Come Take Your Seat I ran until the soles of my spirit wore thin,Banging on the doors of the Absolute,Demanding to be let in.I offered my intellect like a sharp, bright knife,Trying to cut a hole in the fabric of this life,To climb out of the vessel,To escape the human stain,To bypass the horror of …
Each thought arrives in costume,A preacher, a sinner, a sage,Some plead for pleasure,Some howl with rage. A thousand selves parade through me,Each claiming: “I am the real.”But they vanish like smoke in sunlight,Their voices too fleeting to feel. The addict knocks with trembling hands,The monk returns with grace,The doubter questions everything,The lover yearns for a …
“Like the Wind” No voice called the wind,yet it stirred the trees.No thought summoned silence,yet here it is. You see the leaves move,and know, without grasping,there is wind. So too,these thoughts, these voices, these tides of trying,they ripple in something vast. What is it that noticesbut does not move? What is it that hearsbut does …
Note: Correct display of the Urdu script depends on the fonts installed on your device and browser. If it appears incorrect, the website may need to load a suitable Urdu web font. Intro This is an exploration of the powerful and deeply moving Qawwali, “Mehfil Mein Baar Baar,” rendered with profound feeling by the esteemed …
