I shout at Her...
I back answer..
I act rude..
I argue..
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Feelings have mounted high,
And this hand begs to write.
My impatient fingers shiver with the pen,
while my tongue begins to set itself alight.
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Herein a tale is told, if God wills, one of the radical mystery to thee will unfold.
The mystery will make manifest the veil, and through every dubiety, your faith will prevail!
There were once three men before the resplendent Sun,
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Head bowed down, helplessness within and lack of hopes, made me cry out and shout; “Hey there ‘life’, come teach. Say whatever you want to say, come preach.â€
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While every minute seemed as an hour long and hours passed like days, the clear sighted man, in his love for the Sun remained amazed!
The silky paths that were made manifest the honeyed streams, the fruits, the melodies and the meadows increased his intoxication and dispelled his woes!
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I see this despondent pen galvanised instantly in the clutch of my fingers, methinks it is eager to shed its ink in remembrance of the Beloved of the world; like unto the thousands who poured forth their blood to see the Ark of His Cause sail upon the earth!
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O mystic sage in search of thee while swimming the lakes, crossing-valleys, passing day's with hunger and nights without sleep. At last I have found you, washing the dishes at your wife's demand.
I doubt if you are the one I quest for!
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Use not the ladder to draw closer to Him.
this ladder made of desires and dust.
What shall ye do when the ladder is gone?
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Weakening the chains one link at a time,
freeing self from fetters as I struggle to fly..
A part of me desists my flight,
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Just like every other day, I started a New one.
I got fresh and ready, All my prayers were done..
Today for a change, I asked God to teach me a lesson.
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