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ދުރުވުމޭ އަވަހަށް އޮތީ ކަންތައްތަކުން މީހާ ކުރާ

ސަބަބުތައް ނެތިއެއް އެހެން މީހުން ތިމާ ދުރުކޮށްނުލާ
ހަމަ ތެދެއް މިބުނީ އެހެން ނުހަދާ މިޔޮއްތަން ލާ ފުރާ

ކޮންމެވެސް ގޮތަކުން ތިމާއަށް އޮންނަގޮތް އޮޅުވާލެވޭ
އެންމެވެސް ފަހަރެއް ހިނގައްޖައިމުން ލިބޭކަމަކުން ތުރާ

ބުނެއުޅޭ ގޮތަކާ ޚިލާފުވެގެން ޢަމަލުކޮށްފާ ވުމުން
ބުނެލަޔޭ ކޮންމެ މީހަކުވެސް ނުވާތީ ދާފަރާ

ބަސްބަހީ ތެދުވެރި ކަމާއެކު ބުނަންވާ އެއްޗެކޭ
ގަސްދުގައި ނޫނެއްކަމަކު ކައްޗާވުމުން ބުވެދޭޚަރާ

ޢަމަލުގައި ތެދުވެރި ކަމެއް ނެތްނަމަ ނުވާތީ މީހަކަށް
އަޒަލުގާ މީ ހުރިގޮތޭ ބުނުމުން ގަބޫލެއް ނެތެ ކުރާ

އުމުރުގާ ކުޅަޔަސް އެތައްގިނަ ހެޔޮކަމެއް ދޮގުބުނުމަކަށް
ރުހުމުގާ މީހަކުނެތޭ އެގޮތަށް ގަބޫލު ކަންކުރާ

ރައްޓެހިންނާ އެކުވެރިންނާ ކޮށްއުޅޭ ހަރަކާތްތަކާ
ދަސްވެފާ އެއްޗެއް އޮތިއްޔާ ލާބަދޭދަތުރަށް ފުރާ

ކޮއްކޮ މެންނޭ ދުނިޔެއެއް މިއަދަކު ލޮލެއް ނުމަރާލަޔޭ
ދައްކަމުންދާ ދަޅަތަކަށް ވިސްނާ ބަލާމެޔެ ލާދުރާ

ދަފުނުގާ ވެވުނަސް ތިމާޔަށް ހެޔޮބަހެއް ލިބުމެއް ނެތޭ
ނަފުސުގާ ނެތުމުން ކަމެއް ތެދުވެރި ކަމާ އެކުގާ ކުރާ

~O~ ޢަލީ މޫސާ ދީދީ ~O~

Colour Of Passion...

Passion makes him so colourful to describe & more perfect than the full moon on its' 14th day. He quivers at my touch, like a drop of dew hanging on the tip of a leaf; not knowing whether he should let go & fall into the abyss or hang on further. His body radiates a warm glow with just minute touches of flamingo pink. His lips become the velvety petals of a blood rose. His lashes brush against his cheeks like dark curtains sweeping across to shut the light beyond it. His green-brown eyes dilate until his irises are no more but a ring of emerald around the mystical depths of his pupils. His muscles flexes and relaxes like that of a thouroughbred anticipating a race, all power and strength but well reined in & in control; power waiting to be released. His actions rough as our passion increase yet so tender and gentle. I know that all this is due to his love for me. And I revel in the fact that he is mine, forever mine as my passionate lover, my husband.

~Jinni~

Fade Away

Let me fade into the night. O' Shadows, take me into your peaceful bossom. Hide me within your peaceful heart. Protect me from myself. Bind me with your magic spell. Do not cast me aside. Lift me up high & envelope me within the protective walls of your soul. Let no one cast stones of hurtful words at me. Let me lay down my head upon your lap and dream of peaceful times. Let me feast my eyes upon your serenity. Let me kiss your eyes of patience. Let me be, let me stay. O' night of darkness, let me fade into the shadows.

~Jinni~

He Took My Heart & Carried It

He took my heart and carried it
I know not where;
I curse the day I married it
To such an one.

