Who? You. Me? Yes.

As we grow, we face different kinds of situations, incidents and experiences that shape our personality. Our course of life develops us into an individual with a unique story and that’s why each and every one of us is a very special presence on the earth.

At any moment in your life, keep believing in yourself because your thoughts combined with actions mold your future. You have to be the best version of yourself and in this pursuit never let go of your true self for the sake of perfection. As mostly when we want to be perfect, we actually wish to be like someone who seems perfect to us. A better approach would be to see the achievements of others as the fruits of good self control and critical self analysis. They crafted their story, appreciate them for that and don’t forget that you have to create your own.

One day, you may shine brighter than the diamond that used to mesmerize you.

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Babysit yourself

Sometimes you come to bed physically and emotionally bruised. Your muscles ache from the exercise and your heart is kind of numb to expect anything from anyone. That’s the time when you have no doubts – you clearly see that every one is busy in their own life. Your friends, relatives and colleagues only share a certain part of your life and for the rest of the time you have to babysit yourself. You have to take the responsibility to make yourself happy because others are busy in doing the same for themselves. Just remember that your attempt to create happiness should not be a trouble for anyone else. I might be wrong or i might have had bad experiences but that’s what i believe before closing my eyes to sleep tonight.

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Constant among variables

This world shall pass

and all that goes on here shall pass too

the little boys of today

will become grey haired tomorrow

the flowers that adorn the garden today

will perish too

the caravans shall pass

as they ain’t meant to stay

everything that exists

and all that we see

is intoxicated with the wine of change

but a lover’s heart never changes

although the sea reaches the sands everyday

to erase the footsteps of those who part their ways

but the tides don’t touch

the impressions made on the heart

the way someone makes you feel

stays in your memory till the last sigh

while the body gets busy with the daily chores

the heart spends its days similarly

remembering the love every moment

singing the songs

and dreaming for unison

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The door is open

We breathe in an eventful world which keeps posing questions to an active mind. With promises of joy, sorrows and hopes this world lures its dwellers with exciting pursuits, confuses them with the options, tests them by empowering them and wipes them when the time’s up. 

The webs of mysteries and psychological challenges entwine us  during the span of our life and while living every next moment we keep on knowing new things which either augment our knowledge or challenge our understandings. For those who live in real sense, this process keeps on going until their heartbeat stops.

Everyone handles the mystery of life according to their caliber. Some consider it a Suffering and some see it as an opportunity. Some try to solve its mystery and some prefer to rely on others to feed their queries. But all that matters is that how one used the opportunity of being alive; otherwise a human being is nothing more than a package of privileged matter that exercises its powers until that final moment when it starts decomposing to the same matter. Mud returns to mud. Eventually the candle burns itself down.

Its wise to stay open to knowledge. Train your heart to receive wisdom. All the beings deserve love and all the sayings need to be listened carefully. Your heart starts welcoming the knowledge when you start accepting the people and respect their thoughts. Just as if you keep the door of a room open, its more likely that the warmth and brightness of sunlight will fill it. Closed doors reflect the light back.

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The reason

When dull cold eves on a distant cottage

all of a sudden, turn warm and bright

Wretched tracks on my tiring way

start to beam and  glow with a light

Familiar shadows traverse my thoughts

as songs tickle the bored numb ears

My mind recalls the moments of joy

on the memory strip, your face appears

The yellow bird then reveals itself

and i watch it go as its only beholder

Colorful moths and elegant butterflies

come one by one and kiss my shoulder

Wherever i go, i earn some love

even on the bad days, i get respect

killer smiles and funny surprises

all the fun that one could expect

and i know why it happens

There’s a soul which makes it happen

gives me hope and keeps me strong

when i am in need, it holds my hand

and pulls me out, if i dive into wrong

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Of the blues

We think a lot, we talk a lot and our tongue keeps thrashing the benchmarks of eloquence, discussing any topic that crosses our mind. Bringing all the possibilities and impossibilities under the blade of our tongue, we keep babbling. Though words that really matter, the confident thoughts of taking actions which really mold our lives don’t cross our mind so often.

It has been observed that those gifted moments which can change the course of our lives are bestowed upon us when we are stressed. When you are confused or unsatisfied with a certain situation, it’s probable that you’ll use your energies to change it. That’s the way humans are designed to work.

We should be thankful to hard times and such moments that have compelled the human race to think and find a way out.  In a way those hardships have blessed the world with great ideas and inventions. Even the wise words of philosophers and thinkers that show us the light of hope in our painful times are the conclusions that they have reached after going through difficulties.

I agree that it’s easy to stand at the shore and tell the stories of storms and dangers of a voyage. As every suffering is different for a different person depending on particular circumstances. No doubt, when problems come to trap you they come well prepared. As if they have got a plan to make you suffer. They’ll catch you all of a sudden. No warnings. One would grab you from back; another would tie your hands so tight that your eyes would contract into a sum of crumbled lines but they won’t take a pity on you. The leader of the pack would sit on your chest with a vicious smile, whispering “How’s that”. Now it’s your turn to retaliate, how big that problem may be; i hope it won’t be hard for you to agree that after all we humans are the biggest problem. To fight back or accept defeat is all up to you.

As nothing lasts for ever, when you confront the problems bravely, sooner or later they pack up and run away leaving mere traces behind, blessing you  with a new lesson of life.

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Mist

 

I left them somewhere
I left them somewhere back

Gilded bridges
that I crossed every day
to wander the dunes
where fears allay

Red berry bushes
that I saw on way
and temples of beauty
where heart used to sway

I moved ahead of all those musings
leaving them somewhere back in the mist
opened my wings and flew away
soaked in the charm of judicious gist

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Luminescence of a Tear

 

Bazme huzoor-e-sha na kashad zehmat-e-charaagh
Ashq-e jillaa dehand o shab-e ra sahar kunand

(Mirza Bedil)

THE GATHERING OF LOVERS DONT NEED LAMPS FOR LIGHT
THE GLOW OF A TEAR ON THE EYE LIDS OF A LOVER CAN TURN THE NIGHT INTO DAY

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A story

 

 

Beauty lured the young heart

and trapped the careless prey

the slayed, danced with joy

oblivious of the way

eyes recalled at night

the glimpse caught at day

heart; wept and sobbed

and madly sought for more

like this days passed

but for every spring there is autumn

and none can deter the change

tempting flowers of previous morning

taste the doom today

 

then there came a time

when Beauty faded away

and for lover’s surprise

so did the Love

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Reechoing Rumi

I sleep and then i wake up. After the daily chores when i am tired i sleep again. Sun sets in west and again climbs the sky from east, to dip in the west again. Same; as you do. My truth is different from your truth, my enlightenment is distinctly separate from yours. Every entity in this universe has its own truth, its own myth and all these truths are subset of an eternal truth.
what if someone is born to a blacksmith parents and not to a King? Though it seems injustice but if the young blacksmith is able to unfold his myth, his purpose of life, his reason then he can lead a far better life than a king. When someone has more power and wealth, its difficult for him to find his reason as mists of illusions and chains of social trends and bindings tie his feet potently.
Generally; Weak doesn’t tries to unfold his myth and the Powerful is not permitted to follow this course.
Those who even find a meager bit of their truth are remembered for centuries.

Following is; a part of Ru-mi’s poem:

But don’t be satisfied with stories,
how things have gone with others
Unfold your own myth,
without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you

Start walking toward Shams
Your legs will get heavy
and tired.  Then comes a moment
of feeling the wings you’ve grown,
lifting.

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