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Happy Birthday, Andy! God bless. May your winter be warm with love, affection and all-round festivity. Hugs and Chocolates.

Oh dyer of mine, Dear Dyer of mine, Please reveal your secrets divine, What concoction have you created dear, Of your colors and godforsaken water! My heart’s all blue in love so profound, My cloak’s soaked in saffron unbound… How am I to complain of my tale? I like a stubborn asked you to color my veil, Oh! Your colors penetrated my fabric, insane, Deep within my heart ‘n soul everything’s dyed of your stain, Color my heart away, Oh this feelin’… Dyer, Are you so intoxicated on Opium! Why ask me, what shade now to come undone? Color and stains are your business of things, You only know, what should you be coloring… My beloved hue, My soul mate shade, My spring , my autumn, my rainfall, you color all my seasons with your palette A single drop of your love ingredient Just a single drop of your romantic blend Colors up my seven seas in a second, Color me off limits, Color my boundaries, Color me extreme, color my unceasing infinities, My temple, My mosque, My entire world indeed Oh dyer, why must we be separated by two different spaces, Paint just one single shade to both worlds with your embraces, Paint every moment, The courtyards of my maternal and marital heavens Drape in one single shade all my 24 sevens Color my sleep, color my peace, Color even the creases of my dreams, Color my amazement of you, Come paint the desires of my heart too, Color away our union, And if you can’t, forget not to paint our separation, Even with the pain of being apart, i must live on, Color my dare to carry on, O dyer of mine, What’s your own real color? Reveal your shine, Oh you’re my lover, my resting ground is you, My color and my colorful dyer too, My sail, my center of ocean, I sink in you, I come afloat under your beacon Your every word is my supreme given You are my owner and my dearest friend, My breathing soul is in your able hands, Oh my murderer, my justice giver I’m clueless without you forever, My journey, my travel mate in sight, My riddance, My genesis, My guiding light, My lord is you, my disciple too, I found a sage and divine signs in you, Where could I go without you, Where could I go without you, Where could I ever go without you, Without you... Oh dyer of mine, Dear dyer of mine, Please reveal your secrets divine, What concoction have you created dear, Of your colors and godforsaken water! My heart’s all blue in love so profound, My cloak’s soaked in saffron unbound… This stunning poetry is a translation of a Sufi song used in the film "Tanu weds Manu" (2011) titled "Rangrez" ("The Dyer"). This is the original translation made by the composer Krsna. The actual song is in a heavily Urdu laden Hindi. While I don't agree to the translated work in all places, the original is absolutely electrifying and the song sung by the famous Wadali Brothers in their traditional Quwali Style is simply amazing. Sufism sees the world and its maker through the lenses of Love. Everything is reminiscent of love to them. They see God as the lover and human soul the beloved and vice versa. This is a very intimate relationship bordering on madness. The Dyer mentioned here is of course God and the color of saffron is the color of sacrifice, complete and utter surrenderance. The whole soulful manner of the poetry and beautiful metaphors make it a sumptuous meal. Even if you ignore the religious fervor, it is an excellent love poem on its own. For those who are interested in the original: http://krsnamusic.com/lyrics/tanu-weds-manu-lyrics/tanu-weds-manu-song-rangrez-lyrics-english-translation-rangrez-meaning/

Thank you MamaCroc! *huggles*

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I have waited many nights like this Through the dissident thunders and winds running wild Through raindrops trickling from the broken windows I have waited in my vigilant silence So dark your visage yet tranquil as smoggy mornings I have spent many nights trying to discern their silhouette Against the many shades of grey my vision had painted In the bleak canvas of nature’s blasphemous hawking I fear her call, the insistent solicitation of a harlot Aware of nature’s charm in beguiling nubile minds I confront my passions in the obscure an’ dilapidated And in my heart find abeyance my only true calling Thus on nights like this I wait I wait for a chance glimpse A miracle wrapped in misery And a deliverance eternal ©asamvav111

Congo. Honest labour and honest pay... something you don't see much these days.

*hugs back*

My beloved didn’t answer my prayer I tried all my usual tricks I dried my tears at his feet I covered my head in my shame and walked away Finally understood what it is to lose, to a pretty face An uncaring smile and those ravishing eyes Snuffed out my soft ambers’ austere plea My beloved didn’t look back ©asamvav111

So all I have to do is die? Yeah i know bad joke. I miss Roan too. I have known him only a blink of time. He had that kind of heart that touched people around him immensely. Lord rest his soul. Yes, when we remember something it is either the pleasure or the pain it caused us that makes it stick in our memory. In most cases it is the combination of two. And tragedy hooks us in. So, ultimately the people who stand the test of time are those who had an impact, either positive or negative, with our lives, our time. It does not really prove their innocence nor does it disprove it.

