Tanha Chand

Aaj Chand Tanha Hain

Kuch Kahena Hain Tumse Aye Meri Raat

Mujhe Chhupa Lo Apni Bahon Mein

Kuch Khamosh Lamha Bitalo Mere Saath 

Sabki Nigahein Hain Meri Taraf

Har Koi Chahein Mera Sang

Mujhe Dekhe Sab Baheki Si Nazar Se

Chhuna Chahe Mere Husn Ko

Khud Pighalna Chahe Mujhe Banake Aag-e-Aftab

Lekin Main Toh Karti Hoon Tumhari Intezar

Har Koi Hain Meri Haai-e-Dil Se Be-Khabar

Sab Banta Hain Ashiq Sirf Naam Ke Aye Shab Mere

Har Koi Hain Meri Noor-e-Chirag Ki Parwane

Lekin Meri Sard-e-Dard Ki Kahani Na Koi Sune

Tum Baitho Pass Mere Do Ghari

Main Janti Hoon Tum Sunoge Meri Zubani

Tumhari Dil Mein Vi Hain Zakham Sadiyon Ke

Ek Lambi Chuppi Aur Be Inteha Sabar

Main Chand Hoon Rang Ke Safed

Aamir Mujhe Kavi Kahete Hain Daulat

Shayer Mujhe Kavi Kahete Hain Ulfat

Aur  Garib Fakir Mere Naam Se Karte Hain Ibadat

Main Jalti Hoon Diljale Ki Baad Duah Yon Se

Main Bujhti Hoon Dilwalon Ki Ashq-e-Wafayon Se

Main Hi Hoon Har Raat Mein Hoti 

Do Jism Ki Milan Ki Gawah

Aur Main Hi Hoon Kisi Shaqsh Ki Tarapti

Judai Ki Khalipan Se Vari Uski 

Mehbooba Ki Shakal Mein Khudah

Meri Bahut Si Naam Hain

Mujh Mein Dubi Bahut Si Khali Diwan-e-Jaam Hain

Koi Kaheta Hain Mujhe Tum Sukun-e-Shab Ki Aagaz Ho

Aur Din-e-Chahel  Ki Ujalon Mein Hi 

Meri Maujud-e-Maut Ki Anjam Hain

Meri Badan Se Lipat Ke Raheti Hain 

Kuch Jalte Hue Mazi Ke Ghawyon Ki Nishan

Mere Kadmon Pe Bikhare Rahete Hain Sitarein

Jaise Har Roz Hoti Hain Roushan-e-Almaas 

Mere Huzur Mein Jaan-e- Kurbaan

Main Duniya Se Hoon Bahut Door

Main Har Ek Rang-e-Nasha Se Jadah Hoon

Mujhe Na Hain Kisi Murid Ki Chahat 

Main Phir Vi Iss Jahan Ki Nazar-e-Khudah Hoon

Aye Raat Tum Chup Rahetein Ho Hamesha

Meri Pahechan Se Na Tumhe Koi Fiqar  Hain

Mujhe Duniya Sar Ki Taz Banaye Ya Bazaron Mein Beche

Tumhe Toh Sirf Chahiye Meri Khushali

Meri Khalipan Ka Saath Aur Meri Jasbaaton Ki Qadar Hain

Main Vi Karti Hoon Tumse Be Inteha Mohabbat

Chahein Main Hoon Punam Ki Roop Mein

Ya Badal Se Ghirah Meri Haal-e-Dil Mein Chaya Ho Khiza

Main Asman Mein Bat Ti Hoon Tukron Tukron Mein

Lekin Meri Yeh Dil Hain Tumhari Bahon Mein

Puri  Jismon Jaan Se Fidah 

M-e-Z 

A Tale of Love of Night & Moon !!

