The Dream of Reality

The following material was written in a classroom while being unable to concentrate on the lecture.

You spend all your life chasing a dream. Thinking how glorious your life is going to be once you have finally achieved it. Is that always the case?

The ones who feel otherwise are easily categorized as ungrateful. People keep ignoring the psychological fact that they are continuously evolving, in other words  changing. What you want today, might be meaningless by the time you've finally got it. So what exactly is that you want? People don't know what they want, that's why they keep chasing this hypothetical reality. Looking for that one action, that will make every wrong, right. But does that really happen.. we can sin all our lives and in the end seek that one good deed that will give us salvation. 

You know what disturbs me... too much information. They've made this world so complicated, and life so complex. Life is supposed to be easier... at least easier to understand. Isn't mystery a good thing? It is, as long as its getting somewhere.

Have you ever gone through that stage, where your reality feels like a dream and your dreams feel like reality. Trust me, the experience is enigmatic. This question keeps knocking my mind again and again.. What am I looking for?

I have this pen in my hand.. my only way of expressing my thoughts... remember that saying... 'listen from one ear.. and let it out from the other'. I just realized, I`m a master of it. Half of the time, I`m not even there. My battle between who I am and who I want to be continues. What is this restlessness.. Will it ever go away...

My eyes are open but my mind is sleeping

My heart is broken but my lips are healing

I can’t pretend to be a lion able to conquer the enemy, 
To master myself would be enough. 
I am only the dust on my Lover’s path 
and from dust I will rise and turn into a flower.


-Rumi

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.

-Rumi

Euphoria

Roll out the velvet carpets, the one Abraham walked on... 

In the euphoric trance of love... There's only one being I wish to converse....

The one that created my Father, and ordered for the angels to bow down to...

The one that ordered my Father to walk out of heaven... and to make his way 
back home....

"I am closer to you, than you to yourself". Yes, you are. 

If love is an ocean, I am a drop... If I am soul, you are God. 

So much love? So much patience? So much beauty? So much intensity?

The night... nothing but thousands of Suhail's scattered all over the sky...

The shining stars, positioned in such a way that create your name. 

No more waiting, just peace. No more problems, just peace. No more pain, just peace. 

The fragrance of the finest flowers, freshly pressed against the dew, one by one... stimulate my every sense....

Moses, the one who you used to engage in conversation with... Talk to me... 

The smoothness that you have bestowed in my voice, isn't it just the glimpse of your beauty.....

The water in my eyes, just to see your promise.... hold these tears... hold me...

My flesh and bones, are long gone... hold my soul... you own me...

Nothing will ever go away, we are here... we are here to stay...

Let me sleep under your shade, under your light, like a baby sleeps in the lap of a mother...

I am your slave, you are my owner. An owner who whispered His soul into me. 

Without asking for... you provided me.... Is it even fair to a sinner?

Your justice fascinates me, your versatility amazes me....

Keep me closer to the street of Firdaus, I wish to catch a glimpse of Muhammad...

Rolling on the ground, left to right...right to left... Finally what I ever wanted, Lost in your love, No responsibility any more, no more duties any more, no more pursuits any more... Just You and me... 

All my questions are to be answered tonight... this night... this conversation will never end... 

A long dream finally came to an end, The reality is heaven....

This eternal dance of success will not end... I see bright faces... everywhere... Is it for what they did...or is it just Your light reflecting on them?

"Priorities of life are changing day by day.
I am standing and looking 
at the fate in my hand of clay
Everything is achievable,
but that day is not in my play
I am moving with the wind
but fell on a shed-ed tree
The branches are dead...
like the emotionless puppet of clay".


-Sanan Javed