Five

# More then any one else, it is your enemies who deserve your love all the most. They deserve your compassion and your kindness. It is through your deeds that they will run out of reasons to justify their actions to themselves and it is always through love that you will win over hate – just like water extinguishes fire.

“Verily, in that are indeed signs for those who reflect – 21: Sura Ar-Rum”

# Never be afraid to follow. To follow and to submit is never a sign of weakness. It takes courage to trust the one who leads, it takes bravery to follow their steps and it takes might to suppress and get past one’s own desire, and continue to trust, to brave, to follow and be the master of one's will. 

# In all your actions and in all the actions of those around you, in where you are and where you might get – trust. And remember that trust must always be complete for it to work. And if you trust God, you must remember that your trust is upon him who trusted you the most, and handed you the life that you call yours. You must also remember that an ounce of doubt is a crack in the mirror, no matter how small but it will prevent you from seeing the true reflection. Trust must always be blind, brave and full. There is no trust less then complete trust. You must lift your feet, your wings and your whole body and you must let go of the ground completely... for the wind to carry you.

“Verily, in that are indeed signs for those who reflect – 21: Sura Ar-Rum”

# All people are born to be the masters of their souls and so they are. You may have their friendship, you may have their love but you must remember that you can only have that what they chose to give and you shall never try to own. Every one is their own master, people must not be owned, cannot be owned. They are all free flowing energies and what they give is theirs to give or to hold and not yours to claim. Be kind and grateful to that what they give you, for what they give you, no matter how little it is … it will still be a huge act of generosity, from one master to the other. Be thankful, be humble. 

# In your interactions with the children of God, you must not judge. The only soul yours to judge is your own. Those who come to you should find you and not themselves. 

Be joy, be peace, be happiness, be solace, be kindness, be mercy, be generosity, be forgiving, be accepter – be the river that quenches thirst of all irrespective of who they are and what their journeys are about. Each of us has to be unique, you have to be you. It is often in the eyes of God’s children that you may find his perception of you and it is in their eyes that you may find your purpose. Remember, not to be deceived by tongues, tongues are unruly and often defiant to their own masters. Your soul must recognize their soul; it is the oneness in us all. It is what makes us the children of God.

'Tomorrow I go to War'

When joy dies slowly by its own guilt
and laughter gives a twinge of pain
deep in the heart
silence engulfs

When the mistletoe of love
has grown and spread
too strong to rip, to deep to cut

When the mirrors reflect a familiar face
and the mind struggles to give it a name
who you are? who you have you been?

When what you have, and what you seek
the past, the present and the coming
the hands of the clock, the hours and minutes
the years, the months, the days, the week
and what you hold in your hands...
turns to sand

When the breeze that blows, crosses across
the hole in the chest, neither heals, nor grows
flying you go, like a leaf on the streets
and towns and cities begin to fade
It's time

Swim to the ocean of dying souls
stare in the eyes, that have lost all
stare deep and do not blink
there lies the answer
who you will be

...........

There are those who fight for honor. There are those who fight for pride. There are those too, who fight for riches and money and those, who fight because they don't have any other choice. Often, it is not the reason that decides who you are, how brave, how strong. Often, it is not the victory or defeat that separates heroes from villains. But it is how you fight and it is, who's war you are fighting. 

But Harry says, it is in victory that the heroes and villains become equals. I asked him, how? He tells me, no hero can defeat a villain without becoming his equal. They must be at balance, and in that moment, when one's balance is lost by the weight of the other, there, there lies the moment of victory. He says, "you see, all heroes they can only win when they can outsmart the villain, when they can outshine them. And tell me, tell me just how do they do it? There is just one answer to that - by becoming a better villain then them". In his books, all heroes are villains.

If there be no victory, who can separate the villains from heros? Interesting, is it not ? That both sides share the same fear of loss, death and blood. Both sides are equal in more things than they can think of, such as their belief in being right. Each of them considers himself to be right, to be hero. Perhaps, the it all boils down to which side you are standing at. 

The guy makes sense. He does, mostly. I said to him, yes Harry victory of a hero or a villain, both wear the same color of blood. Both are red. Defeat, in itself is too weak to decide the right or wrong. Every defeat is like a single cell organism, it seems small, meager, weak but it breeds. Slowly, it grows, multiplies, joins and before you know its back on its feet. The reason....the reason behind every fight, every war, no matter how strong or how glorious it is, but when the first soldier's blood spills on the battle ground....from that moment on, every war, every fight is left with only one purpose - survival. No glory, no honor, no pride, just survival. There is no glory in war, but there is more to it then just that. Specially, when the war is with one's self.

