The Feelings

It was crowded. It was hot. Their hands softly touched each other in what resulted in a stare.

A stare that mixed Red and Black together. Souls becoming one and rising. It was a feeling both could not understand yet they wanted to explore.

As the crowd parted, they each glided toward one another, beginning an adventure that would never end.

- Her Bangles - Her Smile - Her Cuteness - Black Dress - The Ride -

- Awesomeshake

Love

Love

 Something You Earn

Something You Loose

Love

Something Beautiful

Something Horrible

Love

Something Strong

Something Fragile

Love

It Will

Always be a Feeling

You won’t Forget


Love

A Butterfly  A Snowflake A Touch A Smile A Comment

Fragile

A Tear A Laugh A Hug A Child

A Feeling A Thought

Words

A Memory

Words Left Unsaid

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Words can hurt

Words can heal

Words can transform

Words can change

Words are stronger than actions

No matter what they say

Words are heavy

Words are weak

Words can be left unsaid

Or can be said

Words can either bring you down

or

Make you fight back

Absolute Reflection

- Awesomeshake

I never knew or never thought that, that moon would take the shape of a human and come to earth, and that her beauty would throw all the Chinese, Indian, and Mexican beauties into the fire. It never would have come to mind that, that male lion would come from the forest and cover the lovers with blood.

I told my heart "Oh heart once more you're smeared with your own blood. (How this blood comes out of my mouth, I don’t know and she don’t even care or she is unresponsive)"

"Be relaxed" She said.

"Silent, you should come and see his face once." He said silently.

Shall I talk about her face or her character? Shall I praise her bangs or her hair? Her lovely eyes or her cheeks? Or mention her forehead? I've been captivated by her. I'm drunk with the wine. I've fallen down to the ground because of her, from the night until morning I’ve asked god and yelled to everyone to come help me. Where is some paper? I'll make a painting, a face as bright as that beauty that resembles the sun. Then I will set fire to the belongings of water and earth, I’ll burn them all. He turns his face to the sky because of her separation. Answers come from the secret land to both of them. "O lovers, o unhappy ones look here right here. Happiness is to lay an ambush." With this mighty flame, the secrets of good ones or bad come to the surface like the hair inside of milk. Shiraz you endured and waited then clouds came over you. Sheen you’re really patient one, patience is the key to tightness and distress. His love is like soul. It should be hidden like a scream. I should hide so soul can taste her alone. Be Silent, Sheen will grab his ear and pull him from behind the curtain of death.

Mustafa Sallaho alayhe wasallam asked Allah Ta’ala "why are you disdainful of us? Tell us please. What's all this about people? What was the purpose of creating them?" Allah Ta’ala said "O soul of the universe, I was a hidden treasure. I wanted this gift of treasure and the favour to become apparent. I created a mirror, the back is the earth the front is the sky. The back will be even better if it escapes from hypocrisy and ostentation."

If the grape wants to be wine it has to stay in the jar and ferment. If the back wants to be the front it has to be crushed and mended. How can muddy water be a desirable mirror? When it gets rid of the mud it becomes clear. It's well known that with the treatment of the alchemist copper becomes gold. The secret chemist turns copper into gold. Remember god so much that you forget yourself, while you're praying you'll bend. As you know the bazaar of desires is full of deceit and cheating. Shiraz, put your mind into your head. Don't get involved with those useless things. If you want to reach soul the smiling kingdom, smile like a rose in disfavour as well as in favour.

If my Sheen was here, I would drink the wine offered to me. I would learn how to cast a permanent spell from her magician eyes. If my cowardly heart would turn brave and become lion hunter, I would catch one female lioness now, and I’ll put a saddle on it. I would be freed from the oxen of body and I’ll ascend to the sky with the help of beautiful harvest moons. I’ll rule every town I visit, I’ll be the cure for every trouble. I would neither harvest nor sow, I would become absolute reflection. I would be neither wet nor dry, neither hot nor cold. I wouldn't get involved with daily bread or the trouble of life. Neither would I roll over the earth like a ball nor fly to the sky like dust. I wouldn't close my mouth like a bud because of the secret ailment of my heart. I would give up this and the other world be nourished by the glory of god. God says “I was the one sending you from one situation to the other. I am helping the earth like rain helps greenness! I am the pair of everyone, but I am exempt from every pair. I am the one. "When Suleman lost his throne, he started selling fish. If he had stayed out of trouble why would I hurt him? I wouldn't even hurt an ant.” Thorns wouldn't get into the foot of the rose if there were a summer without winter. If that witch-woman's knot were untied from the feet of my soul, I would be hundreds of Shiraz, hundreds of brave ones in spite of the harm of the blind hold of man. My eyes are bright because of you. Your life would be eternal Oh my joy. You understand my life and hundreds like mine would be sacrificed to you.

- Awesomeshake

Playful Heart

Because you were like Art And art wasn't supposed to look Perfect it was supposed to make me feel something.

