Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann

And it all comes down to nothing!

Sad at how life has been for quite some time. There are things you presume you have complete control over but they .. just slip out of your hands.. just like that.. and everything just blows into thin air like vapours.. like a minor movement blows the entire house of cards into ashes!

Why does one put everything one has to achieve just one thing, just one desire his soul has been too tempted to attain! Whats the motivation? Whats behind this strong feeling?

The attainment of a feeling that seems to encompass all his needs and the only thing that makes him feel alive! But yet when he has finally achieved it, putting all his past, present and future at stake just to achieve THAT feeling which makes him proud of himself, the king of the entire universe, he realizes it weighs nothing, shallow, empty!

WHY? All his hard work meant nothing? Was it all futile?! To finally achieve what he wanted once so badly and realizing in the end that it was worthless?

Why The Answer To Prayer Is Delayed – Rumi

Ah! Many earnest suppliants wail forth prayers,
Till the smoke of their wailing rises to heaven.
Yes, the perfume of the incense of sinners’ groans
mounts up above the lofty roof of Heaven.
Then the angels supplicate God, saying,
“O Thou that hearest prayer and relievest pain,
Thy faithful slave is bowing down before Thee.
He knows of none on whom to rely save Thee.
Thou bestowest favours on the helpless.
Every suppliant obtains his desire from Thee.”
God makes answer, “The delay in granting his prayer
is intended to benefit him, not to harm him.
His pressing need draws him from his negligence to Me.
Yes, [it] drags him by the hair into My courts.
If I at once remove his need he will go away,
and will be destroyed in his idle sports.
Though he is wailing with heartfelt cry of ‘O Aider!
‘ Bid him wail on with broken heart and contrite breast.
His voice sounds sweet in My ears.
His wailing and cries of ‘O God!’
in this way [of] supplication and lamentation
prevails with Me altogether.”
It is on account of their sweet voices
that choice parrots and nightingales are jailed in cages.
Ugly owls and crows are never jailed in cages.
Such a thing was never heard of in history.

The disappointments of the pious, be sure,
are appointed for this wise purpose.

5 most important books!

List the 5 most important books you’ve ever read. Don’t think too much, just get a pen, or open a new post, and start listing books. When you’re done, go book and write a sentence or two about why each book ended up on your list. Do you think those books would have been more or less important had you read them at a different time in your life? Or would each one have effected you just as much regardless of when you read them?

aaaah!! Ive been passionate about books all my life!!.. I love them more than anything. Much of what I am and what I think belongs to my most favorite books!! They’ve made me understand life and the world better. They’ve changed my naive perspective of the people and the world. They’ve matured my mind. They’ve taken me out of my preconcieved notions and given my beliefs and thought a strong hold and Im lucky to have read them. I’m sure these five books would have had the same effect no matter whatever the time I’d read them in my life =)

Port Grand

I present you Karachi’s recent and Most peaceful attraction! =)

Just what the Karachiites wanted! The place is a must visit. Located at the scenic Napier Mole Bridge, Port Grand offers tons of destinations for its visitors to freshen up themselves and with its long, narrow Mermaid lane, offers the best Pakistani cuisine that will leave your taste buds happy! =)

the sweet blade of your anger by Rumi

What is the use of going to see a mountain cliff
if your face is not there?

Why hear the secret of secrets
if you are not mentioned?

If Adam and Eve and their family knew nothing of you,
whom should I ask?

What if I get prosperity and honors
and all the satisfactions anyone could want,
and never meet you?

What use is understanding
if I do not see the blade of your anger
with honey curling around it?

What use is water, wedding gifts, Joseph’s soul,
sparks igniting, hair?

The hundreds of lies composing one truth?
The two worlds calling each other<

I praise stray dogs on the street,
lions wandering wilderness, and Shams Tabriz.
It does not matter what I say.

the light inside the face by Rumi

The soul gives off a light. You are that beauty.
How does the soul stand such light?

Great elegant-feathered, many-colored bird
inside whose stretching wing-shadow
even crows become stately messengers,
you grace this unforgivable place with kindness.
You help those who hurt, loosening their knotted hearts.

Oceans disappear and reappear
inside this pearl that you are.

I weep when we meet, asking,
How unfaithful have you been, my friend?

And I cry out loud when we leave each other,
Is this how you stay faithful?

Yet there is joy in being apart,
pleasure even here.

When loving goes truly insane, you are the cause,
because you once lived there in the controlling mind,
and then you left and took all coherence away.

A face opens. You are the face
within the face, the light. Forgive me.

Spillings by Rumi

The mirror inside me shows
I cannot say what, but I cannot know.

I run from body. I run from spirit.
I do not belong anywhere.

I am not alive.
Do you smell the decay?

You talk about my craziness.
Listen rather to the honed-blade sanity I say.

This gourd head on top of a dervish robe,
do I look like someone you know?

This dipper gourd full of liquid,
upside down and not spilling a drop.

Or, if it spills, it drops into God and rounds into pearls.
I form a cloud over that ocean and gather the spillings.

When Shams is here, I rain.
After a day or two, lilies sprout, the shape of my tongue.

Buoyancy by Rumi

Love has taken away my practices
and filled me with poetry.

I tried to keep quietly repeating
No strength but yours, but I couldn’t.

I had to clap and sing.
I used to be respectable, chaste and stable,
but who can stand in this strong wind
and remember those things?

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself.
That is how I hold your voice.

I am scrap wood thrown in your fire,
quickly reduced to smoke and ash.

I saw you and became that empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence.

The sky is blue.
The world is a blind man sitting beside the road.

But whoever sees your emptiness
sees beyond the blue and the blind man.

A great soul hides like Muhammad or Jesus
moving through a crowd in a city where no one knows him.

To praise is to praise
how one surrenders to the emptiness.

To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship.

So the journey goes on,
and no one knows where.

Just to be held by the ocean
is the best luck we could have.
It is a total waking up.

Why should we grieve that we have been sleeping?
It does not matter how long we have been unconscious.

We are groggy, but let the guilt go.
Feel the motions of tenderness around you.
the buoyancy.