Total Submission

I won’t ask, not to break my heart

If you so desire, break me 

and leave me scattered from west to east

just give me strength to bear the pain

So that I don't fail you

I do not complain about the wounds you inflict

I hold them as dear as your love and kindness

just help me bleed until I am clean

I don’t ask you to fulfill my desire

just give me courage to fulfill yours, 

no matter it is against mine

I bow my head to you Master, 

In you I trust

In you I find my strength

I will not complain. I will not question

My heart is doubtless, My soul has faith

Throw a stone at me and I won’t stop you

I will pick and bring it back to you

I will not raise my head, I will not say a word

I owe my being to you

I owe you my soul

Please don't give myself back to me

How can I keep what is not mine

I am at your door, always I'll be

in disgrace and humility I found blessings manifold

And it is not the Masters who choose their disciples

It is the disciples...

and I have chosen you

I give the reins of my fate in your hands

Master of the Masters, 

you conquer the parts of my soul, that I could never rule

O’ Master of the hearts, Soul of the souls

down on my knees, 

I submit to love

to the roses, and to the thorns

consume me. 

One

When the breeze of your memories blows

My heart shivers like an autumn leaf

With the mention of your name

My tongue falls back inside me

and silence is the only language I can speak

Every detail of your face is visible to me

Like it is engraved in my eyes

Without you I am nothing more than a shadow of my own life

In the mirrors, in what I say or do

And what I think, and how I look

Every thing about me

Reminds me of you

How many mirrors can I break

And how many words can I leave unsaid

How many faces can I change

How many thoughts can I slay

How can I separate me from you

You are in me like water in wine

Coeur Intemporel

Hear my silence, so much it has to say

Answer me through the heart

I am listening to you

In the quiet of the night

I have lost my lips to love

and my eyes

Bewildered by what they see

Beneath the layers of my skin

Beneath the flesh

And the bones

an existence,

a sun, burning inside my chest

casting a shadow

The shadow that I am

In this darkness,

That surrounds you and me

Love, has lit a torch

Can you see? 

Walk my way

Walk my way

in between the occurrences of wakefulness

You'll always find me standing there, where you left

The flames in my eyes

You will always find them lighting the path

that leads from you to me

Love is timeless

and my heart is in the hands of love

it does not age

Every night is a quest for you

Every day I fall in love with you again

again...

The Forbidden Tree

I was born a fighter

So many a times,

I stared in the eyes of death

Like it was just another face of life

I was born strong

to be a seed that grows

not only in the mud, but in the sand

and bears flowers, even in the hearts of stones

I was born free

Free from the chains of beliefs

The masked realities

Beyond the limits, I could see

The universe was my country

And the world, my city

I was born brave

but slowly then,

The forbidden tree spread its roots

Secretly, making their way to me

Swiftly, crawling up my feet

Fastening my legs

Tightening around my arms

Chocking my neck

Its poisonous fruit

Dripped the drop of fear

in my thoughts

And I learned to be afraid

Afraid, of the known

Forever my lips were sealed

And,

my tongue buried

Under the weight of recognition

Reunion

Meet me,
Halfway to the sky

When my feet are freed

and the wings of my heart carry me to you

Meet me, touch and feel me
in my reflection, see your face

in my words, hear your thoughts

For so long,
I have been your eyes, I have been your voice

Meet me, and in that moment

Watch the stacks of hours fall

Watch the walls of years collapse
that moment,

will be the only one to last

the only one, to never pass

Meet me, as the corners of the world untie
and it spreads
flat and wide before our eyes

Meet me, wake in me

the memories of before
peel through the layers of reason

live again, the time before the birth of time

Meet me, and the galaxies will cease,
the stars, the suns, the moons and earths
will come to kiss your feet
and our hearts will beat
in the center of every orbit,
and the paths of every milky-way

Meet me, and in my eyes
read the stories of my sorrows
turn the pages to my joys

Meet me, and I'll fall in you
like a river, in the sea
and the paths and courses that I took
and the many streams that I have been
nothing will matter

Meet me,

Halfway to the Sky
The sparks of my soul will fly to you

and the universe will behold 

the fireworks of love
bursting like stars in the night sky
till eternity

The Musician

Strum the strings of my heart

Sing to me...

Sing to me

like a waterfall, rushing down the rocks

crash me in you, you in me

Dance with me...
Dance with me

hearts, beating the same beat

breathes, catching the same pace

Behind the darkness’s veil,

in the blues of the dawn

Break out of your skin...

And touch me with your soul

Hold my hand,

Soar above to the light

Hit the sky with a high note

burst with me...

and shower throughout the night in meteors

Fall in me, deep through the eyes
Come raining down inside my chest
swirl with me,
in the whirlpool of our hearts...

and spin the world around in Viennese waltz


Play for me,
the song of the souls...
Sing to me, heart to heart.

Time Bombs

Puffs of thoughts, like smoke
circle in my head
and vanish into the walls of my mind,
dying young
almost as if, they were never born
as if they never lived
it kills to breathe
and with every beat,
something sacred
something deep inside dies a little bit
The world, a question in itself
a mystery
and the answer, wrapped in folds of 'end'
The end,
always too soon it comes
always too late to know
almost, in vain to find
Life, a puzzle that when solved, destroys itself.

Haunted

Every night I wake up dead

Murdered by the dreams

No matter how many times I die

The pain is always the same

In the morning

I gather the ashes and throw them in the river

And every night

Every river

Finds its way back to me