My thoughts in vacuum I cannot form a cloud… Empty,plain,artless My thoughts become When the muse vanishes In a hazy cloud…. I try to create and recreate yet fail everytime the one in which you transformed luminescent and transclucent I search in folds of time… pastels ,brush, a canvas, I hold in hand trying to sketch the gorgeous the eyes of your glance… In my verse ,I endeavour to create the magic in air, struggling hard through the vacuum finding right shades for your hair… dipped in earthy colours, I evaluate and experiment, finally a mystic tint dyes the art piece in crimson pink. originates a masterpiece I am awestruck Its you ,the muse, Who’s portrait has emerged with celestial beauty n angelic eyes, manifests on the canvas ,the divine in delight!
In front of the mirror I stand,
to find only an image and a reflection,
where is me , the real ” I”.
hidden in this projection?
Who else shall showeth my real ” ME”
where shall I find the true literal self,
In which mirror
“I” will be my self…
In placid waters,in clear skies
in a glazed glass
or a river flowing by…
in heart of whom,
in which eyes
like my own “I”
Years and births I move and search
but none do I find in this world
where I live and where I die….
Then where do I find the real me
in the heaven or in the hell,
in the astral world of another dimension
or in deep ocean …where fish dwell….
In my heart , within myself…
I discover the shine,that I possessed
that is the place where I shall see..
my own self and my real name!
strewn and scattered on the green grass ,
amidst the pearls of dew drops
silken white whorls
steal my glance
as the night silently resonates in advance
diffuse the jasmine flowers in air ,
their eternal fragrance…
beneath the shrub of life,
when the breeze swayed to fall them free
bedecked the night blooming lovers
the carpet of the satin …
bees and butterflies crave for
such beautified romance
the radiant moon watches them
with ardent looks and fluorescence.
dazzles the firefly around the branch
sparkle the petals fallen by chance
inebriating the breathe of night
smiles the bunch of jasmine on the lawn…
Zig zag roads amidst the hills
I swing in the rhythm of nature
denser thicker gets the jungle…
A tiny ray of gleaming light
however finds its way
To reach the ground,piercing
through the perfect camouflage!
Runs a rusty coloured hen
Through the middle of the road
Abruptly the tyres halt,the brakes screech
And dogs bark in fear!
Small puddles brown and dirty
playful ground for many
Kids and ducklings splashing with glee
under the clouds thundering!
Bright contrast of the roof tops
The temple shikhar stands in majesty on a faraway peak
my destination yet unseen,
through zig zag roads I move towards the life’s objective!
Few hours from now,I shall be flying to my homeland on a vacation.
Returning to the homeland after a year is very nostalgic. Things which have been missed shall appear on the screen of memories and meeting close friends and family (families) will become the highlight of the trip.
For now I wish all of you a wonderful time and am really sorry that I wont be able to catch up with all the blog posts and blogs even though I shall try to ,whenever I can spare some time and of course! get the internet!
I will keep on posting in between whenever there is something interesting to share and obviously coz you all should not forget me while I am on a hiatus!
Meanwhile you can go around with my old stack piled up since ages here!
For the big news, my book shall be out at the end of July and I will post the link as soon as it is made available for distribution and sales.
Continue sparkling the world of blogs!
HAPPY BLOGGING & BEST WISHES,
For nominating me for these bunch of awards. Iam merrily enjoying the swing of these beautiful awards which are a token of love from them.Since it has now become very hectic for me to post an award,I tried to combine all of them here and yes forgive me for the rules.
Just few days left and I will be off to my vacation which would mean a hiatus from the blogging for while! But before that I had to post this to express my gratitude towards everyone and to share my love with the rest.
Special thanks to Ajayji for presenting different and beautiful ones like the ” ROSE OF KINDNESS AWARD” & “THE LOYAL READER AWARD”.
I nominate the following bloggers for the awesome awards :
Sheri needs no introduction,for her words are the daily dose of inspiration to may of us here.
Udo a wonderful human is an amazing writer who can blend the true adversities of life into a finely woven tale.
The window which provides us the illumination everyday with its wisdom quotes.
Gorgeous photos to brighten our days.
Wise thoughts said in a subtle manner.
Experiences of a charming lady!
the shade of passion in writing
The untold tale of an elegant star!
poetry with thoughtful feelings!
Diary of a young man!
Soulful intense thoughts of a compassionate person.
Wonderful quotes with amazing pictures.
Reviews,stories,poems,photography, You get everything here.
The detailed version of every scenic and touching view!
Sweet reminiscences and experiences of a sweet girl!
passionate verses of love.
musical notes of a young girl in form of her musings.
The cosmic creations of Nirvani
The touching words of Rachna in form of poems and wonderful thoughts.
The joy and entertainment of Midnight summer’s dream in poems of Yoshiko!
In the early part of year two-thousand-thirteen, Ms. Soumya Vilekar and I discovered each other through our respective writings. At that time (as some of you, dear readers, may remember me!), I was an author at Word Press under the ownership of ‘ Blood Ink Diary’ – a narrative of my inner and outer climate of mind that mingled culturally, politically, socially, artistically and spiritually reflecting diversity and contrasts of various genres in expression — my blog was polar opposite (in theme) from Soumya’s spiritual quest- yet, there resonated and embodied an attraction for the others’ writings. Hence, a journey commenced between the two creative minds, a dialogue marked its’ significance imparting her own unique ‘ Suroor of the Soul ‘ (Intoxication of the Soul)- a poetry book prepared to share the spiritual faculty and the isolated jubilees of the inner realm. The title of the book was an interesting incident, for, after frequenting each other’s spheres, I had left a comment of appreciation at Soumya’s space and gifted her a humble oil painting that I had titled ‘ Suroor ‘, thus, was the inspiration that ignited Soumya to pen the magnificent volume. During the same time, I had deleted my blog for other creative pursuits, thus we had lost contact for short time, when, suddenly I received an email from Soumya requesting if I would fancy to include few of my mystical poems and to pen the foreword for ‘Suroor of the Soul ‘; needless to say, I accepted her request – thus, the duality of our personalities play a symphony of its’ own tune through the lyrics of our individual soul that can be explored in the pages.
