Thursday, August 27, 2009
(August 15th, 2009)
A very happy Independence Day!
A great day really... I need not to say much as most of the things have been said already. I just need to remain firm with my decisions and promises to everyone else and myself!
Its not the single day when I think I'm living in an independent nation with people still not independent from the shackles of identity.
Why India? Why America? Why Pakistan? Why Russia?
Why Boy? Why Girl?
Why Old? Why Young?
Why Hindu? Why Muslim? Why Christian?
Why Black? Why White?
No doubt every coin has its two faces, but when do we forget that being a coin is important... none is interested in heads & tails. Then, why the discrimination here???
We all are same...creatures...existing & living... with thoughts, so that the survival remain continued and a better world with more love can be seen.
Why the 'spirit' need to be searched now? Why people have became too reluctant to worry about anything but themselves? Why they find pleasures in building their castles on the dust of someone's home? Why do they fight and enjoy it at the same time?
Oh please, don't say no one enjoy the fights & terror! Its not the aliens who come and shatter the dreams & hopes of people living on earth!
When every other thing is diagnosed, the root cause of illness still remain ignored! A world without any identity at all is not possible! And if you too believe in this, then a better world's imagination cannot be forever!
If today is not the time, then I promise you & warn you that the time will never come!
I personally hate any sort of identification but I fear that even I'm so bound that I can't ignore the names given to me.
I'm known to every other person & every other is known to me by one or the other way of identity.
Be it identity not here, everything would have same & all the people with same mind & under same category. But then, the world wouldn't have progressed, as no scale would have left for measuring the changes, because even if changes are there, everything would have changed as whole leading no means to trace back the earlier status as no identity is available.
Being with identity is problem!
Not being with identity is also problem!
What should a man do then???
Its never said to ignore identity at all, but its said to remove the discrimination.
To visualize a world that is 'one', this is very important!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Zindagi aur Khwaab, sab ek nahin hote,
Zindagi to sach hai aur khwaab fasaana.
Zindagi bahut kasi huyi hai
Dard se, bandhanon se,
Ansuljhi gutthiyon se,
Karm ka bojh sir par le,
Jaagna hota hai insaan ko,
Daudna padta hai umra bhar,
Aur fir haar jana hota hai ant mein,
Zindagi bahut kasi huyi hai.
Use to koi kabhi samajh hi nahi paaya,
Use koi kabhi samajh bhi nahi sakta,
Use bhala koi kabhi samajhna bhi kyun chahe,
Itni aazadi aur shaanti, bhala aur kahaan hain
Aazadi vichaaron ki,
Aazadi kuch na karne ki,
Aazadi kabhi na jaagne ki,
Aazadi kabhi na haarne ki.
Par kisi raat chahe savera ho na ho,
Jaag hi jaata hai insaan
Pataa nahi kaunse dard se,
Pahchaan kar paana bhi mushkil sa lagta hai
Bas itna samajh aata hai, wo jaag gaya
Kyunki use jaagna hota hai,
Aur jaanna hota hai ek aur sach
Sach jo sabko ek kar deta hai.
Bhala zindagi aur khwaab ek hi to hain
Ek din sabka ant ho jaata hai
Aur ant hi to hai sabse badaa sach.
Mujhe ant ki parwaah nahi
Par khwaab, uska kya karun
Wo to fasaana lagta tha
Aaj wo bhi sach nikla
Pahle di kuch aashaayein,
Aur fir toot ke bikhar gaya
Usne bhi diya dhokha aur dard
Kitna sach hai, kitna sahi
Khwaab bhi kitne kase huye hain.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Just a few words... its not for the praise of a great friend Alfan... its just a l'il gift for him which tells what he is....
The day is remembered,
Even by the history,
The day still unsolved,
The day still a mystery.
The hills echoing carols,
The aureole shimmering bright,
When the Lord landed on earth,
The universe filled with light.
Born to chase triumphs,
Sworn to ne'er desist,
To portend the Lord's grandeur,
The epics can't resist.
Nourished by the stars,
Imbibed with naivety,
Befriend to astrayed,
Connoisseur for subtlety.
A bijou, reckless & robust,
A soul, solicitous & wise,
To extol Lord's tacit zenith,
The words may not suffice....
(to be continued...)
That is You...
A drop in the rain,
A healer in the pain,
A fellow for alone,
The Chosen soul.
That is You..
A sweet chum,
Difficult and lazy,
But a bijou so worthy,
Amusing and crazy.
That is you...
A step in the miles,
A beginning to an end,
A true Friend...
Yes it is YOU...