I was just going through the blog of one of my dearest pals, Justin. And I came to a post which says "The inevitable incompleteness of life...". You can read it here. Basically it was written keeping in mind if he was gonna die at the very moment he was in. When I gave a shot at this thought, I just thought of a philosophical human being and how he would think lying on his death bed and it translated into a poem and here it is :-
jo guzar gaya, woh karavan mera hai
jo dhal gayi woh meri hi jawani hai
yeh zindagi ke ajeeb fasle hai
na tu hai, na teri koi manmani hai.
aaj nazre kyon uthata hoon, jab kuch dikhta nahi
aaj kadam kyon badata hoon, jab kahin pahoonchta nahi
is duniya ki barbad nazron mein mai aabad sahi,
kuch bhatake musafiro ka mai gumshuda sardar sahi
yun to duniya khoob jani pehchani hai
fir sannata kyon hai, fir kyon virani hai
yeh zindagi ke ajeeb fasle hai
na tu hai, na teri koi manmani hai.
yeh ankahi batein, yeh bemajboor tanhai
yeh patjhar ka mausam, aur sawan ki ruswai
is samay ke badalne se badal gaya mera jahan,
zindagi ke theherne se badal gaya yeh sara sama,
aankhon mein utarti har tasvir aaj purani hai
na koi kashish hai, na koi ravani hai
yeh zindagi ke ajeeb fasle hai
na tu hai, na teri koi manmani hai.
dulha kabhi tha, dulhan banne ki hai bari,
yahan se doli jane ka, kram badastoor hai jari
sochta hoon doston ki zindagi ko kya diya,
is kahani ke safar mein zindagi se kya liya
aaj bas deti sunai manishiyon ki bani hai,
pyar bant-ta chal, bas pal do pal ki kahani hai
yeh zindagi ke ajeeb fasle hai
na tu hai, na teri koi manmani hai
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
What was that?? Seriously I do not know
Sometimes there are questions which are just left unanswered for quite a long time. Then you don't even expect answers to come your way. And as you get disturbed and irritated at times by the complexities of these questions you try to forget them and as in my case you wish that they should not even bother you in the future unless and until they present themselves along a solution with them. Even worse when you get into a frame of refrence where you start thinking that you mightn't have even understood the problem completely, so even if somebody else might explain you the solution you won't be able to comprehend his/her words.
But then one day in the middle of the road if you are hit by a thought which takes you off guard and makes you believe that it can atleast show you the way to solve a long awaited unanswered question, you feel blessed. If it can make you believe that it can ensure a smooth transition from a world full of incompleteness to a world which is unknown,mystery in itself but still gives you a feeling of completion, you want to hold that moment and analyse it that as to why it has happened today and not before. Is there anything different and special in the series of activities you have gone through on that day or the last couple of days. And ironically this leads to even more complex questions than what were unanswered.
I was hit by a series of thoughts today. I am saying a series of thoughts because they just strike me one after the other. But which of them was the first one which lead to so many other profound ones and when did it actually start . This is THE mystery. The thoughts were just so profound that they inspired me to the level where I can scribble for the first time. No implicit and explicit arguments can actually explain what happened and the beauty of the intensed thoughts. I think they are like the aggressive waves which signals the vast and peaceful ocean.
With a good convincing power, I had influenced many a decision/opinion of many people whom I had met in the course of my life. Sometimes I may be self-opinionated but still I consider myself fortunate that those opinions were creations of my head and not biased by the prejudices of the society. And today is one of those creations which changed me as a person(atleast on some grounds) and I might have been convinced by myself today.
I will end this by a small poem :-
But then one day in the middle of the road if you are hit by a thought which takes you off guard and makes you believe that it can atleast show you the way to solve a long awaited unanswered question, you feel blessed. If it can make you believe that it can ensure a smooth transition from a world full of incompleteness to a world which is unknown,mystery in itself but still gives you a feeling of completion, you want to hold that moment and analyse it that as to why it has happened today and not before. Is there anything different and special in the series of activities you have gone through on that day or the last couple of days. And ironically this leads to even more complex questions than what were unanswered.
I was hit by a series of thoughts today. I am saying a series of thoughts because they just strike me one after the other. But which of them was the first one which lead to so many other profound ones and when did it actually start . This is THE mystery. The thoughts were just so profound that they inspired me to the level where I can scribble for the first time. No implicit and explicit arguments can actually explain what happened and the beauty of the intensed thoughts. I think they are like the aggressive waves which signals the vast and peaceful ocean.
With a good convincing power, I had influenced many a decision/opinion of many people whom I had met in the course of my life. Sometimes I may be self-opinionated but still I consider myself fortunate that those opinions were creations of my head and not biased by the prejudices of the society. And today is one of those creations which changed me as a person(atleast on some grounds) and I might have been convinced by myself today.
I will end this by a small poem :-
yeh garmi ki dhoop,
yeh sardi ki chhaon,
aaj sab raas aata hai,
aaj patjhar bhi khilkhilata hai
yeh bheed ka shorgul,
aur kaano mein sugbugahat
fir yeh aawaz na jane kisne lagai,
yeh saz wahi hai,
suron ka samaj wahi hai,
fir bansaria na jane kisne bajai,
dil madhosh hua jata hai,
aaj patjhar bhi khilkhilata hai.
yeh sardi ki chhaon,
aaj sab raas aata hai,
aaj patjhar bhi khilkhilata hai
yeh bheed ka shorgul,
aur kaano mein sugbugahat
fir yeh aawaz na jane kisne lagai,
yeh saz wahi hai,
suron ka samaj wahi hai,
fir bansaria na jane kisne bajai,
dil madhosh hua jata hai,
aaj patjhar bhi khilkhilata hai.
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