A Psalm of Life

Prasanna vadanaam... 

Saubhaagyadaam bhaagyadaam.. 

Hastaabhyaam abhayapradaam maniganair... 

Naanaavidhair bhuushhitaam . . .

Meaning:

Life is real, life is earnest,

And the grave is not the goal,

Dust thou art, to dust returnest, 

Was not spoken of the soul.

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Now its' your turn to feel these lines, try to understand the real meaning behind these four mere lines. Hope u'll catch these before life wither out from your own soul...

. . SIFAR . .

Nahi rakhta dil mein kuch,
Rakhta hoon zubaan par,
samjhe na apne bhi kabhi.
Keh nahi sakta main kya,
sahtaa hoon chhupa kar,
Ek aesi aadat hai meri.
Sabhi to hain jinse milta hoon,
Sahi jo hai inse kahta hoon,
Jo samajhta hoon.
maine dekha nahi rang dil aaya hai sirf adaa par,
Ek aesi chahat hai meri.
Baharon ke ghere se laaya main dil sajaa kar.
Ek aesi sohbat hai meri.
Saye mein chaye rehta hu
Aankein bichaye rehta hu
Jinse milta hu
kitno ko dekha hain hamne yaha
kuch sikha hain hamne unse naya

Pehle phursat thi ab hasratein samakar
Ek aaisi uljhan hain meri
Khud chalkar rukta hu jaha jis jagah par
Ek aaisi sarhad hain meri
Kehne se bhi main darta hoon
Apno ki dhun mein rahta hoon
Kar kya sakta Hoon
De sakta hoon main thoda pyar yahan par,
Jitni haisiyat hai meri.
Reh jaaun sabke dil mein dil ko basakar
Ek aaisi niyat hain meri
Ho jaye to bhi razi hoon.
Kho jaau to main baaki hoon.
Yun samajhta hoon.

Raste na badle na badla jahan,
Phir kyon badalte kadam hain yahan ...

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So u people might be thinking ... why the hell is this famous song of Lucky Ali is copied down here.... 

let me tell u ... this song is one of mi fav. n its kinda resembles with my life, whats' happening inside of me ...how m a trying to fight with my own self. It goes well with my nature, my thinking. I do wish sometimes I can tell u how do  feel, my wishes, my desires, my beliefs and skepticisms, but I'm afraid to do so as I don't think someone might have any interest in me. I still feel somehow incomplete within myself as m not the one "they" have wished.I know I don't have any boundations on me but still I feel these shackles clenching me in their grip. My heart is still pure and white for my bonhomies, and i want them to love me as I do. I want them to be crystal clear with me and so m I with them.

It also tells about people around me ...my family, my friends & everyone out there; they are all mine, still there is an emptiness, a hollow space between us. A lack of communication & understanding. I'm trying to fly out my miseries irrespective of thinking about once, what I gained n lost in these many years of my life.I have nothing to offer but my love, affection and service to pursue them. What I need is just " Love and Remembrance". Least I can do is just hope to fulfill everyone's wish n get out this scum of my mental inhibition.

But still i know, I'm what I'm , I can't change my true self now & I can't help it. Apologies.

Sometimes I feel like a "SIFAR" , a "Zero";  containing nothing, encircling everything.Without a beginning, without an end, stretching from emptiness to infinity and back again".

HELP ME .. I'm Dying Every Moment !!

Regards . . 

अच्छा लगता है . . .

मुझे अब नींद की तलब नहीं.. 

अब तो रातों को जागना अच्छा लगता है !

मुझे नहीं मालूम की वोह मेरी किस्मत है की नहीं..

पर उसे खुदा से मांगना अच्छा लगता है !

अब मुझे खुशियों की तलाश नहीं..

अब तो वीरानियों मँ जीना अच्छा लगता  है !

पानी की अब प्यास कहाँ..

दर्द-ऐ-तन्हाई को पीना अच्छा लगता है !

कोई उनसे कह दो जा कर,

उन्हें नहीं मिलना हमसे तो न सही..

हमे आज भी उनके इंतज़ार मँ युहीं,

पल्के बिछाए रखना अच्छा लगता है !! . . .

A so very true story (just feel it)

While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked stone & scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child's hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench.
At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father....with painful eyes he asked, 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?'.
The man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions...... sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches, child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'. The next day that man committed suicide. . .
 
Anger and Love have no limits..

Things are to be used and people are to be loved, but the problem in today's world is that, people are used and things are loved........

Give it a thought.

God bless the Mankind.

The Hero of the Story

Come closer its just... I don't feel good.

a normal medical symptom nothing to worry...

and you know doctor soon I'll be fine (?)

I am breathing then why you look so grave?

no tranquilizers...so tranquil already I am

and don't rush the nurse...the ward boy...

I still got plenty and you know it...right?

My vision is dimming because of this lamp...

open that window and all will be fine!

there's so much 'pending' I am worried for

and those wait-listed things which calls for attention

I gotta pay the bills and those agenda for meetings....

And all those 'to-do' 'so-called-real-life' things I never really did

I am the hero of this story...I don't need to be saved..

I am the hero of this story...do I need to be saved?