Image: Samurai Art I search the vastness,The deep recesses of my mind.I close my eyes, but it only turns me blind.Staring in this void,No answers I can find.An epiphany occurs,The pieces of puzzle I must bind,Body, Soul and the mind.So, I plunge in my heart, I heard that’s where the Soul resides.The darkness rings a […]Body, Soul and The Mind
There are rain clouds above me.
Covering up the sky,
and the stars.
Every time I step forwards,
The cloudbursts in synchronised symphony.
I wish for the courage to soak up all the rain.
And when the rain stops, and clouds clear up,
I want to look at the sky and remember what promises I made!
I want to chase those dreams!
Some thoughts while I was writing these 2 poems. No self help and psychology can help an individual when they give up on themselves. Right now in this moment, I feel like I have given up. So I write, I write so that I can influence my feelings. I write so that I can alter my thoughts.
The words are a medium; inspired by thoughts, experiences, feelings, imagination, creativity.
Just like we first take shelter from the rain and storm, it is only after the rain, that there is more life. The tallest trees soak up the rain in that proportion. The nature provides many parables.
Just like a bird that struggles to fly away from the nest. If it gives up trying, it won’t ever look up at the sky.
Pride and Alive
If I were to write about blissful life, does that mean I too, will live in a bliss?
If I keep telling myself I can do this. No matter what, I can get through this. Will it make me feel different?
If I keep smiling, will the pain and sorrow dissipate?
If I stand under the sun, will I take on its shine?
If I climb up the hills and mountains, will I grow as tall?
If I keep silent, will I remain focused and calm?
If I scream out, will my voice be heard?
If I fight back, whose side will I be on? Who will be with me?
If I walk alone, will I have any pride?
If I accept who I am- will I stay alive?
مگشا در اندیشه و برگیر رباب
صدگونه نماز است و رکوعست و سجود
آنرا که جمال دوست باشد
Let the beauty of what you love
Be what you do,
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the earth.
میں اکیلا ہی چلا تھا جانب منزل مگر
لوگ ساتھ آتے گئے اور کارواں بنتا گیا
I set upon the journey all alone but,
People joined along the way and it became a caravan
کیسے کہوں میں دل کےفرماں
الفاظ بن نہ سکے جو تھے چھپے ارماں
How can I tell you the secrets of the heart?
Those hidden desires could not be translated to words
واقف جو ہے سینے سے میرے
جانتا ہے وہ دل کی دھڑکن کو تیرے
The one who knows these hidden secrets,
He knows your beating heart too,
کیوں کرتا ہے تکبر اتنا
چلتا ہے تو اکڑا کر جتنا
Why have you such pride?
Why walk conceitedly?
پہاڑ بھی نہیں تیرے ھم قد
نا ہی چھو سکتا ہے آسمان کو تو
Neither are you as tall as mountains, nor can you touch the sky
ذرا غور کر اعمال پر اپنے
اعتراف بھی، اعتراض بھی
Ponder over your actions
Accept some, reject some
کس منزل پر چلا ہے تو
کیا ممکن بنانے چلا ہے تو
Where do you plan to go?
What impossible are you trying to make possible?
اس زندگی کے موڑ پر چٹان ھیں، اور دریا بھی
گزر گئے ہیں جو مکاں، وقت کی رفتار میں
In life’s journey, every turn you will either face a mountain or a river
The moments that have been lost in time,
توجہ دلانے کا سبق اٹھا
تنظیم کا پرچم لہرا
Learn to focus your attention ahead,
Waving the flag of discipline
خودی کو کر بلند اتنا
کے ہر تقدیر سے پہلے
خدا بندے سے پوچھے
بتا، تیری رضا کیا ہے
Raise yourself to a rank, that before every distribution of fortune
God asks of you,
Tell me what you desire!
Obviously I started with Rumi and ended with Iqbal. The thoughts are really based on some poems I read long ago.
Here’s to a new year… 2021 starting it differently; beauty and love and not a Bang 2020 😉 yeah that didn’t go well last year did it haha
Every day is a new day. You can start all over again from today and when you decide to start again.