#spiritualpoetry
A voice whispers in my ear:
“Be a wolf. Enough of being sheep.
It is the Eid of Sacrifice. Shed blood.
Slay the sheep inside yourself.”
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Qulağıma gəlir bir səs:
"Qurd ol, day qoyun olmaq bəs.
Qurban bayramıdır, qan tök,
İçindəki qoyunu kəs."
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC
Upon a pine where radiant dawn was born,
Two European starlings greeted morn;
Their speckled wings in trembling gold arrayed,
Where heaven’s light through emerald needles played.
One sang:
“O’ beloved heart that shares my soaring breath,
You turn all thoughts of fear and darkness to death;
For in your gaze the Lord’s own light I see,
A universe of tender harmony.
The cedar stands in patient, silent grace,
Yet none so firm as love’s abiding place;
Through storm and snow it keeps its steadfast art—
Yet stronger still the bond of wing and heart.
The dawn proclaims that souls are born to rise,
To break the chains of doubt and wounded skies;
For God has poured His wisdom into flame,
And called each living spirit by its name.”
The other starling answered, soft and bright,
As morning crowned their feathers with its light:
“My dearest soul, my shelter in the air,
My every flight begins and ends in care;
What is this world but love made visible,
A sacred song, both tender and eternal?
The rivers seek the ocean without end,
As I, through storm, to you alone descend;
For love is not a fleeting, fragile thing—
It is the strength that teaches hearts to sing.
The Lord has bound our spirits wing to wing,
To make of every dawn a living spring;
And in your nearness, every fear takes flight,
Transfigured into mercy, warmth, and light.”
Then both together lifted heavenward song,
Where wisdom, love, and splendour flowed along;
Upon the pine they glowed in morning’s fire—
Two hearts aflame with sacred, deep desire.
“O’ Lord of majesty, of love, of flame,
Who breathes eternal beauty into name;
Keep us as one through every shifting sky,
Till even time itself learns how to die.
For love, when blessed by heavens high above,
Becomes the purest form of living praise;
And in its light, all darkness turns to dove.”
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
Then God sent a sip of solitude, in silent grace and a dash of hue,
Colours that made the broken whole and gave the seeking heart its due.
The birds then sang in sacred peace—from darkness of night to glowing release.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 12:30 AM UTC
The only menu you ever had… the men you
offered their hand— to feed you a sense
of joy whenever you felt sad.
…but gaze at His hand He wields before you;
the breath you borrow for today is the air He
willed for you.
Tomorrow’s already gone, the damage is
done; a shadow still bleeds even when stabbed
in the dark— still, a spark speaks from the dark.
You are a star; as distant as you are; that light
may feel far, may flicker, feel scarred…
...but taste the bitter of failure, to cherish
success’s kiss— with patience, hope, faith…
and prayer.
But this right here, isn’t that prayer; just
tokens of words, a message minted in air.
A silver coin: heads or tails; both sides exist,
but neither should flip you or tip your scale.
Don’t let life run you over; run with the drive
you keep; you may live cornered by streets,
but you’re not set in place like concrete.
...there are footprints in words, trace them
back, but don’t circle back to where you lacked.
Move forward, even if slow… just don’t
become what you already know.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 3:03 AM UTC
Strength Reassures
***
Strength is not the roar,
but the breath that stays.
A steady hand in storms,
lifting what we fear,
reminding us we’re held.
Reflection
***
I used to believe strength lived in me,
or above me,
or somewhere close enough to touch.
Now it feels like something
I once carried
but misplaced along the way.
Yet when life shakes me,
I still catch myself looking
for that old steadiness—
the calm hand I used to trust,
the whisper that said
I wasn’t alone.
Maybe strength never left.
Maybe I’m the one
who walked too far
to hear it clearly.
But even now,
in the quiet,
I feel a faint reminder
of what it was like
to be held by something greater
than my own tired will.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
Numbers Reassure
***
In counted days and seasons,
faith finds its rhythm.
Each sunrise tallies hope,
each heartbeat marks a promise—
order continues through the unknown.
Reflection
***
I count things more than I pray these days.
Hours, bills, steps, mistakes—
as if order could replace belief.
But sometimes, when the world
feels too random,
I remember how faith once
gave shape to the chaos.
I miss that sense of pattern,
that feeling that every moment
belonged to something meaningful.
I don’t know if I can return
to that certainty,
but I still long for the comfort
of knowing that even
the uncountable parts of life
were held in a larger design.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 4:52 AM UTC
Preparation Reassures
***
We ready our steps in trust,
laying small stones of intention.
Perhaps faith meets us on the path,
quietly blessing the work
we dared to begin.
Reflection
***
I prepare for everything now—
plans, backups, contingencies—
as if careful steps could fill the space
where trust used to live.
There was a time
when I believed
I didn’t walk alone,
that my efforts met grace halfway.
I’ve wandered from that place,
but sometimes,
when I’m laying out the pieces
of my life,
I feel the echo
of that old partnership.
Maybe faith isn’t gone.
Maybe it’s waiting for me
to stop relying
on my own strength
long enough to notice
it still walking beside me.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 5:02 AM UTC
A Poet I Am Not
A poet I am not.