- Awesomeshake

Give up cheating, oh Lover. Be ruined and Jump right in the middle of the fire, get inside heart, be a moth, be a stranger to yourself. Come, after you give up your house, stay at the same place, and the same house with lover. Go wash your heart clean of hate seven times like trays then come, be a glass of love. In order to deserve the beloved, be pure soul. Wherever your thought goes it drags you behind and pulls you there. Give up thought so that you may walk in front like fate and destiny. Fancies and pleasures are like a lock which closes our heart, be a key. Be a thread of the key. Shiraz says "Hear and learn the language of the birds" yet you have become a trap. The bird escapes from you so don't be a trap, be the nest. If beauty shows her face, fill yourself with her like a mirror, if that beauty opens and spreads her hair in front of you, be a comb. Put your mind in your head, be wise. For gifts and possession you give love as gratitude. Never mind possession and gifts but give yourself to love as gratitude. For some time you were fire, then became wind, then turned into water, became earth. For some time you became an animal stayed around in the animal kingdom. Since you are now trying to be a soul who doesn’t deserves the beloved. With the ability to talk, how long will you stay at the roof at the door? Go into the house, quit using words, and quit talking. Be silent! He is dying.

- Awesomeshake

Deep Heart-Felt

If you are in a deep heart-felt love, suffer through the beloved's grief and torture. If you are not doing this, go and pull thorns for nothing. A soul which looks like pure clear pearl is necessary in order to find the way to the beloved. Get that soul out of your body. Ummmmm, sometimes he plunges in darkness, sometimes he wanders becomes sick of that soul and covers him with words of disgust. Don't look at yourself. Look at me, look and see: no trace of soul is left on me. You are living under guilt like a Murderer. In order to open your eyes take some soil from the steps on which Muhammad (Sallaho Alyhe Wasallam) stood. Put that on your eyes and heart like salve.

You crack me into pieces like an idol. I'll take you to the judge. Nobody asked me to hire a witness. I am a witness completely unindebted. You are the one who is judged. You are the judge. You are the past. You are the future. You are the one who gets into a rage. You are the one who is contented. You appear different with every moment. Sheen my beautiful great love you are me. I am you. You are the torrent. You are joy suffering and grief all at the same time. These are from you. Those are from you. You are pure from this and from that. You are these plains. That mountain is you. You are the valley of kindness. You are the sweetness and drunkenness of close ones. You are the sea full of pearls and the mine full of gold and money. You are the love of talking and the passion of silence. Comprehension is you. You are also ecstasy. The right way justice and reproach are all you. You are Shiraz you are Sheen. You are precious. You are pearl! For you he is like a picture of your brush. If you desire it, you draw a beautiful picture. If you want to draw ugliness then you tear and throw Him to sickness and death. If the pictures knew they all came from the same pen, they would get along fine with each other. Your zeal says "Go away" to him, when he is coming towards you to give his goodness. Your kindness invites him by saying "Yes come here." But your kindness exceeds and attracts him more and more. Like light is superior to darkness, your favour is much greater than your grief. She hooked him with one desire, one fancy and kept pulling him behind her from place to place. You are the one. At first you give desire for ownership for power. Then you give another fancy and grab greatness. Every moment a desire comes from the land of soul to the body without the knowledge of the one who divides destiny and says like a child "This is mine. This castle is mine." I’ll be silent. I'll close my mouth so that this world won't become mixed up and confused. You cannot be explained with words. What can I say more or less?

- Awesomeshake

Sheen Elif Haa Ye Noon

"I Would Love To See Stars With You"
- Awesomeshake

Stars and that lovely sky both fall in love after seeing your face, which is more beautiful than the moon. Sheen your face is beautiful, your eyes, your brows and that moon shaped moles are also beautiful. That different charm of yours is beyond beauty. Sky doesn't have a soul of Layla like you, nor a beautiful Majnoo like me. In fact the world has never seen this kind of Layla and Majnoo. The smart person will know and will be a charmer who has heart like me and beautiful like you, but there won't be any resemblance to them in this dark muddy land. You’re the pivot of seven mills, you are a gold mine, and at the same time a rare and precious thing. Since I am a whole unpierced pearl never mind raw or never mind mature, but I fall asleep in your shadow. Your ears and looks are like (Sheen), your statute life is like (Elif), your eyes are like (Haa), your moles are like (Ye) and your eyebrows like (Noon). Yes because of all these letters of the Arabic alphabet, I have become a student of reading Arabic, Persian, and Urdu (Sheen Elif Haa Ye Noon). You’re the beauty who is balanced in every way, since I’ve fallen in your love how can I be balanced? You’ve asked me "Are you going to wait for me, I’ll talk to my mom for you". The justice of your face has cut the neck of every injustice. The bad thing is that he became drunk on his own blood while you were gone and found what he deserved (death). Sheen my love, you are such a great, that there is no limit to your greatness. You are great on hundreds of levels above greatness. Heart you are such a kind and gracious heart, that my beautiful heart will find peace in the beauty of your face. You’re the one who is nice enough to ask how my choice is! She said “I like your choice (That means she likes herself for me & she was happy)”. Your that kindness towards my love gives peace to my heart. I am alive because of your kindness. The 'heart becomes a circle around the body'. It embraces my body, and wears the same mantle as my soul. In the end both have been submerged in you. You’re the beautiful who did favours for my heart. Here there is no mention of heart's name, no place for soul. On days after the heart is brighter with you nights are happier. Sheen you loved me and I still love you! Throw everything in the fire except love. Beautiful one your words are as sweet as sugar I can’t even forget. If I try something to forget then my heart starts burning. Even your ear-pulling is beautiful (Bigde NavVab). It's an award to hear from you, even if you look down on me. If I didn't hide your secrets I could tell so many things. Then all people top and bottom would know the state of my heart.

