7 o clock
passing through river indus
look out there
from the windows of bus
golden sun moving on the water
against the cool breeze run
every thing is going out my way
beautiful morning
silent and bare
the breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
the indus highway is in its own sweet will

every eye was happy
the bell rang ....phone
first once , then twice then thrice
what happened
there is bomb in the university
what type of joke it is ?
its true !
what ?
yes
first my heart freezes
i was trying to hold my soul
there was  a explosion in my heart
i asked myself
who you are?
really muslim ?
with strong faith ?
i was convincing myself yes you are a muslim
i have a deed of creed
my heart was tossed up
in the middle it burned me

are you alright ?
yes i am
that sun and wind become the point of fear
my voice was turning back to me in echos
in the huge traffic
blue buses
were grave for us

tell me who the hell is doing this
who is he to die me today
i curse to him in the worst places of hell

hey friend why are you going inside
stop please
for the sake of GOD lets go back home
no
why
because i came to read !
yes but
but many will cry ?
but then they will be silent !
come on
reject the call of terror
he is heart less man ?
what can he do with our lives !!
come on
tell him
we don't fear from him
he is the soul less hell
                      

and we go
where the death stands

but thing i had seen today
everyone also passed through terror

HE WAS NOTHING
see me i am alive
GOD saved me


lets go on the top of highway today
i had also captured the picture of death  today
it was a irritating ring
which was
repeatedly asking me "who are you "
                                        " what do you do "

today the winds are blowing better then ever
come to read

She is  a girl
She is lily of the valley
She is delicacy of the fields
Come close to her
She is moving gradually in the wind
There is slight noise around her  ........

Hey  !!! move slowly
Reduce your speed she will be scared
. she will be fade .

Come closer to her
Listen she is reducing her voice
Hidding something  
She is scary of us
The wind is  blowing faster
She is fighting
And she is trying so harder

Listen ...
She is not leting us to know her
The noise arises
Again wind blows
There she bents
Come closer
She will be scared
The air blows again
Its hard to bear
She stopes

Feel....
Its so fragile
Her fragrance is going so far
There every secret opens
All has been revealed
Her fumes goes in everyone breaths
She died there
......
Shhhh
She was a girl

I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not.

I went into the ancient temples of idolatry; no trace of Him was there.

I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not.

With set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Caucasus and found there only 'anqa's habitation.

Then I directed my search to the Kaaba, the resort of old and young; God was not there even.

Turning to philosophy I inquired about him from ibn Sina but found Him not within his range.

I fared then to the scene of the Prophet's experience of a great divine manifestation only a "two bow-lengths' distance from him" but God was not there even in that exalted court.

Finally, I looked into my own heart and there I saw Him; He was nowhere else.
But
In my heart .

Writer :

Jalaludin rumi

Translation




Woi To Hai Jo Nizam-e-Hasti Chala Raha Hai

ko’ii to hai jo nizaam-e-hastii chalaa rahaa hai
vohii Khudaa hai, vohii Khudaa hai, vohii Khudaa hai
dikha’ii bhii jo na de nazar bhii jo aa rahaa hai
vohii Khudaa hai, vohii Khudaa hai, vohii Khudaa hai

(Someone is there who is managing the order of life
He is God, He is God, He is God
He is invisible still He can be seen
He is God, He is God, He is God)

nazar bhii rakhe sama’ateN bhii, vo jaan letaa hai niyyateN bhii
jo Khaana-e-laa-shauur meN jagmagaa rahaa hai, vohii Khudaa hai
vohii Khudaa hai, vohii Khudaa hai, vohii Khudaa hai

(He keep eyes and ears too, He knows even the intentions
The one who is illuminated in our subconscious minds
He is God, He is God, He is God)

talaash us ko na kar butoN meN, vo hai badaltii hu’ii rutoN meN
jo din ko raat aur raat ko din banaa rahaa hai, vohii Khudaa hai
vohii Khudaa hai, vohii Khudaa hai, vohii Khudaa hai

(Do not search for Him in the idols, He is in the changing seasons
The one who is changing day to night and night to day
He is God, He is God, He is God)





You are clay . I am clay
Earlier I didn't believe in the God or any powers and miracles...
But when I thought that we are so advanced and we have reached the skies in Science and Technology...but still Scientists are unable to create us, to create humans..Then there must be a superpower who creates us..though I try to connect everything with Science.and not with miracles even now..but I'm changing..( with the efforts of poems created by Great persons like you).
THANK YOU SO MUCH
GOOD WRITE