THINK POSITIVE... ALWAYS!

Wonder Boys.

‎"Finally, the door opened. It was a shock to see him... shuffling into the room like an aging prizefighter... Limping, beaten. But it was later when the great man... squinted into the bitter glow of twilight and muttered simply- 'It means nothing. All of it. Nothing.'-- that the true shock came. It was then that the boy understood... that his hero's true injuries lay in a darker place- His heart... His heart, once capable of inspiring others so completely... could no longer inspire so much as itself. It beat now only out of habit. It beat now only-- because it could."

Fasting

There’s hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox
is stuffed full of anything, no music.
If the brain and belly are burning clean
with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and new energy makes you
run up the steps in front of you.

Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry.
Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen.

When you’re full of food and drink, Satan sits
where your spirit should, an ugly metal statue
in place of the Kaaba. When you fast,
good habits gather like friends who want to help.
Fasting is Solomon’s ring. Don’t give it
to some illusion and lose your power,
but even if you have, if you’ve lost all will and control,
they come back when you fast, like soldiers appearing
out of the ground, pennants flying above them.
A table descends to your tents,
Jesus’ table.
Expect to see it, when you fast, this table
spread with other food, better than the broth of cabbages.

- Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 

memories...

Sunrays flushing my face

Salty winds of the ocean embracing me

like some lovely memories scattered

all around the shore...

Coming together to perform like a

bunch of trapeze artists swinging in the air

on the shining strings of sunrays.

I am alone and yet not alone-

surrounded by the memories of

the days gone by and a vague image

of a probable tomorrow...

A pigeon-like silhouette of a dream

fluttering in the air

between the oceanic life and 

the sky that is full of hope and 

enormous possibilities...

moments...

She stands there

on the other end of the river

Carefully I make a bridge out of my thoughts-

connecting the two ends.

A part of me takes the bridge 

and walks towards her...

A part of me dives into the water...

A part of me takes the shape of a pigeon n' flies

towards the other end...

A part of me stays behind n' watch her 

dance-like-walk and writes about it all...

the walk, the dive n' the flight...

sitting next to a part of hers'

that stayed behind...

with me!