- Awesomeshake

Come To Your Senses

Pull yourself together & Come To Your Senses. Don't look so confused, colour of my face is turning to saffron because of that heart-catching tulip-faced beauty. Every moment my business is growing because of that beauty adding joy to my joy. My heart resembles the snow melting every moment wanting to be there all the time because I am from there. People are happier where there is a more orderly life. Come and look at me, I've become crazy from the calls coming from soul. That snow says "I am melting every moment to become a torrent a cascade running to the sea, I am from the sea." I stay alone stand still freeze and become lifeless. I have been chewed between the teeth of trouble please untie your knots like water so that you'll be saved from the torture of those teeth. I will be tightly knotted, naturally I’ll be chewed up crushed beaten. Come To Your Senses. “I am sharp and I know, I cause lots of trouble, I talk too much.” & you know I know only that much. I'm like a reed flute without a head or feet in the hands of the flute player. I become more exuberant every moment foam and froth. I am flying like a mind without wings because I am from the heights. If you are tired of me, look at the sultan (Khwaja Jee) of time, see him so he can give you wisdom. That beauty of a halva maker makes you sweet. You’re the one who is existence to Shiraz who deny existence! You’re the cure for the ill of Shiraz!!

Sheen, When you said "I’ll do what my soul and heart says, I belong to the phoenix (respective people) and I’ll make my soul fly!" enough. I'll be silent stop saying all this. But he won't stop. He keeps saying all these words. In fact I’m like a parrot and her love is sugar. I start talking because of her sugar.

I remember the night when I was in trouble? The night the doctor was with me and removed all the thorns which were stuck in the feet of my body. Remember that night? When I suffered from cancer, who gave me new life? My God. But, Tell me don't go away. Stay here. Come to him. Listen. Remember his favours. Don't do it, Don’t Leave. Those favours were not few. I swear to god there was no doubt about his favours. Come To Your Senses. Remember those favours. Remember. Remember while you still have the opportunity, while there is still time. Once it is over it doesn't matter if you talk about the rose or mention the thorn. He is the sun above, appreciate his value. When you see that, his face resembles the full moon mention that meeting. Remember that moment. Appreciate his eyes, his looks. His time will come again. If you are sure of that never mind talking with others. Dear Doctor, the one who comes to help when she is called, if someone gives two loaves of bread is she worthy of thanks? Once your heart shows the doctor is small and worthless, that her heart has been dead, from then on it doesn't do any good to yell "Remember this dead carcass", even if you become like that don't give up. Remember the spring of Friends and the rose garden like the seed in the soil in autumn. Don't remember last year if your work turned to pure gold. If your clothes were not pawned to the one who washed them. And if this year of yours is like a pearl. Isn't it stupid getting involved with the rose knowing how temporary it is? That's the pity. Don't even mention it.

- Awesomeshake

Ladder Of Eternity

Autumn is coming. The time of joy and cheer is here, rain has gone. With the grace of god, who pardons all mistakes and sins that we have passed the dangerous season. God is revealed to you saying "We forgive your sins. Don't worry about the things you've lost. Be content, for contentment is the best virtue." There are many who say secretly that we are the only ones who know his (God’s) favour. Never mind this, we know his secret. Don't pay much attention to things already seen and heard. People, the secret is in you, don't ask for it from a stranger from the one who comes and goes. There is no use in something which has already been explored. Look at all the humiliated people, most of them have seen the light of the right way. Once the moon is split by their curtain won't be raised again. O our God, who has compassion favour, if you don't pity us who will? To lead us the right or wrong way is all under your power and the rest is illusion and deception. “O desire, where is purification realization? How long will you struggle with the rhyme? We have clean dispositions and we eliminate grief and anxiety” - Voice came to soul. If my words scattered my love, then the one who protects and watches me has grown spread. Love is a long.... very long time for us and my beautiful Sheen is with me. This is such a secret that it's hard to talk about, It is such a sword that it gleams too much. The sun cannot be hidden in the early morning unless a sorcerer puts a spell on it. “O magician who closes our eyes in the night, you've already put us under your spell. Comfort us now or accept the place where we choose to live.” - He Said. That is the place of insomnia. Now it is a pleasure to travel or to make a stop on the journey. Love cheated with me after it makes me happy. “You repair the damage with your kindness, Yaa Rasulallah (Sallaho Alyhe Wasallam)” - He Said. Prophet Mustafa (Sallaho Alayhe Wassalam) said “Produce no harm, we will consider what we'll do about you.” They said "We'll open your ears, we'll put a pillar where you stand, and you are the light of humanity."

Here is the ladder to reach you, here are the steps of that ladder to reach eternity. Give the blessings of that destiny which entertain us at that stage. Real life is your life, real death is yours, this world is yours, the next world is yours, and this is the reward given to the one who gives thanks to god. Be silent Sheen, don't think too much unless you have nothing else to do. There is no place to hide where the wind of love blows.

