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duminică, 1 mai 2011
My comment for the poem " I was a poet " by Nayyar Afaq
Dear Nayyar,
You were a very appreciated poet when I first met
your flame in words and the others had voted you,
you are a poet now when I read this touching hearts
poem and you will be a deep thinker for Eternity
because the Truth is the same timeless ! It's from
God and God is in you even if you didn't feel it from
the beginning.
Experience in life is the best teacher anytime when
our friends open our eyes and heal our soul with their
love. Friends didn't come to you by chance...they are
the same stars in Universe with you, they understand
your human sufferings because they have the same
dreams, the same desires and need of Beauty and Love .
They have been looking for you since no time and when
they found you, Love explained you her reason which
you know now. You are allowed to regret only what
never happened to you...
The cards are never the same, dear friend...everything
is moving and belong to Karma that means ACTION !
Your new card is in Present, not far away from it.
Future is your present action ! Any Karma = Destiny
can be changed if we wish and don't take into
consideration what the old grandpas say.
Past is past and it will be ever changed by Present ..
It's the law of the Universe and we are part of it.
Love is in you, it doesn't have to come back... You
will spread it all time to whom deserve it and to
those who are attracted by your thoughts and acts.
We are what we think, you know. Now, you have seen
your new card in life, so good ! Now you are relaxed
because you know that Love is in you and you decide
all things, better than you did till now.
You closed your last window and opened the new one,
the new Light ! Admire it ! The new Light of love will
overwhelm you very soon with much warmth as you
have never felt...Now, it's your turn to the best on your
path to the Truth.
God send you His true Love ! Through your thought !
Wonderful poem of life !!! May it be for Eternity ! "
Haminia
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"I was a poet"
Love can be deceiving sometimes.
It hurts, it aches, and it breaks.
But everything seems fine,
If you put dust on.
To act clever.
But Caution!
A wind of regrets can blow all the dust away,
Leaving us lonelier than ever.
Love is blind;
Works over any expectation,
And even beyond.
What we really want at our hearts,
Is not really what our eyes see.
I learned this lesson, before closing the last window,
When I promised myself,
Of “Sublimation”.
(Poor me.)
I asked myself,
To try to stay like that,
No matter what life throws at me.
At that moment, I thought,
Love has other reasons that reason has not.
Loneliness cuts us away from the people.
We always tend to take them as strangers to ourselves,
And world turns a pity to live in,
This tragedy remains the same,
No matter what corner of the universe we dwell.
I learned,
No one likes to die alone,
And we have that power,
Not to let ourselves to slide in a pit of despair.
Before closing the last window, I reckoned,
There is no peace for the human soul,
But to love and being loved.
I thought,
It’s a right time for me to move on,
And not to look back over my shoulders.
Before closing the last window, I learned,
Love, happiness and liberation are within us,
Not in the one, we want with us.
I thought,
It’s hard to reach an inner balance.
And if is in cards to stay alone,
That would be,
(But don’t give up hoping.)
I decided not to deduce any meaning from anything,
As sometimes, demons seem more faithful than angels.
Sometimes, life is like that,
People close to us,
Don’t realise our need for more closeness.
They only feel stuffed.
Before closing the last window, I recalled,
Once she said that I had a tender heart;
So gentle and caring,
Big enough to forgive her on not loving me.
And forget her for a new start.
I smiled with salty eyes,
(Is this the way, I want her to remember me?)
Well, may be, because I was a poet.
Was?
Yes, was!
Since, then l lost my capacity of abstraction,
When I accepted that,
No one comes back in love.
They lie, they cheat, and they deceive,
But they don’t come back.
I learned this lesson, and closed the last window.
Then I found that,
The more we become misanthropes, the more we need the others to heal our souls.
And a moment before it, I promised myself,
Of “Sublimation”.
(Poor me.)
(By Nayyar Afaq,
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