Verse of the Week

meadow_sunset_-wallpaper-1920x1080

“I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

via Verse of the Week

Melody of the Week – In Dreams

I decided to started this section because:

  • I always listen to music whenever I read or write, some people think it diverts concentration, but I think it soothes the soul and puts you in a place the article you are reading or writing wants to.
  • Music is food for the soul, I think everyone should enjoy music and I want to share what I hear and like so that other people can listen to it too and enjoy it as much as I did.
  • I want to appreciate the people who have helped me grow as a person and writer on my fairly new blogging journey, honored to have known all of you.

P.S. if you look at my blog’s header you might see the shape of a guitar.

 

a_hobbit_house-wallpaper-1920x1200.jpg

In Dreams – Lord of the Rings

This is “In Dreams” composed by Howard Shore and his wife Elizabeth Cotnoir, sung by a boy church choir for The Lord of the Rings films. The Lord of the Rings has a great part to play in my life, I grew up watching it, it introduced me to the world of imagination and fantasy, I owe my interest and passion for creativity and fantasy to Lord of the Rings, the characters, the music and for the story. This for me is one of the best songs ever. This is eternal bliss and beauty.

I edited this video with lyrics and pictures of my choosing to show what goes through my mind whenever I listen to it. I hope you like it as much as I do. Watch it in HD for the best experience

Whenever I hear this, I always feel like a pure romantic, lost in the beauty of nature, winter and separation. I believe in the idea that the beauty and magic of reuniting with something you love (a person, a place, a state of mind) is only as good as the separation, the greater the separation the more powerful the Reunion.

A very special mention to Holly , a dear friend and a great blogger.

She is a genius poet and a beautiful soul, her symbolism and wordplay is the finest I have ever read.

P.S Holly, the red leaf trees symbolize the wildness and beauty of your hair, personality and poetry.

Check out her amazing blog by clicking the link below:

https://houseofheartweb.wordpress.com/

 

via Melody of the Week

Melody of the Week – Yadegare Doost

I decided to started this section because:

  • I always listen to music whenever I read or write, some people think it diverts concentration, but I think it soothes the soul and puts you in a place the article you are reading or writing wants to.
  • Music is food for the soul, I think everyone should enjoy music and I want to share what I hear and like so that other people can listen to it too and enjoy it as much as I did.
  • I want to appreciate the people who have helped me grow as a person and writer on my fairly new blogging journey, honored to have known all of you.

P.S. if you look at my blog’s header you might see the shape of a guitar.

p01xcznd

Rumi’s Yadegare Doost by Shahrem Nazeri

This is Rumi’s poem named “Yadegare Doost” (Persian, it means either ‘To rememer a friend’ or ‘In remembrance of a friend’) sung by Shahrem Nazeri, this is in Persian and sung in their dialect. I don’t know it’s translation and couldn’t find one. I am currently trying to translate this into English with my father’s aid, who knows persian very well, the only constraint is we don’t get much free time together. If any native Persian or anyone does know its translation do share, I will be very grateful. This is very beautiful and unique even for a fan of Oriental, Arabic and Persian music and literature, give it a hear, you will love it.

 

Whenever I hear this, I always feel like sitting in the window of an old Spanish or Arabic tavern, with the morning sky, the sunrise over the minarets and domes of the mosques dominating the skyline and an old man singing this loud and playing the instruments right down the street.

A special mention to Rameen, a dear friend and great blogger, check out her awesome blog by clicking the link below.

https://blogitwithrameen.wordpress.com/

via Melody of the Week

The Beauty of Dreams

 

sunrise_in_vietnam-wallpaper-1600x900
The Sunrise of My Dreams

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” ― Oscar Wilde

Most people think of dreamers as individuals who spend the better part of their days building castles in the sky, instead of being productive. Throughout history, dreamers have been branded as procrastinators and as being careless, irresponsible, crazy freaks and man-children who need to grow up.

Society’s major problem is that people are too quick to judge others. We don’t judge others by putting ourselves in other’s shoes, we judge them from our own perspective, which is fundamentally wrong. For example, how can you understand the pain of losing a child, friend or someone close to you if you have never lost someone? You can’t, and neither can you judge someone’s actions or decisions unless you have experienced their life, have had an identical state of mind and have faced every incident with the same physical and mental state, suffice to say no one can accurately judge another.

“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.” ― John Lennon

I believe only a dreamer can truly understand another dreamer, I also believe that everyone is a dreamer in his/her own way. Some dream of wealth, luxury, expensive clothes, cars and apartments. Some dream of lilies, lakes, blossom trees or a small cottage on a hill and some dream of love, family, pets and friends. All have their own dreams for happiness, the concept of happiness is one for all, the difference is how everyone pictures it.

Do you ever dream and feel happy when looking at an orange sunset? listening to birds chirping at dawn? hearing the raindrops fall on the leaves or waves crashing on the beach? the smell of wet soil or freshly cut grass? or when you finish a book? achieve a milestone? win a competition? hear someone laughing at your joke or hear the cheer and applause of a whole audience for you? if you do, never tell yourself that you aren’t a dreamer, never tell yourself that you never dreamed for happiness.

single_tree_mist_over_lake-wallpaper-1600x900
The Sunset of My Dreams

It is never wrong to dream, the people who never dream, never learn to value moments which actually make them happy. What is the use of all that achievement, success, applause and appreciation if you never lay down, close your eyes and think about how beautiful it all felt. Hasn’t there been a moment or time in your life when you are smiling at everyone and everyone for no apparent reason and everything feels beautiful, feels blissful? To be in a chase is not always healthy, you should once in a while lay down and dream about whatever you like, without attaching the worries of reality to it. Not all dreams come true, not all of them become reality, but what matters most is “to dream a Dream” because only in dreams can you be truly happy, dreams give you what reality will never; the ability to fly, soar, create all your wildest imaginations and the feeling of being alive, the feeling of being human.

“Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I’ll show you a happy man.”

“But only in their dreams can men be truly free. ‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be.” – Dead Poets Society