- Awesomeshake

Denial Of Her Words

I am looking at your face, I gave up the flowers and sweetness, I am lost in the view of your eyes, I gave up the wine (Love) and the wine maker, I pawned my house, I demolished the business, and gave up my work. Love kept looking at all our belongings, I gave up profits and losses and outsourcing business. It is impossible for one hand to get involved with love, the other hand to worry about name, fame and honour but I gave up shame, bashfulness and modesty. The land of joy and inner calmness was given to me, but I gave up the wealth and poverty of "more or less". My head has exalted over the top of the sky, because I gave up head and heart with the pleasure of love.

“What” – She Said

“Are you denying the love we shared?” – He Asked

*Conversations were continued till midnight*

Next day, he writes “I gave up the declaration and denial of her words, only god knows our secrets and that is more than enough”. We have given up the evils of the bad ones and the deceits of the deceitful. So how the lesson, that love gave us could be forgotten. At last we gave up talk about love and being involved with a war of words or repeating the same word again. Whatever you do secretly grows and becomes apparent, sow any seed you desire. I give up the magnet of the companions who attract us and make us talk, I have given up talking. This way we even gave up the sun that whirls around the sky.

You changed my soul, Moment by moment to different shapes inside of the body. You’re closer to me more than my thoughts. Of these subtle points, why should I think of the past or the future?

– Awesomeshake

Her Curtain's Of Greatness

Adam Sey Laayi Hai Hasti Mein, Aarzoo e Rasool

Kaha Kaha Liye Phirty Hai, Justujoo e Rasool



Ajab Tamasha Ho Maidan e Hashr Mein Bedum

Kay Sab Ho Peshay Khuda Aur Mein, Roobaru e Rasool

Hang around with lovers, always choose love. Don't be a friend for even one moment to the one who is not a lover. If my beloved will kindly uncover her face from the curtains of greatness, go and admire her open face and see the face of someone who has a trace from her face. Watch the beauty when the sun shines on her forehead, Sun put its cheek to her cheek and gave such a light that when Shiraz sees her face, he passes out and falls to the ground that his inside and outside consist of milk and honey. The peerless beloved hugged her so much and took her in his arms, that he now smells of the beloved's smell, no smell of that soil is left on her. She is such a morning that she has no whiteness, such an evening that there is no colour to paint it, She is such an individual that she has no side or back, such a living being that she doesn't resemble this life. Why should the sun borrow light from the sky? Why should the rose sapling ask for smell from the jasmine? Be silent like fish and become pure and clean like sea water, so you will quickly obtain pearl and jewel. Treasures let me tell you secret, don't tell anyone. Do you know who has all these qualities? It’s my Sheen, the one who praise God for all the blessings.

I see from your face and from your smell that you are mad, you took your heart from the friend who loves, protects and feels sorry for you, because of the shape of the objects that come from your face resembles the sun. My back is hunched like the sky, my chest is dark blue, your angry eyes look like thrown arrows, because of them hundreds of stature like straight arrows bend down like bows, my questioning made you mad, close your lips because of the sorrow of my questions. No heart, no soul and no tongue is left in me, your favour was a ladder to the roof of kingdom and the house of fortune, you have given up all these favours and break the ladder. You’re the one whose image became the soul of Shiraz. In the name of God, my begging is not just to save my soul. Remember one night you wanted a sign, a trace, a love, and Shiraz, from the soul, I’ll show that to you one day. For the sake of that nights put that black flicky hair around my neck, pull me like a drunk, and pull so that soul will go with joy at the land of absence. Your hair becomes a club, heart is a ball and heart will roll with your club. Establish the bench of justice at “Medina” town of true lovers, Our Mustafa’s (Salallaho Alyhe Wassalam) town, where the throne would be enlightened and earth would give praise.

- Shirazian

Handful Of Love

#Awesomeshake #Shirazian

God makes our joy clean and eternal and keeps me close to you. God is our witness to that condition. Dad Jacob, turn your face and look at my hands, Sheen’s hand left an imprint on my hands. Shiraz became like a separated lover, if that hand print had a language it would tell of its trouble saying "Listen Sheen, you’re nice and graceful one" saying it without a mouth or lips. They said “We are also the print of Sheen's hand, separated from that hand, feel pity for us and make sure that our actions belong to us only”. In appearance and in reality he (Allah) is the one who knows, because the shell moves when it contains the pearl. Be silent now, it is enough that those words kept coming even after they had been repelled.

I am the one who has lost all his patience because of you, also the one who reaches and stays with you. My heart is hurt with your thorn, sing and enjoy because of your spring everything which exists from sky to earth is talking and silent at the same time, they also become restless like the hearts of lovers, because of you everything is praying for our love, our separation. They fall in your dreaminess, every being has turned upside-down because of you, even if they are not aware of you, how strange it is to look at you, and see with you, how nice to wait for you, to long for you, what would the cypress and garden do if the raven had no eye no perception? Did you hear the wail of the nightingale? I am the one who gives my will and choices to you. I am the one who gave up work and business, ignored the clients, buyer and seller, and got involved in only your work and your business. I gave up the sea and the bridge, I ran away from part or whole. What do I do to the face of the rose? Your rose-face is not there what do I do with this dead life, this frozen body and soul, these two or three days of counted time? I have become involved with your count. My heart, eyes and ears eat your honey and drink, handmade Seera (Halva), also your handmade sharbat of Muharram, they open flowers every moment just to scatter them for you, they get healed from your breeze & sweeteness, don’t become rude or change behaviour for the one who says Aameen on your words and prayers. Remember, God knows the secrets of hearts and prayers. From now on I will leave this soul in this body to the silence, but your zeal which gives soul and attracts hearts won't let me be silent and I know it is impossible to hide like prey in the land of silence, because neither prey nor hunter can avoid being hunted by you. Every existence grows with your smell and is purified with your separation. The laughter of everything and everybody is His (Allah) work and His gift.