To My Baby , My Fire, My Love

Mmmmuuaahhhh :O :D <3 <3 <3  

                                                                               

Romantic Rebel

Kazi Nazrul Islam 25 May 1899 – 29 August 1976), sobriquet Bidrohi Kobi (Rebel Poet), known popularly as Nazrul, was a Bengali poet, musician and revolutionary who pioneered poetic works espousing intense spiritual rebellion against fascism and oppression. His poetry and nationalist activism earned him the popular title of Rebel Poet. Accomplishing a large body of acclaimed works through his life, Nazrul is officially recognised as the national poet of Bangladesh and commemorated in India.

Born into a Muslim quazi (justice) family in India, Nazrul received religious education and worked as a muezzin at a local mosque. He learned of poetry, drama, and literature while working with theatrical groups. After serving in the British Indian Army, Nazrul established himself as a journalist in Calcutta. He assailed the British Raj in India and preached revolution through his poetic works, such as "Bidrohi" ("The Rebel") and "Bhangar Gaan" ("The Song of Destruction"), as well as his publication "Dhumketu" ("The Comet"). His impassioned activism in the Indian independence movement often led to his imprisonment by British authorities. While in prison, Nazrul wrote the "Rajbandir Jabanbandi Deposition of a Political Prisoner. Exploring the life and conditions of the downtrodden masses of India, Nazrul worked for their emancipation.

Nazrul's writings explore themes such as love, freedom, and revolution; he opposed all bigotry, including religious and gender. Throughout his career, Nazrul wrote short stories, novels, and essays but is best known for his poems, in which he pioneered new forms such as Bengali ghazals. Nazrul wrote and composed music for his nearly 4,000 songs (including gramophone records), collectively known as Nazrul geeti (Nazrul songs), which are widely popular today. At the age of 43 (in 1942) he began suffering from an unknown disease, losing his voice and memory. It is often said, the reason was slow poisoning by British Government. It caused Nazrul's health to decline steadily and forced him to live in isolation for many years. Invited by the Government of Bangladesh, Nazrul and his family moved to Dhaka in 1972, where he died four years later.

 Adorn Her

 How can I adorn her,
With one basketful of flowers?
The sky is overcast
With her dishevelled
Cloudy hair,
Oh, how can I adorn her '?

Why have you, oh gardener,
Given me so few flowers,
That they should disappear
Before I could adorn her?

Ketaki the monsoon's bride
Putting the veil aside.
Behind thorny secret,
Woodland hides.

The unruly Kamini withers
Before I can touch her.
Drunk in her own fragrance
The tipsy chapa dances.

The shameless damsel Togor
Looks with her big eyes.
But before she could wither
The poor Bokul dies.

All Midnight I Suddenly Wake Up

At midnight I suddenly wake up hearing someone's voice
 is that you, is that you?
I feel the load of some memory in my breast -
 is that you, is that you?
Some one's hungry love roams about seeking aIms
Some one's piteous eyes like the stars in the night-sky
 look at the sought-after face - is that you, is that you?
The wind at night carries someone's lingering sigh
And stirs my heart; Oh my distant beloved
 is that you, is that you?
Like the ocean-wave whose crying bruises my heart
The nightingale in the wood ceaselessly chirps on the champah tree
 is that you, is that you ?

A Mountain Song

 We are wild as the storm
We are restless as the spring
We are fearless like god and generous like nature.

We are as free as the sky
We are Bedouin, the deserts wandering tribe.
We know no king
 nor any king's laws,
We submit to no rule or regulation,
We are born free with it mind'
 open as the blossoming lotus.
We are the murmuring flood tide of the sea
 and the warbling waters of the mountain spring

We are generous hearted wide open meadows...
We are mighty invincible hills
We are flying birds with outstretched wings
We are bubbling laughter and gay songs.

