“When love cost you it’s a costly thing when it buys you it’s a free gift”.
Many English poets said, "Love is divine" and many Urdu poets said, “Ishq ibaadat hai”. Is love between a men and women can be worship, let’s suss out. God made male and female only two kinds of gender in humans, the first man on earth was Adam and first woman was Eve. Does anybody know what the relation between Adam and Eve was? Was they were siblings, Husband and wife or in any other relationship what in human life generally exist. It is written in the Bible that the bond that was nurturing between them was feelings and senses like fear, conscience, entice, care, happiness, sorrow and all the emotions gradually developed in them as life began to extend. A sense of liking and worry created between them, when Adam was hurt Eve worry for him and if Eve lost anywhere he worries for her that’s why after sometime they became as Husband and wife because all that senses came into one feeling which was actually developed and turned into a relationship between them was Love, so the first feeling existed on earth was Love. God made many other living beings such as animals and the fact is that they also have two opposite genders- male and female. What is the purpose of God behind it, obviously nobody knows except God. So firstly God wanted humans to love God and secondly to love each other, hence Love is a consecrated thing or a holy attribute. In fact God gifted a natural quality to every living being to understand this feeling and after understanding it love God because if there’s was no love between our ancestors we would have been unaware of what love was so God created love between man and woman to seek the truth and understand that Love is a truth. It’s the best way of worship as if we truly understand what love is then we’ll come closer to God as spiritual nature of God is love. It is said that if one’s love for other person is true then their love for God will definitely be true. Some people think that why there are sorrows and obstacles in true love the answer is God test you that if you are subjected to grief you still remember God or forget when you get loads of happiness, Truth is always profound and if you want to achieve it you will have to struggle for it. I remember a quote which my late Grandfather told me, “Misfortunes befall him his qualities are put to test.” So Love is a sacred feeling, do not try to impure it, corrupt it and manipulate it. The very important thing comes out of it is that, “It is not said to be true love when your love for God lessens and you forget to worship, it’s only be true when love for God never decrease just because of worldly success.” When you truly love someone that true love becomes worship. So don’t let love cost you but let it purge your heart and make you true human.
It's a series of poems with a tale of many heartbroken lovelorn peoples which anyhow resemble the instance of their tragedies.In these poems the pain and feelings are described,What a person feels when their loved ones ditch them or abandon them or humiliate them and the smoldering flow of grief when a person remains alone,the pain of loneliness is evicted.
PAIN OF IVORY TOWER
Well, it’s long time ago, I spoke to you
You mingle up frankly giving me a clue
To make you my good and true friend
But every time I coax myself and intend
Before you my mind and heart get blurred
As I had a kerfuffle that made me perturbed
I wanted you to understand my point
And expected that it will not disappoint
Me, but once by the heart’s provocation
Without striving more without much sensation
Not finding you in the place I threw the letters
That thereafter pierces and scatters
My luck never disposed way to the goal
Every time the longings burn to coal
That happens again with a new get up
Clouds of murk has a beautiful set up
Thenceforth you lingers me and evoke my
Never-surfeited heart more desirous but shy
Treated my furor abruptly inserting more
Depth in my woes which on the shore
Welled up my eyes with the watery jewel
As you never sound my weep whenever I tell
Is it love or hate when truth and lie date?
Is it my life’s drama or my fate?
In an ultimate aftermath your ignorance
Gave me an undefined power
Ohh! So inexplicable became the
Pain of Ivory tower...
HEARTBREAK
When the heart burns it burns like a volcano
It takes the whole with its every blow
A mirror displays an image but when it breaks
To reincarnate indefinite time it takes
But then also it displays the same image
Same is the case of heart; it is a love’s cage
A piece of broken glass when touches you wound externally
But the spine of a broken heart hurts deeply and internally
When a mistake turns into a blunder, it corrects itself
When love takes someone’s life it is it’s compelled self
A smoke turns into light makes the eyes blind
Then only true love you will see in the mind
Then it fades away sneaking your insight
And leaving a fathomless mark on the heart
Making the feelings filled into it to fight
Then at every dark flow of memories start…..
Smoldering Tears
Along that bay of eyes
Showering its dew over the cheeks’
Believe me that will rise
Through the nights of several weeks
As when the smoldering turn
Into the wet shores, its memory flow
That makes a backwater to earn
A moment of life by which the heart grow
And tides of many beautiful times
Make a picture in the mind’s television
All that rhythm and rhymes
Of melody of love has its wonderful season
That can provoke never-surfeited
Dreams and hopes to be still alive
And a solace that’s not defeated
By the destinies blow but strive
On and on as long as the destination
Will not be reached, these are
The conditions that define a smallest tear
That come over eyes and leave scar
Of the heart’s wound, but the pain
The loneliness, feelings has no sound
If it has a voice in the vain
Then not a single sorrow will surround.
HERMIT
Loneliness is stone
Than on hitting the ground yields
No sound no tone
A profound seclusion is a sign of solitude
Chat with mind and give heart gratitude
Dark colors mesmerize you the beautiful woes
Under which en route the life goes
A hovel or a hermitage all mean the same
Searching truth is a very long and obfuscating game
Running for a true friend is a futile chase
It will be the luckiest who win the race
More comfier is a hermit
In as much there’s no one who argue-n-edit
In this ivory tower a seclude tease his own jester
Indeed by the destiny’s blow I am also a sequester