Jacob : Yusuf_S (Father)

- Shirazian

Heart ! Oh My Heart !!

When your face is hidden like a moon, heart of the sky becomes confused but when you give your heart to the earth, every heart is enlarged and becomes the universe. When you please other hearts both worlds become heart. All my hearts turn to earth and my heart start to play beat and flutter. There would be such a fire in the sky that even angels would start screaming because the pain and smoke of lovers ascend to heaven. Jealousy of your love gushes out blood from the veins of me and this blood appears like sunset in the sky, which turns the sky into blood. When is that time coming that the earth will tremble because of you, this place of heart become a placeless place? When spring starts smiling with the image of my beloved (Sheen), her face scatters roses. You are my bright eye, if you would kindly favour and look at me once what would you lose Sheen? Even if I bend my head to the wind like trees, I am nice because my eyes my sight are gardeners to the garden of your beauty. If I become your drunken love, pass out of myself just like being (Ajeeb) and I’ll act funny, walk funny, talk funny, I’ll become clown for you and if I cannot hold my head up, so who will be surprised at that? Heart of that world of emptiness is so full of the beloved that even its trees turn into a tongue to give thanks to the beloved, when the trees raise their heads from the ground a voice comes saying "Whatever you hide will come to the surface" sweet basil opens its face of obstinacy to the double rose the rose says to the basil "Wait I’ll tell you when the time of trial comes" How funny that this hungry wolf keeps acting like a shepherd to this herd. All the wolves changed into shepherds as thieves turned into guards, since god is the one guarding. What robber will steal from the lover? Don't rush, the table is set in the garden lots of foods and favours are put on it. Soon the time will come for the meal and they will call you. Don't stay away from the friend zone of Sheen, because of the scratches of the thorns. An armed friend is needed at the caravan. Be silent oh my heart, one who wishes and desires always stays silent, their silence tells the seriousness of their wishes and desires.

Sheen, beauty of charmer Shiraz come. Have a happy time, I am very happy with you and I hope you are the same. Our situation and condition are nice; the same to yours the wheel of fortune and destiny will also be well I hope. We reached this condition because of God; I make an oath on your soul your head, which the wine (Love) and that happy moment offered us with a big jar is still in our head even your glass is yelling because of the power of your wine (Love). The moment which you are in is also yelling because of the brightness of this joy. The place where you stay is boasting so much it cannot fit in any place. Your time pierces and goes through the mountain like Monkey.

- Shirazian

Your Modesty Ashamed Me

"The Optimism Of Revolution"

Sheen your face becomes red because of shyness, should I beware of you or your modesty? Rose saw your face and turned into hundreds of colours. Why is your rose face reddened? I have seen hundreds of mantles with love, and I took different measures but your bashfulness has ruined them all in one moment. The clean & clear bashfulness of yours is behind the curtain of absence, this apparent shyness is only the dregs of that. That was poured on your face like rose & heart which became a stove is melted and turned into water after seeing your bashfulness. My god what is that? What did your modesty do to the sober one? The mountain that is made of rock and soil became blood. I am scared of the behaviour that you’ve brought in your veins. Change for the sake of His (God’s) favours towards you, and come to this needy and unhealthy Shiraz.

He quit making a noisy uproar. There must be some reason for that either he hide his grudge and he became good and forgiving or either when you have the chance to quit your uproar or pull out the root of hatred layer by layer from your heart. Don't get hurt from bad friends, be offended from your own faults the enemy is yourself and your reflection, don't think double, don't be offended by others boasting and stinginess be offended by yourself, because the river is frozen only in the winter time. The one who is heated by love is not hurt by other's coldness, the one who is hot in July, looks for snow. The anger of the mother it is full of gentleness toward the beautiful faced children, that anger also resembles parts of the earth but that earth grows fruits of different kinds, colours roses. There are also other parts which grow thorns and both are the same colour, but one is this and the other is different. There is no snake in the grave but you seemed like the basket of snakes. Face, looks, colours it doesn't matter if it’s from a Negro or a Hindu or the tribe of Quraish or from some higher family. They all have the same Heart and they all do the same thing, substance or attributes are all made of soil but look and see, some at a lower the other a higher level. Every particle resembles a beggar's cup on his road he fills, this one with gold the other one with dirt and ashes. He is such an artist that he has such an art, he makes good give birth to bad from infidel to faithful, then he brings good again from bad. It is a pity you say feel sorry for me or you are spending too much, you say what I spend is not mine. I expend her wealth. And you don't know this capital, the profit, the earning of both worlds cannot be gained by working here and there, but can be obtained only by generosity spend for yourself. Offer to your friend because your ambition and greed never come to an end. Climb to the sky like pumpkin ivy, without hands and feet insist on generosity. Say no to greed open your hand, your palm like Shiraz's hand, which was grown at Nizam.

