Ocean without Shores

                                                   LOVE Why is it that the yearning for the Loved One (i.e., the Holy Prophet) is especially strong today? Why is my heart sadder today than even before? Why does longing penetrate every tissue of mine? And why are the eyes shedding tears like a shower of rain?   His shining face appeared to me in a vision, And fragrance emanated in profusion from His tresses; I fainted from the sight of these visions; The hordes of his eyes overpowered me.   His face shines like the full moon; A brilliant light radiates from his brow; His hair is black, and his eyes are bewitching and intoxicated.   His two eye-brows are like cross-bows, Hurling darts of pointed eye-lashes (in al...

                                              GHAZAL                                                        I must utter what comes to my lips. Speaking the truth creates chaos. Telling a lie saves one scarce. I am afraid of both these. Afraid I am both here and there. I must utter what comes to my lips. He who has this secret known. He must peep into his own Lives He in the shrine of peace Where there are no ups and downs I must utter what comes to my lips. It is indeed a ...