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What Change do we Witness in History?

Society always witnesses the transition of being into becoming. Some authority is built only to be destroyed. Some perception is nurtured only as a momentary narrative whose relevance is short-lived in the history of ideas and ideals. However, every narrative is pursued with a hardened conviction, as if nothing can destroy its solidity. What makes one so convinced of his invincibility? What inspires one to forget a future which makes every success a failure, every seriousness a mockery, every truth a falsity, every wisdom a stupidity, every adventure a foolhardiness. History is taken seriously not to take a lesson and to be humble in pursuit of a good life. To the contrary, the people in public life are so obsessed with their successes and failures that they hardly notice the other side of the moon. People who are guarding the fortress of power and people who are fighting for the same, both fail again and again for the simple reason that institutions don't make a society great. It ...
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एक बार चलो फिर से प्रेम के दिए जलाएं

एक बार चलो फिर से प्रेम के दिए जलाएं नफरत के अंधेरों से कब तक यूँ ही घबराएं? प्रेम के साज से एक राग फिर से गाएं एक बार चलो फिर से प्रेम के दिए जलाएं हम तुम भला और क्या? जज़्बात के जलते पुतले हैं दो - चार घड़ी के लिए बस , कुछ मेरे हैं कुछ तेरे हैं एक बार ही सही अपने दर्द से किसी का मरहम बन जाएं एक बार चलो फिर से प्रेम के दिए जलाएं अँधेरा घनघोर ही सही एक जुगनू तो बन जाएं उमड़ते शैलाब में हम एक ठहराव को छू जाएं हृदय के आत्मिय आँखों से हर किसी को अपना बना लें एक बार चलो फिर से प्रेम के दिए जलाएं      

Love Birds

Painting: Jen Lester (Pinterest) You and me  two love birds with no nest   We keep flying, searching for a destination but every land we touch feels too small too cracked too imperfect for wings like ours   Maybe the destination is not a place Maybe the destination is this searching with you Maybe it is beyond the search Destination for us is a utopia Working as a compass For every wanderer The place where we feel the heartbeat of every soul The moment we are aware of the rhythm of emptiness That is the place Where lovers unite into One Like a drop of water Surrenders its limited truth For serene bliss That is the time We pervade in each-other And remain empty As infinite sky    

काश

काश कि यूँही हम - तुम खिलते कि जैसे गुलिस्तां पतझड़ में हम मिट्टी होते सावन में हम बागबान सुबह की तुम सिंदूरी होते शाम की मैं सोता जहाँ काश कि मैं , मैं ना होता काश कि तुम , तुम ना काश कि मन के दीवारें ना होते दिल होता जैसे एक आईना सरहदों के ताले ना होते छत होता ये आसमाँ काश कि नफ़रत गूंगी होती और ईष्या बिना आँखों का ख़यालों के बंदिशे ना होते रिश्ते ना होते कोई कारोबार काश कि मैं , मैं ना होता काश कि तुम , तुम ना    

Space of Consciousness

Once a traveller is asked by winds It seems, you are wandering,  desiring a destination. Where that place exists? That traveler replied back, I am moving on like you do. That place is nowhere, except hidden in the silence of the lovers' heart; Sprouting in the silent rhythm of music; Vibrating in the heart of every dancer. I am wandering searching my shadows, so that I can marry with my self. I am longing for my utopias and ucronias; Lost for holding barely the mask of self. I am in search of Socratic fire, Which can untie;  the shared chain of my identity. Where exactly that fire is? Winds replied; Can you untie which is already free? Liberation is to be liberated from itself. Your bondage is an image, Taking care of itself. Just watch intuitively! Images are reflected in each-other. Who is holding whom? Is there any empty mirror? Traveler entered into a prayer of silence; Watching his mind asking; Who can think;  wha...

Business

The day you’re awake, You’re searching since then, The beginning and the end of essence, Running after every method, Inventing sciences and arts, Enmeshed in rituals and prayers, For the union of you with Yourself; Your light and shadow, Your pleasure and sorrow, Your being and nothingness. Your search is always for the One, Who is nowhere therefore everywhere. The One who was with you, Nurturing in the purest Love.  The One who alchemises a little piece of clay into miracle; Who can feel and imagine, The profoundest layers of existence. Who can sing and dance, Without any cause. The music does not have a destination, Therefore, it heals the hopeless malaise of self. Dance does not have to reach anywhere, Therefore, it is already there. The only One who can; love without possessing;  care without any expectation of return; And let the loved one be unafraid and free forever. If that Gardener is here, Indwelling the infinite space, And inhabiting the silences of time, Why are th...

Eyes

Eyes are the ocean of light. They share the fate of stars. Eternity enlivens inside their horizons. Ephemerality dances on their surface. Their sparks are the souls Awake the matter from  their wandering slumber Eyes witness even in the dreamless sleep Their depths are unfathomable This is the only language untwisted beyond conventions. Hear not the cacophonous circularity of being and nothingness. Be patient. Just listen the melodies of eyes.  They transcend the beginning and end; hope and despair.  Eyes knows nothing yet they are the streams encompassing time and timelessness. Trust its inner vision. Only that manifests as light and darkness.