Saturday, October 27, 2007

Dear Rumi ..


you’ve forgotten the other life
in which he threw your books into the fountain


and the ink, unrecognizable at last
reached for you with dissipating lust


now you know the sun—Shams—in the sky
is not the one you orbit around

nor the one who went out the back door into night
and never returned


that day in the marketplace street you, estranged and weeping,
realized the true Shams was within—stopped looking—and said:

I am Shams-u-Tabriz...estranged in the street
and aren’t you also that street?


went up the mountain at the break of dawn and still met
people coming down from an earlier pilgrimage

aren’t you that mountain?

in the dawn at the tomb of not-Shams
you prayed and prayed to be not-found

who is the sun inside you?
who was it who left me then? are you that?


and the prayer condensed against the familiar sounds
his chair scraping against the floor

and the pure dread you felt as he walked out the back door—
knowing he would never return, that you would go mad,

spend years looking for him…that you would never find him...
so what do you say about it?


somewhere in the world now
at every moment

Shams is dropping behind the mountains
into the night—


at the fountain in the village square
the books are still weeping, asking to be rescued—


even the mountains are bending down
to try to help them—



dear I do not mourn:





you Are

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written by jia.

  ..so lately i have been in this stay-up-till 7am, ungrammatical, nostalgic, talk to myself. paranoid, insomniac, wide eyed, and a little intense. okie maybe little is an understatement. wish i knew if i wanted stability more than the complete range of emotions and melodrama. if only life could be summarized in one simple word...good or bad. -im too young to be stuck somewhere in the middle, sitting on a fence and whining about it. no, i cant write an intro for myself, hence i ask you to read the damn blog. maybe.. you'll find out more through my posts. n in the meanwhile take a panadol handy.. .

tell me you luv me..

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dynasty -

One crow sorrow
Two crows mirth
Three crows a joining
Four crows a birth
Five crows lucky
Six crows cold
Seven crows a secret
Never to be told

mantra -
 

- Lately...

 When I was a child
a story was told
about the devil
and a girl so bold.
He offered her riches,
a fortune of gold,
and lovers abound.
But she lifted her soul,
she lifted her soul clean.
Like the story was told
on a dark country road
the same man appeared to me...

But I reached, I reached
through the rain to the Devil's feet.

Now twenty years later
to the place I return where I scorned the angels
for a passion that burned.
There set in a tree
a knot twisted and turned,
the face of a creature Hell bound.
So long ago
could my mind've played jokes on me?
As darkness sets in,
unavoidable sin,
the truth I try not to believe....

That I reached, I reached
through the rain to the Devil's feet.

-by Azure Ray

 

ode to meaning..

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One Tree Hill - New Zealand.
Dedicated to Xulfee Bhai, who chose to die in the Summer of 2003 Oct 7.

calm before the storm

_________________

Numb by Linkin Park

And i know
I may end up failing too
But i know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you..
I've become so Numb...I can't feel you there.

moon phase
 

calculated distractions

broken promises ..

said he: tum jaisay doosron say bhaagti ho aur chupati ho .. wohi mere saath bhi kiya....  "  

~*~  current mood ...

                 

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