We eat wild fruits and drink rain water
We sleep under trees in the depth of green forests
We are the gushing river of life.
We are the flowing waters of mountain brooks
 warbling singing roaring
 always restless and ever on the move.
Kazi Nazrul Islam

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   WE KNOW HIM USUALLY AS A "REBEL POET" OF INDIAN INDEPENDENCE. BUT WHEN IT COMES TO  THE THOUGHT OF LOVE, THIS GENIUS POET  CREATES A REVOLUTION IN ROMANCE ALSO. KAVI NAZRUL A JEWEL  AN ASSET OF WORLD LITERATURE WHO KNOWS TASTE OF FLAMING LOVE IN THE STORMY WIND. <3 <3 <3 A TRIBUTE TO HIM. LOVE YOU REBEL !!! :D

                                                                         

                                                                                    

                                                                                  

Bliss

They Are So Sensible So Delicate So Charming

Just Like A Passionate Rose 

Lying in the Vapouring Dew of Greenish Leaf in Peace

Just Like A Fiery Moon Making Love

In the Lap of Thirsty Night 

Making  His Every Lonely Moment Full of Cherice 

Those Poetries  Are Just Not only About Us 

It's For Everyone Making Every life A Bliss

I Can't Stop to Praising 

The Bonding Tale of Body & Soul

And I Eager To Draw a Kiss In Your Lips

Yes My Love You Just Create A Wonder

And You Simply Deserve This !!!        

                                                                              
                                                                             M-e-Z

                                                                   Great Poetries My Love

                                                                     Mmmmmmuuaaahhh

                                                                           :O :D <3 <3 <3

                                                                                     
                                                                                 

Manzoor

Kya Hoti Hain Yeh Rishtey Yeh Chahat

Kya Hoti Hain Yeh Deewanapan Yeh Awargyee

Kya Hoti Hain Yeh Bahon Ki Bandhan

Kya Hoti Hain Yeh Bematlab Ki Azadi

Tum Pass Ho Ya Dur Ho

Waqt Ke Hathon Majboor Ho

Tum Kavi Ho Ek Bekhayal Musafir

Aur Tum Hi Kavi Mere Jaan-e-Huzoor Ho

Tum Mere Dil Ko Na Khusgawar Kavi
Aur Tum Hi Meri Khowahish Ki Manzoor Ho

Roz Pite Hain Hum Maykhane Mein Jake

Lekin Lagta Hain Dil Mein Avi

Shaashon Ki Jam Khali Hain

Har Rang Ki Nasha Har Ek Peyale Ko Chume

Lekin Meri Labon Ki Pyass Na Bhuje 

Yeh Kaisi Manchali Hain

Roz Main Chamakti Hoon Pile Se Gagan Mein

Lekin Tumko Leke Uss Nile Asman Ko Chhuna

Aye Mere Humsafar Rahe Gaya Baki

Tanha Bistar Pe Leti Hoon Roz Karbatein

Nind Ajaye Mujhko Pilado Woh 

Khowabon Mein Dubi Behoshwala Saqi

Barishe Hoti Hain Inn Dino 

Ruk Ruk Ke Sukhi Zameen Mein

Kuch Dheeme Dheeme  Se Barsatein

Zindegi Bhar Rukti Nehi

Badal Aate Hain Laut Jate Hain Garaj Ke

Kuch Yadoon Ke Badal Ke Saye

Rahe Jate Hain Dil Mein

Na Barse Kavi Yeh Bedardi

Kisi Khubsurat Vadiyon Mein

Iski Ghata Jukti Nehi

Chalo Hum Dono Urr Chale Phir Se

Ban Jaye Benam Khud Se Aur Begane Zamane Se

Kuch Pal Bahale Aashu Samandar Ke Seef Mein

Aur Chun Le Kuch Gul Yaadon Ke Guldastein Se

Aur Khusbu Orr Le Dharkan Mein Jee Bhar Ke

Hum Toh Dhundte Hain Aazadi Har Dafah

Lekin Yadon Ke Pinjar Se Kavi Na Mann Hote Hain Khali

Dard Mein Hi Hum Dhundte Hain Khusiyan

Accha Lagta Hain Yeh Mat Mari Matwali

Dekho Kahi Faida Dhundte Dhundte

Hume Samet Na Le Waqt Ki Barbadi

Bhagte Bhagte Har Dar Dar Se Yeh Jana

Akhir Bahon Ke Aagosh Mein Hi Hoti Hain 

Sukun Ki Azadi

M-e-Z

To My Love, My Baby, My Fire 

Mmuuuuaaaahhh :O :D

<3<3<3

Arz

                                                                                         