- Shirazian

Regrets & Favours

#Awesomeshake____________#Shirazian

This time I really got involved with love and separated completely from devoutness. I tore down my heart, I'm alive with something else and I burned the mind from the bottom up did the same with the heart and thoughts. People don't expect me to act like an ordinary human anymore, I fell in such reflection that not even the insane could think my thoughts; the insane have seen my craziness and run away from me with foaming mouths. I joined with death and I flew to the land of nothingness, my mind is totally annoyed with me today she tried to scare me as though I’d never seen her before. Why should I be afraid of her? I've dressed a different form for her, how can I be a treasure? I've been hidden in the corner because I care neither for the bowl of stars nor the table of fortune. For the poor I lick so many plates and fall in so much disgrace just because of the donkey's jealousy and evil eye. I’ve been engulfed by blood in the dungeon of flesh dragging my bloody shirt on the ground. I entered this world's jail for only one affair, otherwise where am I? Where is the jail? Whose goods did I steal? I am nourished by blood like an embryo inside the mother's womb. Man is born once, how many times have I’ll been born? Look at me carefully as long as you want still you won't recognize me, because you haven't seen enough of me. I have hundreds of attributes get in my eyes, look at me through my eyes, I have chosen a different mansion beyond the eyes, you're drunk with wine (Love) I’m drunk without it, you're a lover with a smile but I keep smiling without mouth or lips, I am such a funny bird that when I was hungry I flew from the meadow into a cage, there was no hunter no trap with friends so cage is better than the garden and meadow for the honour of Noor.* I stayed at the bottom of the well and I made my home there. Don't cry because of the suffering he gives you, don't complain because you're sick, I’ve bought these troubles by giving hundreds of sweet lives. The silkworm is busy knitting silk but Sheen listen to me I’m also a silkworm, I keep knitting trouble winding the silk of trouble, I’ve been decaying in the grave of flesh, go to my archangel who will blow the last trumpet for me. I will be resurrected, I’ve gone to pieces by sleeping in this grave of flesh no you should close your eyes by yourself like an experienced falcon, don't say you dress in heavy garments like a peacock kneel down in front of the doctor and ask for an antidote. Because, in this mighty trap I’ve drunk so much poison and so much poison that you'll be sweetened in front of the person who sells sweetmeats. Your soul will be light and sweet, I haven't heard anything but "come on" from the soul's sweetmeat, he makes you sweetmeat itself which is better than giving it to you. I haven't found any place to get the taste or to hear of the sweetmeats except from her lips. Be silent while talking, you may drop the sweetmeat from your mouth like me. Everyone else can get the smell without words and every unripened grape is yelling "Yaa Rasulallah (Sallaho Alayhe Wassalam) come help me, I’m crying from tastelessness and immaturity"

Really, we have opened your door now, so don't separate your friends from yourself and don't send them away. Don't worry about the one who separates her from you, don't dirty your clothes just stay clean and thanks to god with the strength of the religion in which I believe he did us a favour and gave us the power to praise him. Don't close your door then. Listen carefully when God says : Dear friend, Don't be sad I gave you wealth, I made you rich, don't deceive, don't cheat anyone, I gave you strength and power, made your heart brave, don't be afraid, don't love your name & your fame. My God open our hearts and increase our dignity, show us our full moon. I don't have any god but him (Allah). Every creature has received his help, his goodness, his kindness, and kept his promise. You don't deprive the one who comes after you, either the words smell heart and heart appears from the words so just say something which will be worth accepting, don't let the people around you down.

Noor* - (Azhar_S)

- Shirazian

Last Night Story !!

Do you know where you can find me? Around that eye, that narcissus which is pregnant to all instigation's. When that beauty reflects on my heart, her image appears and shines. When my heart breaks its dam and overflows and run, it becomes impossible to control the heart’s baby, who is full of love, gets in fights & starts struggling. Then the time of nursing passes and he starts running. The heart learned this hustling from her fire of love, which is flying from the chest & jumping & escaping. All he learned from her.

If you don't want to sleep, you sit I'll go to sleep. You stay like a moan idol and I’ll keep telling my story. Now, I finished mine, I finished that story, and I have too much sleep. Stagger like falling down either asleep or awake. I am thirsty for that beloved, whose image is always my company. I am like a mirror, which depends on that face, because of that, I show her attributes and I hide her attributes. When she smiles, I smile. When she is exalted scattered open, I am the same. You tell me the rest those pearls of meanings. That I have been threatening and which are in your threat which comes from your sea.

Written : 01:15 A.m.  18 September, 2015

- Shirazian

Ehraam e Junoon

Hum Ne Bandha Hai Teray Ishq Mein Ehraam e Junoon

Hum Bhe Dekhenge Tamasha Teri Lai Lai Ka

Make sure of that creed, that the way of lovers is the road where lovers walk entirely opposite to others, even their ostentation's, their lies are better than other's truths, kindnesses and favours. There is nothing impossible for Sheen, her guilt is a meritorious act, her cruelty is justice, and her false accusation is a compliment. A favour the stern face of love is like a soft smile. The thorn she pokes is better than the rose. When she is tired and bored that gives her a better feeling than being hugged and kissed. If She says "I am tired of you" these words are like the fountain of life of khizr which comes from the source of eternal life. When She says "No, it is impossible to be with you" there are thousands of "Yes, it is possible" hidden in her words. When she acts strange, that is acceptance in the creed of people in ecstasy. Her cursing becomes total faith & her stone changes into coral, her greed is a favour, and her guilt and sin are mercy and forgiveness. How can you blame me and accuse me of going the wrong way? I gave my soul and followed the way of her eyebrows. That's the direction I went, if I became drunk (Lost in Love) from this road then I’ll stop. I’ll be silent, close my lips. How much sugar are you spreading Sheen? You are telling hundreds of truths through my tongue bringing hundreds of clear proofs.