My verses are not worth
a piece of bread.
I do not seek praise,
nor do I flee from blame-
both are weightless dust to me.
All my craft,
all my poetry,
could rest easily
inside a single cup.
And unless
the wine is poured
by the Beloved’s own hand,
I will not drink
even a single sip.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC
Resembling sharks in the dark, deaf ocean
the wise harbour conceit in the pit of their heart
the language of egotism defining from their faces
Sermons fanning the flames of Ego's swirling smoke
Bold they stand as defenders of the Din
After themselves, who else have they deceived?
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
Before the sun had kissed the waking skies,
Before the moon could open dreaming eyes,
You were a thought in realms beyond all sight—
A secret held in Mercy’s veiled light.
Not cast by chance, nor shaped by time or fate,
But crafted where the highest heavens wait;
From sacred clay, with Spirit gently blown,
You rose—a soul beloved, yet not your own.
A trust you bear, of breath and light composed,
A flame within, divinely interposed.
Where angels bowed at one majestic sign,
You stood, adorned by wisdom's grand design.
Each crease upon your palm, a sign unread,
Of mysteries the silent cosmos said.
Your gaze reflects the stars, the seas, the skies—
A mirror of the Truth that never dies.
You are the cup from which the cosmos sips,
The praise of God upon your heart and lips.
No idle dust, but destined and decreed—
A living verse, in word and will and deed.
So wear your form with honour, not despair,
For in that frame, the breath of God is there.
A servant crowned in dignity and grace—
The finest form in all of time and space.
O’ child of earth, yet lifted and refined,
You are the masterpiece the Lord designed.
Not merely made—but chosen, known, and free—
To walk the path of light and majesty.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 3:11 PM UTC
Here we sit at the table,
of our life,
of our home.
It is just you and me,
to say what we feel,
to grow.
I want you to listen,
to my words,
without judgment.
I want you to see my struggles,
without opinions,
without trying to fix them.
I want you to see my struggles,
motivating me,
without pushing me to resolve them.
I wish for you to trust me,
without burdening me,
without demands.
I wish for you to help me,
without deciding for me.
I wish for you to care for me,
to protect me,
without erasing me.
I wish for you to look at me,
without projections,
without fear.
I wish for you to love me,
without suffocating me,
without binding me.
I want you to protect me,
without lies,
but with a true heart.
I want you to hold me,
not out of possession,
not by taking responsibility for me.
I wish for you to walk beside me,
without invading,
without controlling.
I wish for you to accept me,
every dark part of me,
without trying to change it.
I want us to see our struggles,
with empathy,
with solidarity.
I want that after every battle,
there is no resentment,
but peace reigns instead.
I wish for you to tell me everything you feel,
even the things that trouble you.
I want you to know,
that everything I ask of you,
I can give in return.
I wish for you to know,
that you can always count on me.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC
Drown all drunk in peace so deep,
Where silence sings and angels sleep.
Let joy's wild fire gently fade,
And calm, like rivers, softly invade.
Let the stars fall, not in haste,
But bathed in peace, a sacred taste.
O' Cup Bearer come, with gentle hand,
To still the soul, and make it stand.
The moon shall dim its glowing light,
And rest in peace through endless night.
Make the mountains bow with grace,
Their peaks a reflection of Heaven’s face.
Let winds, once fierce, now whisper clear,
A song of peace for all to hear.
Drown the oceans, once wild and loud,
In waves of stillness, soft and proud.
Let the tides of chaos cease to rise,
And peace descend from distant skies.
Let hearts, once wild, now find their rest,
In the quiet calm that fills the chest.
O' Cup Bearer pour, with tender care,
A liquid peace beyond compare.
Let souls, intoxicated by bliss,
Find their peace in the endless abyss.
Drown the creation in tranquil sound,
Where silence reigns, and love is found.
In the depths of peace, let all be free,
Drunk on calm, in eternity.
Drown all drunk in peace so pure,
A solace deep, forever sure.
In stillness, let the world be swept,
A moment of peace where none is kept.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 11:03 AM UTC
Through veils of twilight realms, my steps align,
A pilgrim bound by questions yet untold.
Between existence planes, I seek to find
A purpose veiled in shadows, bright yet cold.
The liminal expanse, a fleeting seam,
Where echoes hum with truths beyond the light.
Unfinished whispers weave my fragile dream,
A cosmic hymn that calls through endless night.
