WHAT

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What expression doth blankness have

What questions do answers have.

What talk does silence heave.

What sights do closed eyes sieve.

What heart that erupts in pain.

What breath stillness feigns.

What mind is turbulent in calmness.

What sigh escapes pursed lips.

What two that one become.

What identity that’s a naught sum.

What existence that’s not a scrawl.

What love with meaning all.

What song that hath no voice.

What time that is sans desire.

What passion doth annihilation crave.

What aspiration doth a drop brave.

Another one

Only someone who’s hurting hurts others.

A person who is whole doesn't take pleasure in picking wounds.

Tum Aao To Sahi

An old but really romantic ghazal by Chitra Singh

Integrity

What is one supposed to believe in… the absolute is so fragmented that any attempt at comprehending it is daunting to the point of impossibility, though if one were to experience the absolute in its originality, perhaps comprehension would be a natural phenomenon. The fractured world we live in is so disfigured that it makes a mockery of the primal’s integrity even though quintessentially that is what every person seems to be in the quest of because integrity is the canvass on which the beauty and purity of spirit come alive.

Yeh Safar

Dil na umeed to nahi, nakaaam hi to hai.
Lambi hai gham ki shaam, magar yeh shaam hi to hai !

Yeh safar bahut hai kathin magar,
Na udaas ho mere humsafar,

Yeh sitam ki raat hai dhalne ko,
Hai andhera gham ka pighalne ko,
Zara der ismein lage agar
Na udaas ho mere humsafar,

Nahi rehnewaali yeh mushkilen,
Ke hain agle morh pe manzilen,
Meri baat ka tu yakeen kar
Na udaas ho mere humsafar,

Kabhi dhoond lega ye karwan,
Woh nayi zameen naya aasman,
Jisse dhoondti hai teri nazar
Na udaas ho mere humsafar

~1942

INCONSTANT

You know not what this heart beats
Fathom its depths with your meager hands indeed!

Let me whisper a little secret in your ear
Songs it sings, your hearts can not hear.

So don’t fret o’er this lonesome heart
Companions it needs none, for it is betrothed.

Yet if your curiosities and inclinations bid you to
Give names and leanings its wanderings to.

Remember your workings shall find
Beyond the horizon is its flight.

Satiated still if you are not
Consider it inconstant, if you must.

Life is a zero-sum game

Life is a zero-sum game. It is a closed loop, a circle, a Ferris wheel, a see-saw in that something comes down for anything that goes up and of course the reverse follows through. Like time repeating itself on the limited tablets of space, life follows the locus of a closed yet an extremely intricate loop and it does so in a system of perfect efficiency. In this system there is no loss of energy due to friction because friction itself is defined as an input that influences the outcome, so nothing really leaves the loop. Only transformation takes place; birth leads to death and death to birth or to put it more commonly: controlled change defines life. It is controlled because everything adds up to a definite total although that total may be vastly beyond human comprehension and so for the sake of simplicity it is termed as infinite. Though these unimaginably humongous number of variables permutate on an equally unimaginable humongous scale and leave the human brain addled just conceiving the possible limits of the physical universe, yet they are quantifiable. At a certain level it is almost like an energy play where energy flows and transforms itself into a myriad manifestations. Newtonian physics proclaims that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. And even quantum physics in effect corroborates it in its claim that E is equal to m times c squared. In religious or spiritual parlance this principle is stated as the law of Karma: As ye sow, so shall ye reap. What goes around comes around. There are no free lunches. All these statements can only be true in a closed system for open systems do not allow for such definiteness as proclaimed by these axioms.

Positivity

Accept: Just Be

I am tired of gurgling out the same garbage every other fool in the world spits out. I am tired of being a little bearing in the colossal idea recycling machine of the world.

The ULTIMATE

Ultimate Power: LOVE
Ultimate Desire: FREEDOM
Ultimate Goal: ANNIHILATION
Ultimate Strength: FEARLESSNESS
Ultimate Achievement: SURRENDER

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Everyone seeks validation in their weak moments

and yet manages to be impervious when someone else does.

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SEPARATION

The bargain of love has been lead as a pledge

Are you not tired of beating the dead?

Like a ball in play you throw me around

If I utter a word you silence the sound.

You shot through me your cutting shaft

No name or trace of my self did last.

The flow of anguish is in dreadful spate

I’ve sought you so much, come see my state

Though this love is older than being

Yet you feel no compassion for me.

Tormented by separation

Like a cuckoo I cry.

I am a sacrifice to this

This secret love affair.

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I’m on overload.
No more baggage please.
Or else I'll sink,
In this expanse of mist.