I am out of myself but, I want to go beyond that. I could say to your eyes "Here that's what the drunk (Love) is, like I want that kind of drunkenness" My beautiful beloved grabbed my hand and asked me what I wanted? "That's all I want" - I said. I neither want a crown, nor a throne, I want to tell my secrets to the breeze at dawn to you, I want to make you my company, but really if I want a great confidant I should discuss it with you. I grabbed the doorknob of the place people wear Ehraam (Cloth of Hajj). I am at Haram (Kaaba). Out of all disasters I was dropped into a drunken slumber, in which you put your seal on me. I want the imprint of your ring. Sheen, there is another moon hidden in my heart (Love of Almighty). I know this very well. Now I have knowledge of certainty (ilm al-yaqin), but I want to see neat and clear and I want to reach vision of certainty (ain al-yaqin).

- Shirazian

Pleasures Of God

"Sheen Raa Elif Zauien"  Ko "Sheen Elif Haa Yei Noon" Sey
"Ain Sheen Qaaf" Hai.

Who is the one who gives grief to the heart? But when you cry at his mosque, your grief is sweetened. At first he appears to be a snake and in the end he becomes a treasure a pearl. He is such a sultan that He turns suffering into sweet pleasure. He makes the devil into the most beautiful girl in heaven and changes mourning into a wedding party. He makes a wise man out of one born blind he enlightens the dark, and turns the thorn into a rose garden. He pulls the sliver out of our palm and makes a cushion out of rose petals. He gives fire to his Ibrahim Alyhe Salam, but he transforms the fire of nimrod into the roses of august. He is the one who gives light to the stars. He is the one who helps the needy. He does favours for his creatures then he gives praise to them. He drops the guilt of the guilty, like autumn leaves and suggests words of apology to the ear of the one who says bad things about him. God says “O loyal man ask for forgiveness for your guilt” & when the man starts praying he secretly says "Aameen", Because he knows the Aameen of the one to whom he gives the pleasure of praying, after prayers he turns that person inside out like a fig sweet and beautiful. He gives power to hands and feet in a good work and bad in such a pleasure that the body assumes the strains of Shiraz. With enjoyment the lean man becomes Shiraz, without it Shiraz falls into pain and suffering, if this pleasure is not the companion of the soul then the soul won't have peace and quietness. I sent the soul to Sheen in early dawn to praise Almighty & he knows the way to go.

Since I have seen your glory the world has fallen into disesteem in my eyes and given up the surmise of existence. Lightning has flashed from the place that has no beginning of the beginning. The whole universe has burned to ashes when the glory of union opened the flag and we fell into pieces. We're separated from the motherland, that's why we're tired and in trials how can one be confident when he is away from his country? The cupbearer grabbed a glass, instead of the religious books. A spark dropped on our shirt from that hot glass we are burning.

When the lover breathes

Flames spread through the universe.

One breath shatters this illusionary world into particles. The world becomes an ocean from beginning to end and the ocean disappears in its majesty if this were made manifest for even a second to the people there would be no humanity left. Smoke rises to the sky so thick that no human no angel can exist there. Suddenly a fire comes out of this smoke and covers the whole sky; the sky splits at that moment time space and existence all disappear. An uproar fills the world a wedding joy descends after the mourning. Sometimes he puts fire into water, sometimes water extinguishes the fire, sometimes he blows a wind to send the waves of the sea of absence to the eighth level of the atlas sky, and even the sun loses its light because of the brilliance of a human's soul. Don't ask anything from the people when even the confident talk little of the secret in front of My this secret: Mars loses it masculinity, Jupiter burns its book, The moon's greatness disappears and its joy turned into grief, Mercury becomes stuck in mud, Saturn burns with fire, Venus loses its posture and starts striking tunes of joy, there will be neither rain nor rainbow neither wine nor glass no drink no cheer no salve for the wound. Water doesn't form designs, wind doesn't cover the ground, the garden doesn't become beautiful, and April's rain doesn't kiss the earth, neither illness nor remedy stays, neither friend nor enemy there is, neither reed flute nor melody, neither a high-pitched tune nor a low one is played. Stay behind the cupbearer, received wine soul & says “God is Great” heart says “God Knows Better”. Get up look at the painter of eternity has started to work again to design unmatched figures on the clothes of the creatures he desires. God started a fire to burn all untrue things, fire burns the heart and takes him to the middle of that universe.

