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!
For what I sought ,
for what I fought in the lone desert
for a drop of water
to quench people’s desire…
I stood there under the vast expanse of corruption,
slit where the throats and stabbed the back
in hands of the ruthless,greedy hunters…
squeezed who every drip of life
from the naked workers
piling their own baggages
with sin and mint as treasure!
Shall there be a rising sun,
who will glow as a stellar
His hands shall uplift the weaker
he who shall create a history of revolution
in the free air of freedom…
eradicating the dreadful fears…
whose noble thoughts will wipe the depravity…
when once again my land will shine
as the golden bird of destiny!
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 fishes 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!
With the wind she aviates
wings of golden get unfurled,
her blackish auburn locks dangle
as she rocks through the jungle….
Kisses the branch of the bottle brush
crimson red whose flowers rush ,
her cheeks turn prettier
when she smiles and blushes for none….
gallops the young palomino,
loves it thy master
The woods enchant the golden colt
so does the hands which rein her…
together they form a beautiful pair
when paint the sky with their myriad ways
leave they behind the prosaic
while on a ride to the clouds in air…
drawing the path of their dreams
the duo on a long flight!!!
bask in delightful pleasure
of love and the valentine
There I leap to touch the bow, colourful and rich in grandeur, far it moves as I try... the rainbow floating in the sky!!! Like a hope of flying, as a little birdie, as a fluttering leaf of a winter chilly... strive I,to touch the ultraviolet, the nearest hue which seems over my head, Drizzled it few hours ago, now the sun shines with it's glow, moments of changing seasons and weather I still stand there to touch the etched brow! its envision brings smile in a moment, yet another attempt ,saddens as I fail, I stand back once more with a new perception... restarting my dream endeavor. photocredit:www.wallsave.com
The wild runs into the forest
randomly through the dense woods
stamping the tiny creatures
which dare to cross its way through!
thrashing ,destroying the delicate branches
snorting way out from the hazed blues
lost amidst the broken trees
it stands almost confused!
rage and anger spoils
the sense of its direction
process of thoughts get wrecked
by his ire and frustration…
mocks his helplessness now standing afar
“with peace and mental repose
he could have achieved the ataraxis
self destruction he did
by choosing wrath over equilibrium!!!”
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…
climbers white and delicate
entwine me with beauty
seducing my stillness.
slender hands I raise and bend
along the tendril with gait
touch of whose thrills my sense
like the soft breeze in ardor…
intertwines the coloured climber
my body in numerous twirls
tresses flow shyly
as the flowers kiss the
the statuette of love stood
spotless with fragrance new
the soul gets dipped in
the lake… reflecting the virtuous moon.
harboured the loving climber
with a passionate hold
embraced,the heart sighs
in breath of interlaced love.
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!
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)