Thursday, 24 September 2015

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

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