Mere dost kitni parwah karte hai hum aapki,
Kash aapko bhi yeh ehsaas ho jaye,
Kahi aisa na ho aap hosh mein tab aaye,
jab hum maut ki aaghosh main so jaye 

He Once Said This & I'm Repeating :-)
BCOZ WE BOTH LOVE YOU <3 <3 <3 :O :D

                                                                                

                                                                             

Lakeer

Khudah Ne Kiyah Faisla

Vej Diyah Duniya Mein

Chand Dino Ke Mehman Banake

Badan Pe Pahena Diya

Chhay Rangon Ke Libaas

Aur Haath Mein Kheech Diya

Kuch Ubar Khabar Lakeerein

Kahe Diya Ke Jao Ab Tum

Dekh Lo Kya Hoti Hain Duniya

Sambhalo Khud Ko Dard-e-Duniya Se

Aur Chhan Ke Dekho Chappa Chappa

Aakhir Kahan Bikhar Ke Parhi Hain Khusiyan

Ek Kokh Ne Mujhe Khun Se Seecha 

Aur Ek Kokh Ne Meri 

Jism Ko Diya Namak Ka Swad

Ek Kokh Ne Diya Naam Mujhe

Aur Ek Kokh Ne Meri Pair Ke Niche 

Kiya Apni Badan Ko Azad

Dono Ki Goud Mein Maine Khela

Dular Kushi Ashu Bebasi 

Har Ek Lamha Mujhe In Dono Ne Sambhala

Ek Guzar Gayi Mazi Ke Aagosh Mein

Aur Ek Deta Saath Jab Tak Na Nikle

Hamari Iss Bekar Badan Ki Khubsurat Zanazah  

Bachpan Bita Hassi Khusi Mein

Kuch Nadan Si Armano Ki Garam Joshi Mein

Jab Aayi Thi Mujh Mein Umang Bhari Jawani

Tab Pahena Diya Mitti Mujh Ko Ulfat Ki Rawani

Phir Ek Din Ek Tufani Waqt Aaya

Kuch Darinday Deheshat Ke Mahole Laya

Ek Safed Chamri Ke Gubar-e-Badshah Aaya

Uss Ko Yeh Sone Ke Mitti Chiriyah Ke Mafiq Vaya

Vej Diya Apne Siyasat Ke Sau Sipahi

Likh Diyah Iss Mitti Mein Banduk Aur Talwar Se

Khun-e-Nafrat Ki  Haiwaniyat Se Vara Ek Likhawat

Kar Liyah Kabza Aye Mitti Tujhko

Aur Shuru Kiya Teri Badan Pe Zabardasti Se Hukumat

Kuch Din Kiya Maine Sabar

Raha Khud Mein Khoya 

Aur Teri Dard Tha Se Yun Hi Bekhabar

Lekin Jab Hone Lagi 

Meri Pardah Nashin Be-Abru

Tab Maine Samjha Aakhir Kya Hota Hain Teri Qadar

Maine Phir Aisa Kiya Wagawat

Bhul Gayi Sari Duniya Ki Chahat

Chun Chun Ke Mara Zahannum Ke Bando Ko

Dar Ke Bhagne Laga Badshah

Dekh Liyah Kya Hoti Hain Qayamat

Zaise Har Burai Ke Dena Parhta Hain Keemat

Waise Aacchai Ke Vi Hoti Hain Kuch

Kurbani Se Bhara Saude Ki Zarurat

Jeet Gaye Hum Begano Se Par Haar Gaya Apno Se

Na Jane Kyun Hoti Hain Aisi Mohabbat

Aye Khudah Tumne Haath Pe Kheecha Tha Lakeer

Shayed Issiliyeh  Khela Aisa Khel Taqdeer

Janam Se Tha Jo Zameen Mera

Mere Apne Mujh Se Ban Gaye Ajnabi

Aur Laut Gaya Woh Badshah 

Meri Mitti Meri Badan Aur Meri Zameer Pe Kheech Ke Lakeer

Ab Kismat Bhaga Rahi Hain Mujhe

Bhagte Bhagte Khud Se Ban Gaya Ajnabi

Na Pata Hain Koi Gali Ka Musafir

Na Koi Khabar Hain Basar-e-Shaher Ki

Ek Thikana Mil Gaya Naseeb Se

Lekin Kahete Hain Yahan Sab Mujhe Mohajir

Raheta Hoon Main Apne 

Hum Mazhab Ke Bhaiyon Ke Saath

Lekin Karte Hain Woh Aisa Sulug

Jaise Main Hoon Koi Qafer

Main Jab Khata Hoon Roti

Toh Tumhari Mitti Ki Khusbu Aati Hain

Jab Orr Ta Hoon Libas Duniyadari Ke Liyeh

Tumhari Dhul Ki Mahek Yaad Aati Hain

