strike!

I was intended to do something.

Not just - 'just do'. And not just - 'something'.

Something purposful.

Was armed with plenty of skills and charm.

All tools needed to acquire or create it.

What I just needed was a will.

Only will, lying disposed at my end to gather my tools, use skills and strike to create.

Many such raw's are lying around, waiting for such wills to be willed up.

No circumstances stopping them, just a hazy lazy virtual hoola-hoop.

I am not just intended to gather my own, to create the intended, but also inspire such other, inspiration-less.

I do so.. been doing so. But now no more, without an example.

An example needs to be set. For others to see, gather, strike.. create!

Start.. where it needs to get started at..

haunting intoxication

ये रात ये चांदनी फिर कहाँ..
सुन जा दिल की दास्ताँ..
हम्म हम्म हम्म..

पेड़ों की शाखों पे
सोयी सोयी चांदनी
तेरे ख्यालों में
खोयी खोयी चांदनी
और थोड़ी देर में थक के लौट जाएगी
रात ये बहार की फिर कभी ना आएगी
दो एक पल है और ये समां..
हम्म हम्म हम्म..

divinely stuck

ये नयन डरे डरे..
ये जाम भरे भरे..
ज़रा पीने दो
...........
मुझे जीने दो

Aham Brahmasmi

I have never been weak. Never. Barring the times when I have actually been.

But then they were momentary. As momentary as moments, days, sometimes weeks and months too. But as compared to the rest of my life, they seem too minuscule.

I am amazed at my own power of self-healing or my destiny of being right. Every time.

It is not just the optimism. Optimism needs effort to pull one through the dungeons. Optimism takes time to gather, is not perpetual and varies over the time. Not that it diminishes or increases as a graph, but varies relatively.

What I feel inside me is divine. It is ever-present. I just need to reach inside and it is there, standing like a wall. Almost an inner armor. White in color, calm in texture and so my very own.

This piece is not to acknowledge its presence but to show my gratitude to the self. A little pride in my self, for being, as it, is. The armored chassis within, which makes me less liquid and a pillar to people around.

Since the time I can recollect, I have been helping people come out of their complexes, issues and problems. Making them aware of their inner strength and the ways to realise it. Helping them unravel their talents to lead a life more worthy of them. All this, instead of actually offering any material object of help.

I believe and make others do too.

Aham Brahmasmi

I thank you Self and The Strength within.

Gratitude!

वजह चाहिए

एक इश्तिहार दिया था कल हमने
की कुछ वजह चाहिए
वजह चाहिए अब जीने की

खिलते फूल अछे लगते हैं
चलती हवा से भी प्यार है
आसमान की सियाही
पत्तो का हरा
और बादलो से रात का बुना
सब अछे लगते हैं
पर वजह नहीं..

पापा का प्यार
माँ का दुलार
छोटे बडे भाई-बहनों का आवाज़ लगते रहना
कुछ कहना कुछ सुनना
अच्छा लगता है
पर वजह नहीं..

हर महीने आती तनखाह
अच्छे कपढ़े, मेंह्गे शौक
बाहर घूमना
अच्छी-बुरी पिक्त्चरै देखना
अच्छा लगता है
पर वजह नहीं..

देश-विदेश की बातें
कहीं तबाही कहीं आजादी
कुछ खट्टी-मीठी बातें
कभी नाराज़ हो अपने बिल में छुप जाना
और कभी धधकते हुए बाहर आना
अच्छा लगता है
पर वजह नहीं..

सब इन्ही में जी लेते हैं
हम भी कोई ख़ास तो नहीं
जी रहे हैं..

जब हम ही ना हल कर पाए
तो इश्तिहार क्या करेगा
पर हर बात पे इश्तिहार देना
अब अच्छा लगता है
पर वजह नहीं..

वजह की रूह मिल जाये, उससे रेशम चढ़ा देंगे..
जो संभली ना कहीं फिर भी, कोई खांचा लगा ­ देंगे

Happy New Year!

Wishing anybody who visit here.

Though am not actively writing and yet wish A Great Year from the bottom of my heart to one and all!!

Shri Ganeshay Namah !

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Hare Krishna!!
Hare Rama Hare Rama Hare Rama Hare Rama!!

And after the Tarot almost spoilt it all, my Lord came to save me.
They dont call him God – The Creator and Protector of all, for nothing.
What a change!

I was always a God-fearing human, but not God-chanting or searching-solace-in-temple-soul.
Way may be any, he does enter your life; the fact that he does whenever you need Him, makes Him the God!

And as thankful I am to him for being there, as emotion drenched I am inside. Bhakti-Ras which was almost negligible in my life earlier, oozes out of me at every moment. I am almost in love with Him.
Looking at Him every instant. Conversing with Him almost every instant.
He is a living entity for me now. He lives with me, within me, every hour, every second, every moment. And I am not embarrassed of being quoted as one. Am not boastful too.
It is a content feeling.
It is the end.
It is my Moksha!

Things do make me sad. I still do get angry. I do offend people.

Sometimes too much.

My own people. People who love me the most.
Yet the fact that He is with me, does not make me feel like a Devil.
I repent. I repent like a still-not-perfect or still-not-good-enough person.

I look at Him and it brings me smile. I love Him. He raises the Love Affection Quotient inside me.

He makes me cry, He makes me feel alright when I go to sleep at night.
How I cry and smile when I look at Him, almost like a forlorn lover, though with much more love.

Shree Ram Jai Jai Ram!!

He is my anchor. He is my skeleton structure, without Him am wobbly inside.
And am so thankful to Him for that.
You are to me what my Mother is to me. Just I am not that open with Her as before.
Because now it hurts Her. She is my support but my weakness weakens her.
So I have come to you.
Give me strength O Lord, now that I confess all.
I keep asking from You and You keep giving. Help me in becoming as good a consort of Yours as You are my Lord.

Thank You my Ram / Krishna / Bajrang Bali / … as many Avatars you don to rescue me.