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Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell tonight?
Whom else from rapture’s road will you expel tonight?

Those “Fabrics of Cashmere--“ ”to make Me beautiful--“
“Trinket”-- to gem– “Me to adorn– How– tell”-- tonight?

I beg for haven: Prisons, let open your gates–
A refugee from Belief seeks a cell tonight.

God’s vintage loneliness has turned to vinegar–
All the archangels– their wings frozen– fell tonight.

Lord, cried out the idols, Don’t let us be broken
Only we can convert the infidel tonight.

Mughal ceilings, let your mirrored convexities
multiply me at once under your spell tonight.

He’s freed some fire from ice in pity for Heaven.
He’s left open– for God– the doors of Hell tonight.

In the heart’s veined temple, all statues have been smashed
No priest in saffron’s left to toll its knell tonight

God, limit these punishments, there’s still Judgment Day–
I’m a mere sinner, I’m no infidel tonight.

Executioners near the woman at the window.
Damn you, Elijah, I’ll bless Jezebel tonight.

The hunt is over, and I hear the Call to Prayer
fade into that of the wounded gazelle tonight.

My rivals for your love– you’ve invited them all?
This is mere insult, this is no farewell tonight.

And I, Shahid, only am escaped to tell thee–
God sobs in my arms. Call me Ishmael tonight.

Koi dost hai na raqeeb hai
Tera shehar kitna ajeeb hai
Wo jo ishq tha wo janon tha,
Yeh jo hijr hai yeh naseeb hai,
Yahan kis ka chehra parha karon,
Maray kon itna kareeb hai,
May kisey kahon mere sath chal,
Yahn sab ki soch ajeeb hy
Gila krain to kis say krain,
K Jo ho gia wo naseeb hai
Tera shehar kitna ajeeb hai.

the greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves... you don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her... if you love someone, let them go. if they return to you, it was meant to be. if they don't, their love was never yours to begin with... love is hard work; and hard work sometimes hurts ... who says love never lives, maybe we have never lived.... some love lasts a lifetime. true love lasts forever... if love is great, and there are no greater things, then what i feel for you must be the greatest... love is like playing the piano. first you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.... if i could reach up and hold a star for every time you have made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand... we all want to fall in love. why? cause that experience makes us feel completely alive. where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. it may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. but that doesn't diminish its value, because we are left with memories that we treasure to the rest of our lives.... never underestimate the power of love... the way to love anything is to realize it may be lost.,,, the heart has its reasons that reason does not know at all... music is love in search of a word.

Banners blow while a silken flag waves
both signifying a country gone awry
men dig ever more six foot deep graves
as I stand aside and ponder why

American flags must surely be costly
what with all that red, white and blue material
while the deaths of countless soldiers seems immaterial to the Commander In Chief
who seems chiefly unconcerned about supplying armor for vehicles who drive directly over destruction
occupied by occupants who occasionally incur a blur from the desert sand and significant insanity in a land of lamentable leaders bent on brutality
as I become buried ever deeper in compassion bemoaning every unneccessary casualty of a war wrought and fought in futility

as corpses continue to constitute the inconsistency of combat-----
for instance Corporal Carl Conway who died trying to liberate a country inhabited by an alliance who owe their allegiance to Allah
and believe in what might as well be a cookbook they call the Koran--
man, they may as well adhere to to the doctrine of Duran Duran and dance
per chance

So i have what may be a superlative idea indeed
take all the silk they use for the red, white and blue
and instead of causing casualties of battle to bleed
sell all the silk for armor and armaments our heroes are so aptly due
(c) 2011....~free cee!~

Where to go ..


Every day .. and your face becomes closer ..
Every day, it becomes your face
Part of my life ..
Becomes the most fertile age
And become the most beautiful shapes, form
And things become sweeter and best ..
Has been leaked in the pores of my body ..
As a drop of dew seeping .. ..
Unusually difficult away ..
The unusual for coming harder ..
How much am I .. how much I love you .. so ..
That myself of the same .. wonder ..
Dwell hair, in the gardens of your eyes ..
Without eyes .. no hair writes

The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. this inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. it is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.

YOU’RE SMILE

How can this be a smile so captivates me
So wide and bright, I feel my heard shutter, take flight
A smile that travels so tenderly and fans a flame where none would be
It will never be wasted, totally appreciated, to know that smile is for me
It’s been that way from the start a smile so binding it held my heart
So my darling forgive when I stare, your smile is your breath, my air

When the Rain falls
my thoughts of you come to view
the rain reminds me of my tear drops
like heaven's crying too
I miss the tender words you say
that made my heart ring
and took my breath away
I feel your passion and love
that helps me pull through
I know we'll be together again one day
I can feel it in my heart

Je t'aime éperdument

Sachant que la route vers l'impossible est longue,
Et sachant que tu es le modèle de la femme
Que je ne pourrais échanger,
Sachant que l'époque du bien-aimé est terminée
Et que les belles paroles sont mortes.
Je t'aime éperdument,
Je t'aime éperdument, sachant que je vis
En exil et toi dans un autre exil,
Et entre nous deux sévissent le vent, l'éclair, le nuage,
Le tonnerre, la neige et le feu.
Sachant que te rejoindre est un suicide,
Je serais heureux de déchirer ma vie pour toi,
Si on me donnait le choix, je recommencerais à t'aimer de nouveau.
Toi dont j' ai tissé l' habit à partir de feuilles d'arbre,
et dont j'ai protégé la patience des gouttelettes de pluie.
Je t'aime éperdument, sachant que je voyage
Sans certitude dans l'océan de tes yeux.
J'abandonne ma raison derrière moi
Pour galoper vers mes folies.
Femme qui étreint mon cœur dans ses mains,
De grâce ne m'abandonne pas,
Ne m'abandonne pas.
Je ne pourrais exister sans toi.
je t'aime, je t'aime éperdument,
Et je refuse de me soustraire au feu de ton amour.
Et d'ailleurs peut-il s'y soustraire, un orphelin de la passion ?
Qu'importe si je m'en tire vivant de l'amour,
et qu'importe si j'en termine tué.