Jab Khel Te Hain Bacche Hassi Khushi Se

Tumhe Yaad Karke Meri Aakhen Bhar Aati Hain

Jab Hoti Hain Shaadi Meri Inn Ajnabi Mohalle Mein

Tumhari Yaadon Ke Mahendi Ki Lali 

Nazar Ke Samne Hatheli Failake Khari Raheti Hain

Gunj Te Hain Jab Koi Shahenai

Toh Mere Dil Mein Vi Kuch Dhun Bajti Hain

Jab Aati Hain Eid Ke Teuhar Sawan Mein

Meri Chand Tumhari Angan Ko 

Chandni Mein Chupke Se Dekhti Hain   

Dhal Gaya Hain Meri Jawani

Kya Tum Avi Tak Utna Hi Hasin Ho?

Dhundle Dhundle Hain Meri Nazar

Aye Mitti Meri Kya Avi Tak Tum Rangin Ho?

Haqeeqat Se Jujh Raha Hoon Har Dam

Na Mil Sakta Hoon Tumse 

Tum Ab Woh Durr Asman Ki Khowab Ho

Jo Khoye Hue Lamhon Mein Daabi

Dhundti Hoon Roz Bebas Halat Mein

Lauta Do Mujhe Woh Pal Ek Bar Phir Se 

Kyun Ke Tumhi Meri Har Sawal Ka Jabab Ho      

                        

                                                     A TRIBUTE TO THOSE PEOPLE

                                                       WHO KNOWS THE SUFFERING

                                                  OF  THE BURDEN OF BOUNDARIES  !!!
                                                                                 
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     COURTESY OF MAMMO 
                                        
                                              THE MASTER PIECE OF Mr. SHYAM BENEGAL 
                                                             :D LOVE YOU SIR ! <3<3<3

                                                                                

                                                                                                                                                        

Mughal Magic @- :)

                                                                              

Art and Architecture of Mughal Art have been successful in creating huge aura among the art lovers. The splendour of Mughal art always appeals to the aesthetic spirit of all art enthusiasts. The subtlety of the finesse and the dazzle of the aura associated with the artistic achievements calls for a keen interest in the subject.


Under the Mughals (1526-1858) India grew into a prolific centre of cultural cultivation, literary pursuit and architectural marvel, comparable to the Iran under the Safavids.

A fundamental feature of Mughal art was manuscript-illumination. A noteworthy example is Persian miniature painting. One of such painting shows a small figure of Akbar, holding a flower and carrying a sword by his side.

The presence of the flower and the sword is very symbolic. Flower represents calmness and peace-loving attributes of Akbar, while the sword speaks for his royal origin, blue-blood and inherent bravery. These Mughul paintings were usually invested with rich imagery and profound meanings. During Humayun`s rule, the intricate illustration of Amir Hamza, a fabulous narrative produced 1400 paintings on cloth were conducted by expert Persian painters.

