O Beloved…

“My heart grows fonder every time I hear
The music that you play O Beloved.
They claim not to hear, for they don’t care
For songs which make flames sway O Beloved.
The names devined by the beatific dancers
Form a graceful bouquet O Beloved;
A bouquet of lights swaying crystal clear,
Emblazoning your way O Beloved.
Unbearable love that my heart does bear
Has driven my mind fey O Beloved.”
{~Umr~}

Written : 7th May 2013. (My late father’s birthday)

Image Source : Click Here. (“Shirly90″ on Deviant Art) 

Writer…

“I’m a writer and write shall I
Till I drain my soul through my pen;
Till the rivers of ink run dry
Writing eulogies to Thy pen.

I’m a writer and write shall I
Till ink flows in me as my blood;
Till the rivers of ink run dry
Writing odes to do right by blood.”

{~Umr~} – (Syed Umr Iftikhar Ahmed)

Written : 9th March 2013.

Image Source : Background Image, Poem.

To Life…..

“As my madness reaches a crescendo 
My mind’s vivid imageries come to life. 
A blue-green sky and a pink flamingo 
Wait at the gate to say, ‘Welcome to life!’ 
My heart’s a puppet that dances on strings 
As melodies of the strings strum to life. 
When rhythmic symphonies of Your choir play, 
The drum in my bosom shall drum to life; 
Drumming the most transcendental of beats, 
Beating with rhythm which seems gleesome to life.” 
{~Umr~} – (Syed Umr Iftikhar Ahmed)

Written : 2nd March 2013.

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A Supplication…

“O Lord! What a throng You have amassed here; 
You have entranced all from the same chalice.
You entwined a gaze here with a gaze there,
Parted a heart from hearts and soul from souls.

O Lord! the flames sway ecstatically; 
Though parted they are, their source is but One. 
The drums in bosoms beat frantically 
And eyes are resplendent like blazing coals

O Lord! calls for prayers ring in the air, 
Though believers need neither sound nor sight (to believe); 
Ignorants will hear yet will lend no ear;
No matter how resonant the bell tolls.”

{~Umr~}

Written : 15th February 2013.

The first stanza was inspired from a Persian quatrain, that I read, written by Sir Muhammad Iqbal. Infact, it was my meagre attempt at a translation, which I have no idea about it’s being right or not. The rest of the poem simply came to mind …

I can’t find the source of image, I had downloaded this earlier, I think, maybe, from deviantart. I would really like to give the credits to the artist though.

P.S

I have just started a page for this blog, on which I might be sharing some random scribbles as well as poetry from this blog and also poetry of some other mystics. Do like the page and come along with me on my little journey of mysticism. Stalking Dawn.

To Play…

“Songs of a reed flute soothe my mind to play
The dreams, transcendental and blind to play.
My heart and my soul are dancing puppets,
Which you, so ardently, designed to play.
Flame and the wind do sing and dance, and sway,
As the flute breathes the songs which bind, to play,
The birds, who sing, with the blossoms, who sway,
As souls sway with songs intertwined to play.”
{~Umr~}

Written : 10th January, 2013.

Oblivious with Zeal…

“A heart, like a letter 
With an unbroken seal, 
Shrouds the arcane matter 
Which no one can reveal; 
Wise, with their thoughts profound, 
Surmise lies to redound 
To the deceits which seel 
The guilible people; 
Obllivious and well, 
Oblivious with zeal.” 
{~Umr~} 

Written on 1st February 2013. 

Paraphrased: A heart hides mystyrious matters which can’t be revealed by anyone just as an unopened letter hides what’s written within, a person’s heart prefers to stay oblivious to many mysterious matters rather than brooding over them. Wise prefer to keep such matters from guilible people who are oblivious to them and are well in their oblivion; even if this might need them to lie and conceal the truth.

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“These Paltry Eyes of Mine” – Shah Bhitai

‎”These paltry eyes of mine
Have brought me favour’s grace.
If evil but before them be,
They see Love in its place.

If paltry eyes of mine
Did aught but Love disclose,
I’d pluck them out to cast
As morsels for the crows.

Mine eyes have made a feast
Where kin and friends engage.
It is as if life, body, soul
Had gone on pilgrimage.

All day they look, and yet
They halt out there to see;
They saw and recognized Love
And have returned to me.

Strange habits have mine eyes
To trade with others’ pain.
Love’s conquest they have made
Where weapons bring no gain.”
(Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai)
translated by
H.T. Sorley.

This is of the kind of things that inspire me truly ethically, emotionally, sentimentally and mystically…..