Saturday, July 28, 2012

Peace

"I have just learnt to accept reality as it is, many times i wish it to be otherwise but i know 


that our lives take the direction of our destiny and we can either struggle against it or accept 


with composure."



What is Reality?


What is reality? Could there be an alternate one?

If you think I have lost it, kindly FO. If you think it might be interesting, read on.
The simplest definition I can think of is ‘what is.’

We spend so much of our life trying to change our reality into something we think we would find more favorable.
How does one change his/her reality?
By taking different actions? By thinking different thoughts? Huh?

You see, where does it all start? Our lives are a reflection of our thoughts in many ways. We do what I think and then we bear the consequences of our actions. If the consequences are favorable, we think we deserve credit for our actions or if the consequences are adverse, we think that we deserve blame for making incorrect choices.

However, considering the question:
‘Where do our intentions, desires flow from?’

We make choices. These are conscious choices, which seem to flow from what we want. However, why the hell do we want what we want?

Why does someone want to be an engineer? Why someone else does wants to be a painter?

I do not think, no, I am convinced that we do not own our wants and desires, our intentions, like we do not own our circumstances. We own nothing. We are puppets in the hands of the invisible piper who is playing a tune to which we are all dancing.

Abraham Lincoln said, during one of his addresses to the American nation, ‘The Almighty has His own purposes.’
Our thoughts, our wants an
d desires and choices are planted in our mind and we seem to think that we made them. Since we do not own our choices, we do not own our reality.

Albert Einstein’s invisible piper or Abraham Lincoln’s almighty, does.

Enjoy your reality; there could not have been an alternate one.






pappi jhappi

duniya nu agg la
matti pa
khush rehen da funda ee
pappiyan lai khappi pa

Thursday, July 19, 2012

May be you are smarter


"may be you are smarter and were born to be so. may be you understand yourself. i don't. i don't understand why the fuck men do what they do, many times that includes myself and why don't they act otherwise. why some are intelligent and some are dumb. some are rich and some are poor. some die early and some live long. some 'happen' to think of ideas to build companies and some cannot muster the courage to get away from the shackles of their family and society. why an idea that seems impractical to one excites the other. we all seem to be actors to me, acting in an illusion of free will as if we are somehow creating our thoughts and reality.

"may be you have been smarter. i see no one deserving any credit and i see nobody deserving any blame. may be i was born to be this way"

Amar

Sunday, July 08, 2012

tension lena chhod diya maine :)


kuch vakt hua...
zindagi se sauda halka kar diya maine
pehle mai saman ke sath
tension bhi liya karta tha

A

Poem O Poem, What are you?

One of my best poems. :)





Poem O Poem
What are you?

Poem O Poem
What are you?
I have written a few
Read quite a few
Always wondering
Always thinking
What makes you great?
What makes you refreshing?
What makes you, you.

Poem O Poem
What are you?

Are you a song?
They compose you in rhyme
A little, here, and there
For you are not just words
But you are also music.
They blend words and notes of rhythm
To touch that distant chord of emotion
In the hearts of those
Who read,
And listen.
Tell me, are you a song?

Poem O Poem
What are you?

Are you a voluptuous woman?
They drape you
In many a different way
To enhance your beauty
Whenever they have something
Incisive and compelling to say.
They smear you with colors
Lust after you and try to find meaning in you
Tell me, are you a woman?

Poem O Poem
What are you?

Are you love?
The purest of all emotions
The unreachable
The elusive
Interpreted individually
Felt silently
By those who know,
By those who understand.
Tell me, are you love?

Poem O Poem
What are you?

For me,
You are a song I sing
You are the woman who attracts me
You are the love I long for.

What is it,
For you?

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Another one for Hariyanvi pride

mai hariyane ka vasi
gali bhen ki maaa ki dyunga

dhyan diyo bhai.......dyunga.

mai hariyane ka vasi
gali bhen ki maaa ki dyunga

rotti khaun na khaun
daru mai roj pyunga

A




Saturday, July 07, 2012

Hypocrites

We crave to be loved by people we love
we crave to be appreciated by people we admire
we crave for food when we are hungry
we crave for intimacy 
we crave for victory at pursuits we love
we crave for freedom while bound in shackles
we crave to depend while feigning independence
we crave so much
and we don't show it


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"i have lost myself so often that now i feel i was born to get lost" 


A