Love & Memories

He was nothing before he fell in the burrow of love with that Lassie. Love taught him peace, meditation, and softness. The earrings of that lassie, her smile and her tears borrowed his heart for sometime to place him on a path leading to serenity and nature. The soft music, the broken heart, the sorrow state, the sadness that he didn’t see the face of his lassie for a long time gave him strength, and that meditation in the Creation and Miracles of thy Lord gave birth to words in his heart. For him, his beloved was like a fairy sent from paradise to take his hand in her soft hands and would show him another world. A world where men would sit on the sea-shore and meditate in the melody of sea waves while they watched the sun turning sea into gold before it leaves its thrown.


Before falling in the burrow of love with that lassie, he was just like simple men. And what one knows about what a simple man is? He is the one who never loved from the depths of his heart. Who never cared for humanity but cared only about his living. Who gained knowledge to earn money and fame, than to apply his knowledge on the way of life and to teach others. Who never passed the barrier between the seas of sorrow and joy, butt floated in the sea of happiness and joy. Who never cleaned his sour memories of past disputes. Who was far away from those who meditate in the Creation in serenity. Who never watched the clouds joining together and felt the breeze kissing through his soul. Who never praised for any being but made other beings praise him. Who never paid attention to the smell of those flowers, which he use to smell in his past, and so, he could never feel his past in his soul.


So there he was, on the path, where his lassie, his angel, returned him his heart and after kissing him through the breeze he used to smell while thinking of her, she went back to paradise.


A beautiful creation of thy Lord was his first love, and from her he came to know the greatness of his Creator, and for her he talked to his Creator and so she made him love his Creator and his Creation by placing him in a new world. So it was, with a passage of time he started meditating in the creation and saw a new world. A world full of sorrow, tears and smiles but no laughter. A world which made him love his creator and made his Creator love him as he got amongst the righteous, and so, this world predicted his un-imaginable beautiful future where he knew that he would laugh and cry in prostration in front of his Creator.


After a couple of years, he went to that seashore where he used to meditate, wearing the same clothes he used to wear before. There he was, sitting on that rock and watching the sun sinking in the sea. There was an old man, from whom he use to buy a fruitful dish, while he meditated, and so he bought it again, and just when he took a bite of it, while listening the melody of sea waves and watching the sun sinking- in the same old clothes-, he totally went to his past and felt himself in those young times. That feeling kissed his heart and tears overflowed from his thirsty eyes and brought a smile on his face.

“To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every cubic inch of space is a miracle”. -Walt Whitman, Miracles.

"Work Is Not Always Required Of A Man. There Is Such A Thing As Sacred Idleness, The Cultivation Of Which Is Now Fearfully Neglected". –George Macdonald