ओ रे इंसान तू क्यों रुका है?
किन शर्तों से तू बंधा है?
चल आज हवाओं का रूख मोड़ते हैं।
आ, आज अपन पंख खोलते हैं।।
हालातों से न तू डर,
तेरे अंदर हैं वो सारे हुनर,
दिल लगा के तो देख तू एक बार ,
कसम खुदा की झुक जाएगा वो आसमां भी हजार बार।।
हिम्मत कर, रोना छुट जाएगा
कदम बड़ा, उस ईश्वर का सर भी झुक जाएगा
समाज की बंदिश तोड़ के तो देख
तेरे दुश्मन का दिल भी तू जित जाएगा ।।
क्यों कुंठित कर रखा है तुमने अपने आप को?
क्यों भरते नहीं “जिगर” से अपने सपनों को?
चल आज हवाओं का रूख मोड़ते हैं।
आ, आज बस एक बार, खुद के लिए नहीं तो खुदा के लिए ,अपन पंख खोलते हैं।।
He sat in the corner,
The library full of people,
Wanting to express,
All he did
Was “Type” and “Erase”
Thoughts bombarded him,
His mind almost blown,
With Love, Anger, Fear and what not,
He typed a few words,
“Type” and “Erase”
He watched them,
They watched him,
He searched for a ‘motivation’
They searched for a ‘reason’
He started with “Them”
Only , yet again,
To “Type” and “Erase”
Many a times it happens that we meet ‘Self-made’ individuals. These are those individuals,who despite all the unfavorable circumstances decided never to give up on their dreams and ambitions, to eventually achieve what they always wished for,all by themselves. This happens ‘Many a times’
Its rarely though that we meet ‘Time-made’ individuals. These are those individuals whose life goals, love, ambitions, dreams were all modified in due course by ‘time’. ‘Time’ has changed them to an extent that they don’t even recognize who they are and even if they do it doesn’t match with who they were. Events after events. Turns after turns, have changed the very foundations of there individuality. They are no more the humans they used to be. They are the ‘living-machines’. Yes, they are alive but they are dead. Yes, they are the lovers but they hate the most. Yes,they require help but they are scared the most. Yes, they want to talk but they are the shiest of all. Yes, they want to feel, but the only thing they feel is nothing at all.
We humans are complex. The ‘living-machines’ are complexly complicated. Humans rule the world. The only thing they have not been able to rule is ‘time’. We can predict an event but we can’t change it…
One of the fear’s greatest weapons is our own desire of winning. We want to win which makes us vulnerable and we lose. What if we never try to win? What if winning or loosing isn’t important at all. We’ll simply do the job and the result will not be categorized as win or loss. There is no loss, there is not failure. There is no failure, there is no success. There is no success, there are no expectations. There are no expectations, there is no fear
कोई खौफ़ में है, कोई डर रहा है,
कोई आग को देखकर डर रहा है
कोई काण्ड करके थर्र थर्र रहा है,
मज़ेदार घटना जो उस दिन घटी थी,
अभी हँस रहा हूँ मग़र तब फटी थी।
As this post is getting really long, let’s end it. Okay now I am scared again. What if you guys won’t like it? Forget liking, what if you didn’t even read it? It’s not about success of the post. It’s about recognition. What if this post dies unnoticed? I am scared about its sustaining or survival.
I never met anyone who is absolutely fearless. We all fear. We all are scared.”
Well, I was wrong. I met one. His name is ‘Truth’