There isn’t much to say…

Golden Childhood Years

Sometimes I scroll through my contact list,
Wanting to text or call…
Especially on the festival days,
Rakshabandhan and all…
I realize that there is so much to say…
And that, words would never be able to convey,
Causing this turmoil and pain,
Lot did I hide within me to appear sane.
As I think, I feel drowned in my own tears.
I remember those golden childhood years.
Those festivities, frolic and traditions,
My throat has a lump, I feel choked.
And…, I realize there isn’t much to say,
Anyways, words won’t be enough to convey…
The contact list is extensive,
And calls are free,
Time is imperative.
Life is ticking away.
I wait for the lump to clear.
Yes, I wait for some reasons to appear!
The network effectively connects, all our devices,
However, currently, the hearts are out of range!

Warrior

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There’s a warrior in me,
That earlier, I couldn’t see,
Some saw it, and reminded me,
That defiance, I thought so queer,
Was my essence igniting
My reasons to exist,
There was a warrior I could not see!

Bland

The colours of the rainbow are faded,
The leaves are pale green.
Life seemed to snail crawl.
The wind is still, stuck on the trees.
Someone, please set it free.
For I want to breathe again.
Thunder bring me the rain.
Slowly, drench my soul,
Wash away my pain,
Thirst for knowledge, grows.
Lost consciousness, regained?
Let peace dwells, in this moment.
Within, I dive deep,
May I rise, afloat,
Why is life bland, today?
Introspects my gypsy soul!

Unwaved Goodbyes

I know how hard you try,
Those unsaid apologies,
Those unwaved goodbyes.
The ego fights a battle,
The self-esteem sighs.
Some hard truths, some lies.
Such intricate fabric of life.
Labyrinth of thoughts,
The matrix we try to defy.
Whether to wait or to try?
I am drowning in the ocean
Of my own creation.
Where in the world is, respite?
More I observe, more I identify,
Transitory nature of my life!

Life is a catalyst!

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There is so much to learn about one’s own self. We keep making these mistakes of thinking we can bring about change in others. Even as a teacher or parent I can simply model a behaviour. The capacity in others to observe and imbibe is beyond my domain. The ideas as to how “life should be” are all crap. Life is a catalyst for its own evolution. We simply need to observe, reflect and absorb. All the awakening, spirituality, and religions (in uncorrupted form) are about a man getting closer to his inner self. Awareness is the key to our path. What we experience is based on our perception. And in turn, experiences create our perceptions. If we are disconnected from ourselves our perceptions would be based on our societal and cultural beliefs. This results in experiences that are detrimental to our growth. However, extreme experiences that shake us – change us, as it is our perception that changes. That is why, people going through pain, heartbreak, suffering change. Let’s all learn to be kind. Life goes an upgrade when our mind, our perceptions and our thoughts go through an upgrade. We start to have correctional experiences that provide us safety and validations we need. As our perceptions begin to form based on our own internal values, we begin to manifest a life of our choice. This happens as we become an upgraded version of ourselves.

Waiting room has no exit!

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Waiting?
Waiting for this?
Waiting for that?
Waiting to heal?
Waiting for deals?
Waiting for right time?
Waiting to have money?
Waiting to live dreams?
Waiting for attention?
Waiting for affection?
Waiting to be heard?
Waiting to be seen?
Waiting for those validation,
That feed the esteem?
Waiting for new things?
Waiting for favourable outcomes?
Waiting for a new experience?
Waiting for a person to change?
Waiting turns to comfort zone?
Nothing other than now exists.
In waiting, living, did we quit?
Unless awareness hits-
This waiting room has no exit!

खुदा मिला दिया

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जिस रोज़ मैने गिले-शिकवों को मिटा दिया,
उस दर्द के मैं कायल,
जिसने खुदा मिला दिया ।
डूंडती रही जहां में, हर दर पर, हर दरगा में,
इक झटके में उसकी रहमत ने,
मुझमें, दीदार करा दिया।
उस दर्द के मैं कायल,
जिसने खुदा मिला दिया ।

सारे ज़रिए छूटे, सारे आडंबर टूटे,
मन के भावों में सिमटे गए,
जीवन के फ़लसफ़े ।
दिखते हैं रास्ते तेरी ही रहमत से,
तूने इस जीवन को मुकमल बना दिया।
उस दर्द के मैं कायल, जिसने खुदा मिला दिया ।