the one Who
Has sent a Holy Book
From heavens..
For our guidance.
And safety..
I love my God..
HE is the Greatest of all..
I love my God...
It's the success who made me ride
It's the fear who made me hide
I know no one is on my side
I know they all wanna dim my light
I know to keep it alive, I have to fight
No, I will never lose my sight
No, I will never give up on my right
What you think I made?
What you think I create?
It's the right time
Not too early not too late
Uou have time, you can change your fate.
He lived according to his creed,
he missed events that caused endless tears;
he was only present in tragedies...
did he really expect to be freed
from foolish thoughts that didn't know extremes,
showing no effort to make them realistic dreams?
Lonely is the one who counts days
and watches parades of laughing clowns,
giving him a momentary relief from sadness;
he won't march and reveal all feelings
with a laughter that breaks screams:
he has chosen solitude over friends!
Even now he regrets he wasn't the best,
but a mediocre man struggling and still wishing
he can own all without dedication and sacrifice;
all he does is curse fate and beat his chest...
while other keep their faith and go on living:
can he be kind to himself and not pay any price?
Lonely is the one who counts days
reading books instead of writing plays
to experience human consciousness;
how long can he live in remoteness?
Go and find him where he stands,
talk him out of painful loneliness!
Taken by the breath of thee
Find it hard to breath
Tears begin to flow
All around only hurt
Intensify the pain
Runs wild and free
No calming flow
Rocked to the core
Wheres the words
Wheres the real emotion
So fake it is
So pretend i play
With this life
Granted i took
I had it all
I had it there
Willing it was
My heart had no mind
The dark places i go
Ain't seen the light of day for so long
Where is it all born from
How did i evolve
In an evolution of fear
I am the bearer of my demise
I am the one who captivates your life
Positive or negative
I am the one you all think you know
I am the one who has no clue about me.
we trim their hair, necks, noses, and mustaches too
They come on Saturday morning, when the mail is due
we hear their stories, they gossip about their farms and such
we like our regulars, and we hear so much!
only one gives us a tip we try to get him
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