         It’s time to be quiet, engulfed in silence, it's impossible to count all the favours and kindnesses that I have received from the “Pleasures Of God”.   - Siraz Saiyed

- Shirazian

Don't Excite Her

#Awesomeshake

My Heart doesn’t run away from the Sheen, she is good for the patient ones, just like someone who stayed away from her. Don't excite her, don't wake the troublemaker. She thinks I am already someone who looks for trouble every time. I can't leave her; I can't give up on her, I can't wash my hands of her, but don't excite her and don't wake the troublemaker. I am head of the lovers and master of wanderers. I am in love with Awesomeshake. Don't ask me how I am, look and see you drowned yourself in the blood even worse than that, but don't stir. I am Shiraz, you cannot read this writing because you are earthbound, you don’t know about what he writes, you don’t even know yourself, I am scared and worried because I know you're soft hearted, your patience, your anxiety, I know how you stay in troubles, I can’t see you crying or yelling. Please forgive him for the sake of god and with the favours of god. I Love You to the moon & back, you only know this much.

My soul is wondering about your presence and dying to know how I could dare to talk with you. My head is rising from every place you step and wanting to know how I could wash my hands and wondering how I could give up on you. Only God knows what fragrance I got from my beloved, and the day I started flying are the pleasure of your fragrance. My head will wail hundreds of times, my every hair weeps miserably if your hangover decreases in my head. I emptied the house; I arranged your property and possessions in order to increase your love day by day. I have been melting declining with the love of Aweomeshake.

All day I was with you and my day has passed with all kinds of happiness. Alas I am afraid, you'll leave me by saying goodnight, you are saying goodnight how will the fire be good? Your separation is like fire, even worse than that your lover couldn't live without you at night. He would die, but suddenly your beautiful image comes to my eyelashes, she asks about me, she starts caring and loving, giving me smiley’s, showing me crunchy teeth, talking with me. That’s the only way I could survive. You told in my ears a few words “to pair with you, to unite with you” don't deny it how could I know this secret otherwise? I have heard your secret I will have the night as my witness, but night has seen so many guilty ones and knows He worships secretly, crying because of guilt and asks for forgiveness. I wonder if it would be my witness.

- Shirazian

Meeting Place 1

- 500 Days Of Summer

#Summer #Tom
#Awesomeshake #Shirazian 

Written On Same Day The First Meeting.

                - Midnight - November, 2014

Today I am smiling and happy because that good fortune is coming. My beautiful Princess of Princess is coming today, I will break my vow I’ll throw away my diet because of the beauty of Almighty is coming from the land of Surat. I go swaying like a drunken lover I’ll go secretly in the direction of that Sheen. Searching & asking along the way the stately palace of Vishram is built. The sky has untied its turban and is walking with great difficulty because it's coming from the assembly of the beauty. Suddenly a voice came to my heart : “Shiraz, follow our orders be faithful to us, don't go buy on terms, look orders are coming today, be enlightened like the sky, blossom like the rose garden, try to swim like a fish that endless sea is coming, come to your senses. Don't look at me in the sky, look at yourself because the smell of saffron makes the one who talks & laugh, you came back again clapping your hands and you'll ruin the houses again. Because the bright sun is coming to the run-down places. Shiraz, you stayed at home you've grown in the shade, now go outside because the sun turns ordinary stone into the ruby of your beloved.”  Sometimes he is bloody and other times he drinks blood, sometimes he takes care of the ill and cures them. Especially he is the hopeless one because he came from their side look. For the drunken lovers, today hear my secrets. Those words are coming from sky and falling all over the place in utter confusion.

The soul who is not in love with the faithful is so disloyal. God will curse the one who is not in love with the grace of god. Sheen, you deserves these words: “His eyes haven't moved from what he has seen!” “He has visited all around the country, has also seen many Beauties, but he wasn't in love with any of them”. Next moment, I heard this from a bunch of fairies they gathered at the door of the town and they said "Give a house in the village, to the one who doesn't like our Prince city". Pity the fish that falls on dry soil; pity the copper that hasn't been in love with chemistry. Where is the soul that hasn't tried to merge with his origin? Why won't iron fall in love with the magnet? The door of death is closed to him he can't escape soon he doesn't deserve to live yet he isn't in love with death.

The spring of the lovers has come to make the earth a garden and meadow a voice. It’s heard from the sky for the bird of soul to fly the sea which is filled with Precious Pearls and at the same time bitter water becomes a river of Kauser. Stone turns to ruby in the mine at the same time the body becomes soul. The eyes of lovers rain a flood like clouds but their heart shine’s like lightning in god's clouds. Do you know why the eyes of lovers turned into clouds with love? Because that moon was hidden in the clouds, what a happy joyful moment it is when those clouds cry, my god what an auspicious moment it is when those lightning’s laugh, there is not even one drop that comes to earth out of those hundreds of thousands of drops, if one did It would destroy the whole world, the whole world would be ruined by love. The one who is bound with six dimensions be oppressed by sorrow, or not. After rain, at the same time those seeds will shove up from the ground, grow and become date palms. There will be a day when that root raises its head above the ground and becomes a new branch, even if a few of the branches become dry, then the rest of them will bud and grow those dried branches burn and become fire. This fire is good for the people like soul lovers, if this is not the case then the opposite is: one either becomes green or becomes fire.

              “Something is closing my mouth, I am at the edge of the roof and at the same time I am drunken lover, the thing which admires you is also admire him”. - He Said, Rubbing his eyes.

- Shirazian