I told my tears to stint awhile
For I was fair:
And yet I let them glint awhile
Bright in the sun,

In case he should come and see
I had no tear
Or miss my mourning’s lack and see
My cheeks undone.

Neither here nor there...

10 Feb 2006, 7:59PM

Dhimaak ne kahaa, tho humnei sunli. Jo humnei sunee, wo humnei maanli. Subkuch badhal daaldhi, magar kuch kuch cheezei naa badal paai, aur bool naa paai. Dhoosronko bohoth bohoth dhoka dhiya in chandh dhinomey, magar khudhko dhoka nehi dhey paai. Maano ya naa maano, humnei us khathmei such kahi. Dua hei khudha sey, ke aap khush ho.

~Batak thi hui Jinni~

15 Feb 2006, 4:52PM

It is upon the throne of stones that I sat. Where the water lapped at my feet’s edge. The balmy breezes not so much of a balm. There upon I sat looking at the little creatures walk upon this earth, thinking and believing themselves as kings of this world. Upon my reverie crashes the tune of a guitar. I turn to look, my eyes try to focus on what’s ahead through the haze of a migraine and see … some idiots filming a song and there goes my tranquility along with that realization. I am but a fool :p

~Jinni~

Precious Pearls

A single tear escaped from his eyes. What a loss of a precious pearl. And a fire the size of seven suns were set a blaze. God Almighty, let me take up arms. I'll defeat them and lay them at his feet with broken souls, begging for mercy. Tell me my heart, my precious, what ails you and I shall set it right. Let me rearrange the constallation of the stars so that I may bring even the hint of a smile. O' my gentle heart, just tell me and I'll set it right, but dont shed those precious pearls.

Agar...

Agar aag bujaaneyki koi raasthaa naa ho, tho phir dhiya jalaai kiu?

Agar khudhko bath samaj nehi aathi tho phir dhoosronko samjaaneyki koshish kiu kartheyho?

Agar chalneyka raastha nehi dhikaaniho tho phir rasthaa saaf dhikai nehi dheyrahi kehekar beech raasthey kiu cholhdhee?

Agar manzil eyk nehiho tho phir safarmei saath chalneyko kiu kehtheyho?

Agar raathko ujaala naaho tho phir suraj ka kiran kiu dhikaanaa chaahatheeho?

Agar aana nehi chaahatheyho tho phir sapneymei gusneyki koshish kiu kartheyho?

Agar hifaazathsey rak nehi sakthi tho phir kiseeki amaath kiu leyna chaahatheeho?

Agar kilwaar karnithi tho phir sachey imaan sei kiu keyl keyli?

Agar kisee aur key saath poore zindhagee bithaaney waaleyho tho phir kiu jolhdhi thumari zindhageemei hum?

Ek pinjlheymey khushi rahee ek koyal, agar usei ulhnaa nehi sikaai tho phir us pinjlheyka dharwaaza kiu koli thumnei?

~Ek maayus hui Jinni~

Some Entries In My Diary For The Shadow Watcher

28 October 2005

I am a soldier led aside from my duty

By many things.

I was an eagle, but the hand of beauty

Captured my wings.

I an a soldier whom you must not censure,

Seeing that he

Bound me & threw me, left me to adventure

In love's dark sea.

~Jinni, lost in the shadows~

6 December 2005

As this parting looks to be endlong,

We'll be alert to catch the broken minute;

The breathing space between a song & song

Shall have enough sweet suppliancy in it

To throw our hearts together with the threat:

Take me, but do not tell me to forget.

~Jinni in tears~

14 December 2005

Though there is myrrh in the cup of parting,

Aloes in the bowl of setting forth,

And cassia in the wine of seperation,

I could drain all three

Were they not offered by a hand I love.

~O heart, set me free... Jinni~

16 December 2005

I cannot call you cold,

For you desire

To melt my heart like gold

In a red fire.

~Confused Jinni~

21 December 2005

The moon is palest when she sets;

Only pretended love forgets.

~Points to ponder upon, Jinni~

How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Ouch

Thought I was out of reach from a certain set of people, but seems like I fell for the trap anyway. Sooooo...... Ouch.

~Unhappy Jinni~