Posted in across the river on Jan 18th, 2010
I cup my hands
and stand before you.
The Deity you are holding in your heart is not me, nor mine.
And yet,
I stand before you and cup my hands.
Come closer,
do not stand across me,
the waning light is coming between us, robbing the moments,
scaling the time.
Come closer, face to face
one more time.
Posted in across the river on Dec 10th, 2009
Do not say a word
be still.
I am the echo of the centuries past,
when Vishnu whispered,
Be still -
Receive love.
Posted in across the river on Nov 22nd, 2009
When I am with you, I am your lofty sky, your placid sea.
You are anchored reality,
I am too created in this occupied body.
I am nothing but a mirror in your palm, reflecting the play of your fingers.
I am a beggar who has received the silver grace of Salah - al Din
which cools my constricted heart [...]
Posted in across the river on Nov 22nd, 2009
Today at 10: 17 in the morning I set him free.
I will come back to this later but first I would like to talk about Ms. Buksh.
I am sure she is not alive.
What a horrible thing to say about somebody; but I assure you I didn’t say that with malice. She was my professor and [...]
Posted in across the river on Nov 11th, 2009
My younger son and I share the love of written word. We both love exploring the book stores, and the stores where they sell old books is the favorite.
Some time ago he bought a translated version of Divan i Shams Tabrez for me which I added to my other books that I keep by my [...]
Posted in across the river on Oct 16th, 2009
How much moss did the pebble collect along the way? If you start peeling the centuries of moss, what if what you get was only a pebble? A simple truth, not wrapped in time created shroud of abstract representation.
Posted in across the river on Sep 30th, 2009
Happiness is a choice.
Posted in across the river on Sep 22nd, 2009
Everybody is in bed - sleeping. Feels like the house is drowsy too. It’s quiet- so quiet- all around. I am probably an insomniac again. I do not fall asleep easily anyway. I sometimes envy my husband; the moment he hits the pillow, he is gone. On the other hand, I go through a daily [...]
Posted in across the river on Sep 17th, 2009
Yesterday was my wedding anniversary.
I love this very busy month. Apart from our anniversary, there are two birthdays in the family. Three of my friends celebrate their wedding anniversaries, two nephews have birthdays and a friend’s daughter also expects her mom’s friend must remember her special day.
So, yesterday was my turn to receive calls and [...]
Posted in across the river on Sep 4th, 2009
(Author’s note: this is based on a true story. Some details were also altered a little and names were changed. All for privacy’s sake.)
Summer afternoons are treacherous. better not rely on them.
When Nooran came to clean the house, no one was there to tell her chores of the day. First she thought she would go [...]
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