The Beautiful Tragedy

The beauty and tragedy in love is that it is wholly a matter of the heart. We do not choose to fall in love. We do not choose the person we are going to fall in love with. And most certainly we have no idea about the place and the time when cupid will aim and pierce our vulnerable behind. It is all a magnificent and beautiful tragedy, for the mortals to act in, and the heavens to write...

"There is nothing like marriage for two - who love one another" - Prophet Muhammad (may peace be upon him)

Moonlight Sonata

It feels like floating somewhere in space. Where there is only you and the moonlight sonata. It lulls you into a trance, a momentary trance, and just when you think you have transcended space and time…you are brought back to reality.

There is a theory that human beings have a inherent need to experience altered states of consciousness. And some of the ways of experiencing them is through art (e.g. a piece of music) or by love or by prayer and meditation and sadly even using drugs. The theory may explain our affinity towards all or some of the above.

I think prayer trumps them all.

"Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart" - Mahatma Gandhi

The Earth Diary

Dear diary,

I cannot gaze at the stars anymore because of all the blinding lights my children have put upon me. It’s also hard to breathe nowadays; maybe that is because I’m getting older or maybe it is because of the toxic gases my children emit from their industries and vehicles.

There was a time when the seas and lands were in perfect harmony, each nourishing the other. But now it seems the sea is invading the earth and I can hardly understand what is wrong. My children whisper something about “global warming.” They say they will fix it. I hope they do, for their sake.

I think I have to go now. My lungs are troubling me again. I wish I could stare at the stars...

Yours truly,
Earth