Buddy : World : Yaar

Bulleh Shah

Beloved : Yaar : Friend

Muhammad Iqbal

Great! My fucking attic is haunted! My mind is haunted, my thoughts are haunted. I am haunted; possessed, plagued with demons! My mother is here! My unborn children are here. My future is here, my dreams. Everyone who means anything to me, good or bad, pleasant or unpleasant, is here. How do they all fit? How could I have not seen them right away? Of course, they’re here. This is where they are. My attic is me, there is no place else. Whether or not they have physical counterparts out in the real world is meaningless to me, just as the fact that I might be a real person in the real world is meaningless to them. Perception is reality. I am possessed by my own perceptions; not by things and people, future and past, but by my perceptions of them. These are my connections, my attachments. Maybe all I really am is the sum of all these connections, these fearful longings and graspings. What is an attachment anyway? It’s a belief, that’s all. A strong one maybe, but just a belief. And yes, Jed, I know: No belief is true.

Jed McKenna

Do also come by, so the business of the garden flowed
چلے بھی آؤ کہ گلشن کا کاروبار چلے

Faiz Ahmad Faiz

Talk : Monkey : Dance