In The Art Of Describing His Beauty, Time Itself Expires And Quotes

In the art of describing his beauty, time itself expires
and yet still there remains in him, what has not been described..
- Ibn al-Farid

ਮਾੜੀ ਸੋਚ ਨੂੰ ਹਰ ਇੱਕ ਬੰਦਾ ‘ਠੱਗ’ ਦਿਸੇ,
ਤੇ ‘ਫੱਕਰਾਂ’ ਨੂੰ ਹਰ ਬੰਦੇ ਦੇ ਵਿੱਚ ‘ਰੱਬ’ ਦਿਸੇ..!

Like smoke I vanish though I burn like flame,
I flicker in the gusts of wrong and right
A shining frailty in the guise of might;
Before a nothing and behind a name.

- W. H. Mdloch

Phir aaj haq ke liye jaan fida kare koi,
wafa bhi jhoom uthe yun wafa kare koi,
namaz bhi 1400 saalon se intezaar mein hai ki mujhe
hussain ki tarah ada kare koi..

Na ajeez jaan jaan tu
jisne banaya jahaan
kar uski pehchaan tu..

Madness in art is Creation.
Madness in poetry is Wisdom.
Madness in the search for God
is the highest form of Worship.

The purpose of a fishtrap is to catch fish, and when the fish are caught, the trap is forgotten.
The purpose of a rabbit snare is to catch rabbits. When the rabbits are caught, the snare is forgotten.
The purpose of words is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten.
Where can I find a man who has forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to. - Chuang-Tsu