Building style flourished under the Mughal emperors from the mid 16th to the 17th century. The Mughal period marked a striking revival of Islamic architecture in northern India, where Persian and Indian provincial styles were fused to produce works of great refinement. White marble and red sandstone were favoured material. The mausoleum built to commemorate Humayun was probably the first great Mughal architecture. The tomb is laid down in a garden with octagonal chambers linked to an exquisite archway and with kiosks, cupolas and pinnacles affixed to it. The eminent Persian architect, Mirza Miyak Ghiyas, gave shape to it. The use of double dome, and archway inside a rectangular fronton (arena), and park like surroundings are typical of the Shah Jahan period, when Mughal design reached its zenith.

The Fatehpur Sikhri, built in 1571, is a wonderful manifestation of a beautiful blend of Christain, Hindu, Persian, Buddhist and Jain architectural influences, besides being an Islamic artistry. The building reflects Akbar`s design of making it a House of Worship, for the syncretic religion " Din-i -illahi".

The Panch Mahal, the tallest tower in the premises of the Mughal Palace, and the Diwan-i-Khas are elegant architectural constructions. Akbar promoted the writings of literary figures like Abul Fazl composing informative texts like Ain-I-Akbari and Akbarnama. The "Lilabati", an enlightening work on mathematics by Faizi, casts light on the Mughals` in depth knowledge of the discipline. Even the "Memoirs" of Babur, a comprehensive literature of human history received its Persian version from the famous Abdur Rahim Khan is and important literary development of Akbar`s regime.

Jahangir prioritized the portraiture of events from his own life, scientific study of the flora and the fauna above manuscript-illumination. Mansur and Manohar were his favourite painters. The fascination for nature`s beauty is demonstrated in the creation of the gorgeous Shalimar Bagh, one of his most beautiful gardens, on the heavenly banks of the Dal Lake in Kashmir.

Architectural excellences like the five-tiered tomb of his father, Akbar, the white marble magic in Ajmer and other opulent marble formations soothes the eye. The acme of perfection of Mughal architecture is the Taj Mahal (made from 1628-1658), set on the banks of the river Yamuna. This romantic structure, all the more divine-looking in a moonlit night, is vocal of the emotional intensity in the perpetual perennial love of Shah Jahan and Mumtaz.

In 1638, Shah Jahan declared Delhi as the capital, and authenticated his decision with the foundation of the historic Red Fort in Delhi. Another testimony of artistic grandeur is the ravishing peacock throne, which is itself beauty personified.

Artistic ventures started experiencing decline since the orthodox rule of Aurangzeb. However, the Mughals never perished into the void of oblivion .Their artistic richness continues to enchant admirers forever.

A COURTESY OF www.indianetzone.com
                                                                 Enjoy the Essence of India !!! :D

                                                                                    

Ani-Buddies ! :D

                                                                                  
They Are Precious, Faithful, Caring, Adorable, Dependable,Warm Heart , Sensitive, Intelligent, Looking Beautiful , Understanding & The Best Companion & True Server of Mankind !!! Yes We Call Them ANIMAL , But Sometime they prove themselves more Humanly & Kind Nature More than so called Civilized Human . Here is A Little Tribute to Them :D . MY DEAREST ANI-BUDDIES !!!!! <3<3<3 LOVE YOU :O :) ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL 
 Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh     
ENJOY EVERY BODY !! :D

1. DOGGY  

2. Catty                  

      3. Penguin                                                                                       

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     5. Swans                    

                                                                                                                                            

