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ROSES IN AUCKLAND

1) “The Beauty of the Rose is considered a medicine. Healing through sight, through the act of looking with all veils swept aside.” quote from Nadeem Aslam’s book, “A wasted Vigil”
2) Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you. 
 
-Richard Brinsley Sheridan

It was great to visit rose garden at Parnel, Auckland, New Zealand, three days ago. They are at the highest bloom and its riot of colours and of variety. The surrounding grounds are equally serene and paradise like.

نازکی اس کے لب کی کیا کہیےؑ

پنکھڑی اک گلاب کی سی ہےٌ

[nazuki us ke lab kikya kahiye, pankhuRi ek gulaab ki si hai]
Meer Taqi Meer.
what can I say about her lip’s tenderness?. say it is but a rose’s petal.
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Posted by on November 28, 2016 in GARDENS

 

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Edge of Nothing

I am nothing you are nothing every thing is nothing.

SONYA KASSAM

at the edge of nothing and beyond nothing
i found even more nothing
it is this nothing that holds the stars in their places
the same nothing that is between each cell in my body

that space where nothing exists where nothing is extinguished
that space of uncreating creation that space of indestructibility

the nothing that is in the span between sound and silence
that which is in the pause between the answer and another question

the space slightly above my skin
and that slightly below my skin
filled with the power of zero
expanding in opposite directions
to two different worlds
voids that feel familiar

the space between each eyelash
where dreams are trapped
and they mingle with tears
and it is in that space within the teardrop that i am
each time i cried that you made me feel like nothing
i now thank you immensely
from the…

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Posted by on November 3, 2016 in Uncategorized