Beauty

Enchanting the smile is, full yet closed.
How is it closed? One asks.
Closed, as the eyes twinkles but the eyelids heavy.
The heaviness weighs the smile, for the eyes and smile are meant to be one.
Observing those around, only that whose lips are, full and gracious and teeth white pearls; needing to understand the story in those dark yet luminous eyes, catches thy attention.
One does not know the effect of their melancholy eyes and the transcended beauty of their smile.
What profound beauty, how intoxicating the yearning is!

Knighthood

Salman Rushdie got a 'knighthood' for the satanic verses he had written? Or the fact that he has been so 'brave' and 'strong' from the monsterous Muslims? Oh he really does feel 'thrilled and humbled' bless his blasphemous academic record....

http://news.uk.msn.com/Article.aspx?cp-documentid=5263546

Why him we question? or perhaps the answer is all clear cut and not open to discussion. Its extremely intriguing how 'Sir' Salman's work is recognised and not Mr Friedman or Mr Chomsky.

I suppose this quote by Dennis Wholey makes much sense...

'Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is a little like expecting a bull not to attack you because you are a vegetarian'

Solitude...

Oh flower,

Is it your proud nature

That keeps you aloof

From the bird dancing around you?

It is the beauty of one's nature

That nets the seekers.

Ropes and cages never trap

The wary bird.

~

Hafiz

Burning...

However much she tames her wild heart, it fights back, tormenting her.
She doesnt want to, longing to release herself from this imprisonment, she is in constant battle.
However much she seeks to free, the more she is imprisoned, deeper the barriers become.
She wants to take her heart out and give to the one who pains her, the one who has the love she cannot give others.
However far ahead she endeavours to look, the past she looks at.
She is in rage, how stubborn he is not to see her burning fire of passion!
However much she tries to set the words free, backing out only because he has parted.
She has realised for of his heart she from the flames will find.

But little left behind:

Its burning, he will never know or see....