Folk tales are not merely folktales but they are the lessons that we learn from the past. This isnt a fairytale. This is the story of ego, selfishness, rage and death. Once upon a time there was a city known for its peace, tranquility and progress. A fresh water river flowing through its heart, the … Continue reading Let the sleeping giant lie
Resurrection: Physical or Spiritual
Among the important questions which relates to the discussion of the resurrection is, “Is the Resurrection only spiritual?” or does the body of an individual also appear in another world? And the human being take on the very form that he or she had in this world but in a higher and more elevated level? … Continue reading Resurrection: Physical or Spiritual
Rumi Parables: The Lion Tattoo
What is it to know something of God? Burn inside that presence. Burn up. Copper melts in the healing elixir. So melt yourself in the mixture that sustains existence.
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, … Continue reading Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare
Rise of narcissists: The plague that killed poetry
People around me believe I am a cynical person as nothing around me seems to be fit as per the great divine plan and according to the social structure. They say I have the tendency to scrape the rationality out of every single thing. I can’t disappoint them it isn’t my thing. Let’s talk about … Continue reading Rise of narcissists: The plague that killed poetry
The chaotic moon-sighting
It has become a routine matter in our lives every year that we literally sweat for Eid moon sighting. Every year Ramadan starts and ends with confusion. Its actually quite ironic that in this digital age in which there are countries trying to explore the darker areas of space and we the muslims of India … Continue reading The chaotic moon-sighting
A Prison Evening
Each star a rung, night comes down the spiral staircase of the evening. The breeze passes by so very close as if someone just happened to speak of love. In the courtyard, the trees are absorbed refugees embroidering maps of return on the sky. On the roof, the moon - lovingly, generously – is turning … Continue reading A Prison Evening
Being Zab 