Wish I had you when I went through that phase. Being bullied is never fun. What I learnt is the best thing is to ignore them. These losers are never that important to begin with and never will be. The only thing is that when they grow up they are still those bullies, and in the real world of complex politics straight out aggression seldom works. So, understandably they totally suck at grown up situations. The only thing to learn from them, is never to stoop that low.

I'm bisexual leaning gay. And I go through the exact same phases like Fishyy. At times I like girls and find men less attractive while other times it's the opposite. I didn't come out to my friend and family as bisexual, because in that case they may or may not take my homosexuality seriously. Plus most of the times I am into guys than girls. So I identify as gay. I think I'm a sensuous person irrespective of my sexuality. Besides, sexual identification has more to do with what you do outside the bedroom than in there.

Is the lack of gay cultural interaction in countries where homosexuality is punished a blessing in disguise? Has the internet been more of a curse for us who live in such countries because the interaction here is more focused on circulating the stereotypes than making our voices heard? What do you think?

Thank you. That was a very succinct summary. I liked this rant and I approve of it. Yes, it is a rant and arguably has some sour grape quality. Nonetheless it actually answers the question without tiptoeing around it. Deconstruction of "Culture" and "Gay" and other things are all very good, but it hardly looks at Gay Culture as a composite whole. Right now we are on the etymology of "Fag". Anyways, thank you for your honest opinion. It sure puts some light onto the ideas of Gay culture in North America. I like to think that we are in a post-gay era in that region. Even if rampant discrimination and the HIV-AIDS crisis had not reared its head, we would be there sooner or later. A consumerist culture is essentially fragmentary. It makes you think as an unit as opposed to a community. While this enhances personal freedom, it also diminishes the sense of togetherness that a community has. On an unrelated note, I found your comment to be of poetic value. Good writing.

Happy Birthday, Louis! God bless. May all your endeavors come to fruition this year. Have a great party. Hugs and Chocolates.

hmm... You sound an awful lot like you are from Indian Subcontinent. Look, while it is a strong biological need to have someone to hold, it's not always feasible for everyone. Even if you were in a relationship, there is no gurrantee that your intense feelings will be reciprocated. Every mind is different and they work differently. Some people just can't stand the void, while others live perfect happy lives with their friends and family or even completely alone. One thing is for sure is that, it's better to be alone than to be with the wrong person. But, alas, the only way to know if s/he's the one, is to live with them. So, start dating and get into the thick of it. Try every size and make till you find the right fit... if you are lucky enough to find the right fit that is. And if you can't do that at the moment for whatever reason, just chill. You've still got plenty of time. Experience life as it comes. Don't be depressed. We are here for you. Hugs and Chocolates.

I like the very fact that you are writing blog again.

Ron makes a very interesting point on the demise of Gay culture in a portion of North America. Albeit North America is a modern age gay mecca, it still is not all this blend has to offer. The rest of the world should weigh in with their own specific regional flavors and outlooks. And I would like to know your views on the misogyny of Gay Culture. Notice how it is Gay not LGBT as it should be. Even a community which in its most essential point is a conglomeration of the oppressed, perpetuates oppression and discrimination on its own. The so called culture of homosexuals and prostitutes and other lowlifes, that was marginalized by the social masters of the day and tolerated only on the basis of the various carnal services these sectors provided, has now evolved to a high-spending-creative-well-educated-charade of society sanctioned debauchery. And it is male dominated to its core, much like its heterosexual cousin.

I think the fallacy in both your statements lie in the fact that you are taking "Gay Culture" as a homogeneous entity. And a culture is as diverse as the people practicing it.

All your works are a chance to commune with nature be it poetry, photography or something else. This story is absolutely serene. JoAnn says it right. You need to write a lot more. These precious gems are testament to that. Thank you for sharing this beauty with us. God bless.

is confused about the end. Sky needs more character development. Why is Dermot naked? Luther is a nice surprise. good story.

Well written. The romance and the fear both stand out clearly. I would have wanted the ghost to be a little more pursuant before he gave up on his lover's death. That "Premi" bit was a little too cheesy to me. All in all a good story. Perfect for the occasion.

Makes me wanna kiss your feet. Sorry! Sophiosexual here... Buzzinga! Another stereotype to fight off. *headbutts fishy then throws him a beer*

Happy Birthday! All the happy returns of the day to you. God bless. May the coming year be filled with laughter and happiness. Hugs and Chocolates.

"While you can excuse the MC because he's young and desirable, the lord however is old and pitiable and just pathetic." Interesting outlook.

You missed the fifth apparition Siddhartha saw, an ascetic renunciate, a person who has nothing to call his own and is not afraid of disease, old age or death. A completely free person. I'm a horse btw.