Sufi daze

Stir it up

I wouldn’t mind everyday

I wouldn’t mind if every day I had to get up to do work;
which would be to rehearse some type of classical instrument with others in a sort of musical ensemble.

Watch something else, like a sky show

Young love

As if it was just last year

The gift of heaven

I wish I could blow the white clouds towards you
I wish you could see what I see, smell what I smell, feel what I feel
The breeze
The scent of lilac and jasmine
I wish you could see the soaring eagle, high when it passed by
Or smile at the friendly play between bird-mates and bickering white butterflies
Wish you could trace the path of an airplane with your finger
Close your eyes at the sound of the hustling wind and the sight of falling leaves
I wish I could bring the heavens to you at your doorstep
I wish we could immerse in this beauty, side by side
And never go elsewhere

खो जाते हैं

Getting lost