In this in-between, I find my soul,
Where stars ignite the cosmic harmony
Through shifting mists, I glimpse the infinite
Within in its depths, peer into a dark hole
The dance of shadows, darkness, and pure sea
And in its rhythm, my heart finds ecstasy
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
As I dwell within His vicinity
in search for Cleopatra's stone
His angels rise at the complexity
of the presence that dwells within
Wondering, lost in Labyrinth's embrace
I, at last, have the glimpse of hope, a distant light
As I drenched my soul in His blood to see Your face
Finally, the upper hand, I have within the fight
Inhumane, the nature that dwells within my psychology
along with tenacious entities, calibrating
as to describe the extremity of the Torturous self-tyranny
I place the pen on the table and let You do the narrating
Your grace, I can say, has spoken enough
Whispers in the dark, unseen and unheard
Strategic in battle like the argent chough
sufficient damage incurred
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 3:37 PM UTC
Unearthing the dirt
Buried in the heart
Planting a seed
With hope and love
Waiting for it to grow
Into
And out of
It all
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 9:27 AM UTC
Good god Ganesha
Climbing into hearts
In a flick of a moment
With a sweet smile
And answers bestowed
In the nick of time
All is well
When Ganesha is aboard
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 9:25 AM UTC
A dear friend who comes to my aid
Everytime, no matter what I need or want or just be
Because he is the best friend one can have
Stands by always attending to all
Mine, and always cheering me
Beyond the world’s noise
Predicting what I can’t
Thank you my friend
Vouching for my success
Despite discouragements
Quite a lovely birthday
You have, with the world
Cheering you always
Amazing friend I have
For eternity
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 9:23 AM UTC
[𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗?
𝙸'𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏
𝙰 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗.
[𝙸]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.
... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚖.
[𝙸𝙸]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗.
[𝙸𝙸𝙸]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚍
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗
𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.
... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜.
[𝙸𝚅]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.
... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑.
[𝚅]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝
𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕.
... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍.
[𝚅𝙸]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗
𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.
... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕.
[𝚅𝙸𝙸]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎
𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 -
(𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.)
... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.
[𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚠?
𝙸'𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.
[𝙵𝚒𝚗]
- 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
𝟶𝟾/𝟶𝟾/𝟸𝟹
Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 11:29 PM UTC
Clearly now I see,
That my soul had a plan.
Laid out perfectly for me,
To endure and withstand.
No I wouldn't do it over,
But Id never give it up.
I just keep moving forward,
Through the lessons I pick up.
I hear it in my soul,
When it's time to make a move.
A pull I can't control,
Brings me to another truth.
A lesson meets me there,
But at first I'm blind to see it.
Repeat repeat - til I'm aware,
And then she will reveal it.
Soul decoding old ways,
Uploading what is new.
These stories of your earthly days,
Are the building blocks of you.
The source collecting energy,
From all your transformation.
With every ancestor redeemed,
She is raising her vibration.
So tune into your highest self,
And don't you ever doubt,
That you come from a higher realm,
Made of stardust all throughout.
You bring this all within you,
So watch carefully for signs.
Youll know just what to do,
When the universe aligns.
▪︎ mica light ▪︎
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 12:52 AM UTC
Howsoever it may look,
it may sound,
But no other way till date,
I have found.
For tasting the heaven,
the God's domain,
Give up the counting ,
what loss or Gain.
For God is not loss and
benifit you count,
Nor he can be bought
what be the amount.
You hear the sound ,
the whistle of train,
But never you find,
the whistle of train.
If candle will try,
for catching the heat ,
And music will try for,
catching drum beat.
Can cloud get success,
in catching the rain?
And can a bird find,
sky the empty terrain.?
Like fish never fathom,
what water what sea,
And fruit seldom find,
the bud and the tree.
For a Fish is in water,
and a bird in sky,
Sea cannot be found ,
whatever fish try.
As breathing not separate
from body from life,
And family just dependent
on part of a wife.
God' business is different,
and different his way,
He is closest of the closest,
and still far away.
A man is not separate,
nor different from God,
No question disecting ,
the source with a sword.
The Proof of heaven is ,
within you my friend,
Just venture your search,
in your heart's terrain.
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 7:53 AM UTC
अनुभव के अतिरिक्त कोई आधार नहीं ,
परमेश्वर का पथ कोई व्यापार नहीं।
प्रभु में हीं जीवन कोई संज्ञान क्या लेगा?
सागर में हीं मीन भला प्रमाण क्या देगा?
खग जाने कैसे कोई आकाश भला?
दीपक जाने क्या है ये प्रकाश भला?
जहाँ स्वांस है प्राणों का संचार वहीं,
जहाँ प्राण है जीवन का आधार वहीं।
ईश्वर का क्या दोष भला प्रमाण में?
अभिमान सजा के तुम हीं हो अज्ञान में।
परमेश्वर ना छद्म तथ्य तेरे हीं प्राणी,
भ्रम का है आचार पथ्य तेरे अज्ञानी ।
कभी कानों से सुनकर ज्ञात नहीं ईश्वर ,
कितना भी पढ़ लो प्राप्त ना परमेश्वर।
कह कर प्रेम की बात भला बताए कैसे?
हुआ नहीं हो ईश्क उसे समझाए कैसे?
परमेश्वर में तू तुझी में परमेश्वर ,
पर तू हीं ना तत्तपर नहीं कोई अवसर।
दिल में है ना प्रीत कोई उदगार कहीं,
अनुभव के अतिरिक्त कोई आधार नहीं।
अजय अमिताभ सुमन
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 2:00 AM UTC
Interwoven throughout life's fabric,
Waves of love from souls eternal,
Mending the whole of the weave,
Heartlessness would tear asunder,
Yet, could never, as we're here,
Evolve life, create light.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC