“Who do you think is a real artist?” Asked The Wizard.
“The one who whenever looks at any creation, he submerged himself completely.”
Replied the young painter.
“I am confirmed. You have understood the art. Now you can go.”
Said the Wizard.
I didn’t told you
I wanted to do
But fortunately a doubt
Stopped me to do.
I surrender to situation
Decided not to talk
But the force off you
Didn’t allowed me to walk.
I cried, I laughed too much
I wept and smiled
I lost my control on myself
And the man inside me died.
The soft women
Of whom I was unaware
Came out of me
And told me with care.
Isn’t it is beautiful,
Isn’t it is enjoyable,
Go deep and dig more
The treasure there is uncountable.
I cried, I enjoyed,
I wept, I enjoyed,
I enjoyed the pain,
And in pleasure I enjoyed.
I got you in real form,
I got you inside me
The women of me,
Was you inside me.
You was unaware
I was completely taken
But the wall between me
And you was broken..
A saint,A mystic,
Who tried to taught,
Love and truth.
With love and respect for Guru Ghasidas Baba
In the mid of a convention of so called intelligent people, The Wizard was given a place in the corner. He accepted it with contentment.
He get bored after a while, when he saw that the intelligent people are talking about nonsense things.
“What if there would be no pain?” Said one intelligent.
“World will be free of pain and happiness will be everywhere.” Answered the other intelligent and all the intelligent people accepted his statement.
“No!” Wizard yelled from corner, he stand and adjusted his bag. Then he said
“All the people standing in front of door. I am warning you, leave your place.”
Everyone get scared and they leaved their places.
He rushed toward the door and after reaching to the door he said,
“If there would be no pain, there would be no life, and no poet.”
“And if there would be no poet, you people will don’t be able to read any intelligent thing.”
“And if you will don’t read anything, you will don’t think you are wise.”
“And if you will don’t think so you will don’t organize this convention.”
“And if you will don’t organize this convention you will don’t call me and I will not be bored.”
After saying so Wizard rushed from the place.
Again it rained in winter and gave me a feeling of celebration. Life celebrates every moment.
So let’s begin
1. drop is here. Can you see it?
2. This golden flower is very happy so we call it merry gold.
3. And the seed which contains a large Pipal tree inside.
4. At last … Beautiful.