I thought about haunting Gaia since two weeks past did not pay a single visit to this grandeur n my most favourite online community. 

I confess sincerely my hearted apologies for haunting this good n grandeur community quite less nowdays. I again say I am extremely sorry friends and I myself missing this community and its congenial, friendly n noble people. however I do promise to be stay connected with this community. 
Moreover I cannot stick now like earlier used to be with community and with its people and also wonot be able to put forth my blogs like earlier. Maybe oneday when I have my personal computer or a laptop then I could resume similarly as earlier I used to participate with this lovely community. I am sorry friends. Namaskar

sending many loves, lights and best-wishes to every my friends !

Man qaala laa ilaaha ill Allah, dakhala al-janna
Whoever says, 'There is no god, but God,' enters Paradise.

-Hadith of the Prophet Muhammad

' Ibaaraatuhum shattaa wa-husnuka waahid
Wa-kullun ilaa dhaaka al-jamaali yushiir ''
Their expressions are manifold and Your loveliness is one
And everyone points to that beauty
Quoted by Shaykh 'Abd al-Halim Mahmud, former Shaykh al-Azhar

Jumla ma'shuq ast-o 'aashiq pardah'i
Zenda ma'shuq ast-o 'aashiq mordah'i
All is the Beloved and the lover is a veil
The Beloved is alive and the lover is dead

                                       Rumi, Mathnawi

Ever since Sufis began to speak about Sufism, they have defined it in many different ways. translated from Persian, titled What is Tasawwuf (Sufism). Sufis-which is what practioners of Sufism are called- see themselves to be on a spiritual journey toward God. In order to guide spiritual travellers and to express the states of consciousness experienced on this journey, Sufis produced an enormously rich body of literature, This journey is referred to as the path (tariqah). While all Muslims believe that they are on the pathway to God and will become close to God in Paradise- after death and the " Final Judgment "- Sufis believe as well that it is possible to become close to God and to experience this closeness- while one is alive.

Furthermore, the attainment of the knowledge that comes with such intimacy with God, Sufis assert, is the very purpose of the creation. Here mentioning the hadith qudsi in which God states, " I was a hidden treasure and I loved that I be known, so I created the creation in order to be known." Hence for the Sufis there is already a momentum, a continuous attraction on their hearts exerted by God, pulling them, in love, towards God. They experience the joyful ecstasy of being gently drawn to their Eternal Beloved, yet this primordially blissful return seems to have been interrupted. The Persian poet Hafiz remarked,
O Wine giver, pour me a cup and pass it around
for love seemed easy at first, but later the difficulties arose.

Allah Hafiz ! ( May Allah protect you ) Wishing every my friends to have a blessed and most quietude weekend with lots frisky moments !

We are all ONE, I strive for oneness and I find in everybody something to be learned. I consider everyone to be equally talked, acknowledge and treated and so I endeavour to keep my this spirit alive.

we have so short a life and if we cannot live lovingly, mutually peacefully then we are foolish because this is loves and friendliness that keep alive our spirit into happinesses rather. I just say do not choose any particular people or caste or creed but yes please endeavour to establish sense of connectedness with everyone even with plants and animals. thank you, much loves, light and peace to everyone !

One who can learn to be contented with what he/she has been stuffed in their respective life, can certainly be happy always. one need to be daring and cheering even in their distress and ruining times because life cannot bestow every wants of oneself. thank you much loves n light to every body !

my outlook for Oneness, being quite generous with attitude and congeniality thoughts giving meaning to my life. though I am intrigued by life itself.
Love and light to every my friends and readers !

It was a torrid, sultry noon in my small remote village ( located in the Eastern India ). I can easily reckon, my colleagues collected outside my house to go on a spree. firstly decided to march to a pond located at a distance of half a mile by foot. subsequently borne idea of plucking mangoes from near-by orchards whilst stroding for pool.
we had ourselves to bathe in cool water for a bit of time. stretching all notorious activities from sneering to dabbling, shrieking to bullying others. after adventurous bath few reluctantly agreed to march toward orchard as we were forbid to enter since solely owned by rich, despot land-lords. as It was my notion so was I much earnest to resume, though friends propped me promptly. during the month of may and june, mangoes flourish lavishly in areas of north- central India. I could not resist my temptation to fall at mangoes as glances struck trees thickly laden with sappy mangoes and trepassed into orchard by sneaking from watchmen, we were driven into delirious lure by copius mangoes and keep darting deep inside the orchard.

rushed on the floor to fumble stones but stones striking could not work well, and none was ready to climb on a tree due to fear of unable to run away if watchmen appear and ultimately  become their prey. however, I decided to climb on tree to pluck mangoes. to my unfortunate  was caught by a watchman though friends gave shouts, due to thick tall tree skidded, crawled sluggishly provided watchman easy clasp.
I was escorted by watchman to my home. he complained to my mother impertinently about our mischievous activity swiftly.

I was escorted by watchman to my home. he complained to my mother impertinently about our mischievous activity effortlessly. to this my naughtiness, mom decided to imprison me into a tiny, musty cramped room in the house which used to resonant me as a creepy room during childhood. gloomy, smeared and tarnished with number of spiderwebs hanging, mouldy stinky smell keep haunting in one's nose until absolute exit from filthy room. the antiquated low wooden door, whose rusted hinges make grating sound on giving movements, made me to quiver. I used to peep stealthily when mom used to enter with the dim lighted lantern ( traditional lightning apparatus in villages when electricity was absence ). she use this dilapidated room for storing outdated, ignorant stuffs. my memories gradually countering these fancies and wave of timidness felt by me as mother took me to scary room but my persistent cry melt her to forgive me and pardon my mischievousness.

I am absolutely obsessed with integrating thoughts, magnanimous and friendly spirit. sometime introvert. myself being candid, honest, pensive and gregarious kind of person. I am repulsive toward thoughts pertaining egoism ro aparthied or animosity.

I think spiritual contentment can enconse oneself into peace. when I was restful into quietude of Auroville

who would not pay to explore any mystery, only lazies or cowards. infact mystery is something very compelling or strong urge to drive oneself persistently. mystery is the most beautiful journey, some time adventurous and wide fun exploration it becomes - friends do am I right ?
I think my friends posing mysteries to me in my life it is challenging to understand or predict what crawl in one's mind. nowhere to go but in circle of my friends at Gaia itself. It is perplexing to me of  friend's attitudes ( of this community ) moreover it do gnawe me maybe I am quite emotional or consider friendship too much or conscious of it or my love for oneness.

I do open challenge to everyone in this community ; Is there anyone in this community who believe in true friendship or thinks to be quite loyal, honest with friendship then put me down. I really have not met yet any true, honest, real friend in my life yet. this is mystery to me.