The thought of my very own existence swiftly took me to the ecstatic world....My body to be my soul,my soul to be my body.
No i was not enlightened...nothing divine,but i felt like resting beside kausar(the heavenly lake) with zephyr blowing through my hairs due to the whirling of dervishes on the Turkish music.
The dancers were not the virgins from heaven but the samaa(sufi scene) was nothing less than what it is at Rumi's tomb at Istanbul.
I opened my left eye slightly to confirm that it was a reality as the the moist old painted roof aberrated with myriads of contours and textures clearly representing my world full of love,mysticism and tranquility.
My eyes averred as my action plans developed a freemasonry with this mystic realization.
My stint as a human was granted its due as the few selfish thoughts were kicked off as they tried to ruse in.
My soul rested in peace,though i was alive revering the first morning thought.....
Khuda ke aashiq to hai'n hazaro'n
bano'n me phirte hain maare maare..
Mai uska banda banoonga jisko...
Khuda ke bando'n se pyaar hogaa...!!
