Her antiquity in preceding and surviving successive tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising, and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant implacable resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.
"Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose."
"For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain…"
"Have you ever seen a ray of sunlight shine through your window - watched its glimmer and dance, its illumination of particles that until now had been unseen? Have you ever stretched out your hand trying to catch it, but found that no matter how you place your palm, no matter which way you curl…"
"aqeelanaqvi: i get asked often, how to write well enough to garner attention. my answer is : take attention off the table. cultivate a relationship with your creativity. yourself. it’s an inside-out process. respect your voice. the way you sound. respect the maturation process. don’t ask for people to…"
"aqeelanaqvi: The right of your mother is that you should know that she carried you where no one carries anyone, she fed you with the fruit of her heart—that which no one feeds anyone, she protected you with her hearing and sight, her hands and legs, her hair and skin, and all her other organs…She did not care…"
"aqeelanaqvi: I chide society, I embrace solitude, and yet I am not so ungrateful as not to see the wise, the lovely, and the noble-minded, as from time to time they pass my gate…My friends have come to me unsought. The great God gave them to me…High thanks I owe you, excellent lovers, who carry out the world…"
"Every heart that is not aflame is no heart;
A frozen heart is nothing but a handful of clay.
O God! Give me a breast that sets ablaze,
And in that breast a heart,
and that heart consumed with fire.