Bekhudi

Ho Gayi Main Aaj Deewani

Hoke Sari Duniya Se Begani

Tor  Ke Sari Rasmein Zamane Ki

Chha Gayi Hain Dekho Mujh Mein Rawani

Lagan Lagi Hain Aaj Dhuno Ki

Barhti Dharkan Ke Raag Suno Ji

Saat Rangon Ki Mele Pankh Pasarein

Dil Hi Dil Mein Asmani Khowab Buno Ji

Koi Na Aaj Hosh Mein Rahein

Na Koi Aaj Dard Sahein

Pilado Pilado Kurbat Ke Madira

Jism Pe Jism Orr Ke Sab Behosh Rahein

Bajao Bansuri Lao Ektara

Khushi Se Jhumein Barish Ke Sitara

Bheeg Ne Do Tan Ko Bheeg Ne Do Mann Ko

Dhuan Dhuan Sa Yeh Mausam Hain

Rass Bhari Chalakti Hothon Ki Chumban Ki Madhusala

Tut Jane Doh Mujhe

Lut Jane Doh Mujhe

Bahene Do Meri Rag Rag Mein

Lal Pile Kesariya Chahat Ki Fuhar

Pahena Do Mujhe Chameli Ke Kangan

Mere Gale Mein Dalo Pritam Ke Haar

Kaise Batau Kya Dil-e-Mahole Hain

Tan Bhi Jale Maan Mein Vi Aagan Hain

Jao Jao Badra Leke Aao Kahin Se 

Iss Hasin Bechain Zakhmon Ki Marham 

Koun Pukarein Mujhe Sadiyon Se

Haasti Uchalti Machalti Nadiyon Se

Baheti Ek Nau Se Aati Hain Madhur Si Sadah

Woh Koun Hain Albela Sajan Zara Pucho Laheron Se 

                                                       Let's Celebrate Drunken Dancing Rain !!!!
                                                                         M-e-Z  :D  <3 <3 <3

                                                                                 

Aghori - The Awareness :)

                                                                                                                       
                                                  

The Aghoris are one of the principal Indian traditions and the most extreme and fascinating form of the Tantra. Dattatreya, a divinity that includes the Trimurti Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, are considered to be the founder of this school.

The sanscrit term Aghora is the combination among two words and has various meanings: A is a negation; Ghora is the obscurity of the ignorance, but it also means intense, deep; Aghora therefore means Light, absence of obscurity, awareness, but it also symbolizes a style of life where a person of the Aghori tradition doesn't have intense or deep feelings, it doesn't make difference among the various feelings, seems to be indifferent to the various stories of the life.

It is said that Aghoris drink liqueurs, smoke Ganja, eat meat (in some rites also human meat); they use a human skull as a bowl, they wander among the funeral pyres, meditate at night and don't have any sex inhibition. This path seems to be detached completely from hinduist philosophies and it deceives the true nature of this little known reality in the indian sadhus (ascetics) panorama.

They are also known for their knowledge of magic arts; many people believe they owns magic powers and it is not difficult to hear histories of miraculous recoveries. Among the people, the word Aghori always arouses a mixture between respect and suspect; anyway they also have many devotees among the various religion present in India. Together with an Aghori you can easily found hindus, sicks, muslims, jains, Christians or other.

In reality when we are together with these sadhus seems to be in front of a mystical crazy person,The Fools of the tarots, all the rational thoughts seem to fade away for leaving place to an intense spiritual experience, over every duality.

The death's theme, so recurrent among the Aghoris, constantly remembers us our mortality but it is also a challenge to transcend the duality between life and death. Breaking every mental scheme, going over every taboo makes aware of the illusion of this world and becomes a path toward the liberation (moksha), the realization of the itself with the absolute one. Also the conventional Hindu distinction among pure and impure for the Aghoris is an illusion.

The site proposes to spread and to let know the Aghori culture too often misunderstood and stigmatized as one dark "sect". It doesn't absolutely want to make proselytism in accord with the conviction that any religion is pure illusion, fruit of mental conjectures and that in sum it estranges the man from the native spiritual message. 

A Courtesy of www.aghori.it

Death is Not the End of Life, The Real Journey of Awareness  Begins after the Death ! :) That's Why Death is Eternal Truth & We Should Welcome It with Peacefully & Respectively With Love . Aghori's are the Real searchers of Life  ! That's Why I Love them So Much !!! :D This is A Little Tribute to Them . <3 <3 <3