You may be intrigued and probe as to why the execution for such a subject – ‘ the soul’;
simply, because the human minds are so varied, intellectual standpoints thus wide apart and emotional temperaments rather different, or shall I say, unique – that on these grounds alone we tend to isolate our Human and the Being that completes us as one. In a world marked with extreme desire for material consumption, the materialist forms a destructive alliance with the egoist and the shallow-minded, both attributes silently perforating inside him and when brought face to face with these two ways of viewing himself and his external environs, man finds them opposite and incompatible, markedly conflicting and hopelessly irreconcilable – thus it is quite possible for man to synthesize such an alliance developing a divided self – the soul often remains a mystical attraction if man does not cultivate the immense motivation to ‘seek’ the metaphysical reflection and mystical revelation of Reality of God.
Henceforth, what is the ‘insight’? If reality exists anywhere it must exist in an irreducible infinitude, though, such an assertion places beyond ordinary finite perceptions; only a transcendental insight is therefore beneficial to bring man into an intimate relation with his soul — whosoever truthfully and without superficial attempt at seeking shall witness the metamorphosis in its’ due time, when the ‘ego’ surrenders and humility perfumes the soul, a catharsis translates the silent movement within a human-being, opening a solid frequency embracing faculty of immediate insight. Ah, but of course, in one sense insight is a synthetic faculty, for, it mingles and blends with abstract reason what the intellect shan’t fully grasp though recognizes the full mystical emotions that are contained, combined and yet transcended in the philosophical insight.
‘Suroor of the Soul’ is such a book, that, smoothly transports and carves a path to Illumination – a veritable emotion turning around at the base of the whole consciousness. Our purpose is to ignite an immediate oneness with the Ultimate by a flash of desire to enlightenment which effectively removes the debris of doubts and ignorance for ever. Our combined vision is such that a reader would traverse within our souls’ parameters and glimpse for a tremendous and scintillating revelation to the man that it shall leave an ineradicable impression on his minds’ – soul and commences to probe the dazzling question of both his corporeal and celestial realms. Nay, it would be rather absurd to read the book and attain a deep frequency, for, mostly the aspirant toils for long wearisome months and perhaps years amid disheartening and monotony, howsoever, the book is a fragrance of connecting to bliss and the ultimate happiness — to surrender and annihilate the ‘ego’ which stops the cultivation to submission to discovering the layers of our soul. Just as in philosophy – thoughts are solid and more reasonable because it is more balanced, such a similar discipline demands man to action if he is to practice an equilibrium of mind-body-heart-soul. Everything that hinders the Divine will’s passage through his heart and life must eventually be cast out – he would need to affiliate his lower (human) will with his higher (being) one; the two must be synchronized to work in unison.
‘ Suroor of the Soul’ is a jubilee in utter ecstasy. It is devoid of any religious rituals and customs, for, its aspiration is simply to touch a human soul. The dogma and doctrine expressed as form of poetry is that of esotericism, which is considered to be something beyond the veil that illuminates bliss that one encounters through sublime horizon that leads one to greater courage and inner happiness – which cultivates a desire for seeking the enigma; the interpenetration of Human and its Being. Nay, I shan’t write more, nor, can I compel you to read further into this book — though I sincerely invite you to explore the poetry. I shan’t command it, for it commands us. The better offering, therefore, is to become inspired, that is, to the Divine self within us — through our humble offerings to humanity.
Love & Light,
Shaheen Sultan Dhanji
(formerly known as Blood Ink diary)
Written for Ermilia’s blog:http://wp.me/p1HrCI-14o “PICTURE IT AND WRITE”
The mirror of life ornamental , exquisitely intricate, reflection is distinct and clear, you glow the skin radiates the milky white softness of scintillating cleavage clear! Alas ! The wondrous pattern of life remains always hidden, bedecked on your gorgeous back it is a mystery forever... neither it explicates the logic... nor the reason of getting allured... beautiful butterflies fly and allude trying to convey a message unclear! Hitherto there's no mirror at the rear, to exhibit the truth surreal Paint a face of vibrant colors virtually visible to every peer!
PHOTOCREDIT:www.behance.net flipping I flew kissing your cheeks With my soft wings I fluttered and encircled you shrouding from the scorched ray of sorrow... wings of desire emerged A butterfly I transformed into from a caterpillar... magical touch yours was the gift of love I welcomed from the darkness I sprung ... watching you philander and I being coquette for your pleasure! -------------------------------- Written for Edward's blog: Romantic Monday
With the zephyr danced the butterflies
coloured spectrum imaged in the blue
between the leaves green and air nude
they delicately fluttered their wings!
A twirl lovely, a whirl fascinating,
swirling and sitting on a daffodil shy,
love to dip in the fragrance
of the roses and lilies
The sun smiled at their innocence
brightening the aura
reflecting on the spectacular designs and patterns,
rejuvenating the midgets of nature,
to continue the play of eternal enamor…