The world is a playground -Indian

Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

The world is a playground -Indian

In the deadly sweep Of every wave, A thousand dangers lie in wait.

The object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more.

Love cannot be seeded into someone. It is a fire that is difficult to kindle but once it takes on, it is equally difficult to extinguish.