All our lives, we pretend. We pretend to smile at people we don’t really want to see. We pretend to listen carefully and nod along, while our minds drift and wander elsewhere. We pretend to be happy in crowded rooms, while we hide our pain behind forced laughter. We even pretend with our loved ones, terrified that if we reveal our struggles, fears, or doubts, it might push them away.
Why do we pretend that everything is fine, even when our hearts are heavy with unspoken truths? Why do we pretend to have perfect lives on the internet, even when we feel lost inside? Why do we pretend in front of each other, even when we know the others are pretending too?
Is there a way to uncover the truth that lies behind the words we exchange? Is there a place, beyond this life, where we can truly be ourselves, free from the chaos of pretense, and embraced for who we truly are?
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People often suggest that, we should draw a line between thoughts and thinking. However, when you're asleep, your dreams make sense of the chaos within. When you're lost, your heart makes sense of the direction you need to take. And when you’re hurt, your pain makes sense in ways comfort never could.
Our existence unfolds itself in layers, with each experience adding meaning to your journey. In the shadows of doubt, your character builds strength. In the quiet moments alone, your mind finds peace. And in the midst of chaos, your soul discovers silence. Every setback is a chance to learn, every challenge helps you grow, and every failure teaches you to focus.
Life doesn’t rely on any rational logic or calculated thoughts. It thrives in the rawness of experience that makes sense of everything we couldn’t see before. So, embrace the uncertainty, because it’s in moments like these. you’ll discover the depth of your resilience and the power lies within you.
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"My Raging Fire"
"In her eyes, I find glimpse of stars,
In her smile, I forget all of my scars.
she was an art and a truly divine,
My heart was hers, her heart was mine.
With every breath, I take her name,
My heart fills with a burning flame.
A flame that burns bright in the sky,
A love that was meant for her and I.
I relive her touch, so gentle and kind,
It awakens love, that once was blind.
In her embrace, I discover my home,
A place where my heart freely roams.
Her touch ignites the flames within,
A love that's pure and free of sin.
Oh, my love, she was my heart's desire,
My passion, my pain & my raging fire.
I dream of her in the depths of night,
And wake to find her in my eyesight.
She was the one who sets me free,
My love, forever and always, she'll be."-
Our love blazed the way cigar burns its surrounds,
She was smoke in the air, I was ashes on the ground.
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"लिखने दो"
आज दिन है उनका तुम मुझे रात लिखने दो,
जिधर जीत ना हुई उधर मात लिखने दो,
सुना है दुश्मनों के घर हमारी बातें होती है,
हम इतिहास लिखेंगे उन्हें बात लिखने दो.!
तप ऐसा हो कि चमकता सूरज भी हमारा हो,
कोशिश ऐसी हो कि क़दमों में जहान सारा हो,
जेहन की आँधी बढ़ाएगी हौसला इस चिंगारी का,
जो बरसात ना बुझा पाए ऐसी आग़ लिखने दो.!
माना वक़्त थोड़ा जिंदगी में कोहराम लाया है,
कश्ती जा रही उधर, जिधर तूफ़ान आया है,
पर उन्हें भ्रम है बहा देंगी हमे समुन्दर की लहरे,
इस रेत पे बैठकर समुन्दर की औकात लिखने दो.!
बस चलता रहूँ पथ पर और उसमे माहिर हो जाऊँ,
मंज़िल ना मिली तो कम से कम मुसाफ़िर हो जाऊँ,
हमे मालूम है कि ये मुश्किलें हमारे पैरों में चुभेंगी,
ऐसे कांटों में भी दौड़ जाएं वो रफ़्तार लिखने दो.!
~कबीर
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*Why do we keep looking for the ones we lost in the people we find?*
'Cause losing the person we ever loved is the hardest thing in the world to deal with. It's a kind of pain that we physically feel all over our body. Everything reminds us of them, the cold breezes, the smell of the sea, the sounds of the ocean, everything.
Sometimes things hardly makes any sense, everything seems perfect. We try to spend the entire day together even though there are thousands of deadlines to reach. Despite putting all these efforts they leave, they leave us for something better, the only thing they leave behind is a bag of dark memories. We start falling, we get depressed, we hit the rock bottom.
But why didn't we see this coming? Actually we never do, we never do when we are in love. When we are in love, the bird always chirps, the sun always shines, the sky is always blue, but eventually it ends. The only way we can learn to pick ourselves up is to have little "Hope" in life, to "Work Hard" , to "Believe in Ourselves". 'Cause time maybe little hard on us, but the best thing about time is "It flies, It Changes".-
*The Victim of our Eyes*
Why the heck do women have been outcast for years?
Why can't we equally treat them as our partners and peers?
They work more than any men and they work all of their life,
But sadly at the end of the day we just call them a housewife.
They've consistently been there in our darkness filled with fears,
Yet we leave them estranged to have cried blood and bled tears.
They play different roles as our mother, sister, daughter and wife,
Shouldn't we feel so grateful as they are a big part of our lives?
This hypocrite society of ours that knows nothing but to scare,
The prime reason why we couldn't make the place for us to share.
They've been victim of our eyes, which is unacceptable and sad,
And their journey cannoty be expressed with anyone's pen and pad.
Hey girls, if anyone dares to tell you all the things you cannot be,
You just turn to them and tell the kind of badass you going to be.
You ain't defined by anyone, you all have your own set of stories,
'cause a day will come when you'll turn these grievances into glories..!-
*मेरी माँ बुला रही, मुझे घर जाने दे*
सच कहूँ तो इस कमरे में रहते-रहते थक गया हूँ मैं,
कुछ पालतू परिंदों की तरह पिंजरों में अटक गया हूँ मैं
ऐ ख़ुदा मुझे खुले आसमाँ की हवा खाने दे,
मेरी माँ बुला रही, मुझे घर जाने दे.!
कुछ समझ नहीं आता ये किस बात की सज़ा है,
खुशियों को कैद करने में तुझे क्यूँ इतना मज़ा है,
ऐ ख़ुदा मुझे कुछ आज़ादी के गीत गाने दे,
मेरी माँ बुला रही, मुझे घर जाने दे.!
क्यूँ तू इस क़दर मेरे समन्दर में गुमान लाया है,
कश्ती ले जा रहा उधर, जिधर तूफान आया है,
ऐ ख़ुदा मुझे किनारों के दामन खटखटाने दे,
मेरी माँ बुला रही, मुझे घर जाने दे.!
मानता हूँ मुश्किलें तो हर इक शख्स का किस्सा है,
ग़म ज्यादा ख़ुशियाँ कम तो हर जिंदगी का हिस्सा है,
ऐ ख़ुदा ये डगमगाती जिंदगी थोड़ी सँवर जाने दे,
मेरी माँ बुला रही, मुझे घर जाने दे.!-
What is a "HOME"?
Is it a hut, a palace or a dorm?
No, it's most certainly not. It's beyond
It's beyond the art of an architecture,
It's beyond the picture that'd be captured.
People say "HOME" is where the heart lies,
But do we know where that place is?
Yes, most certainly yes.
For the children, it's the lap of their MOM,
without which they can't eat, sleep or comb.
For the lovers, it's in their sweetheart's ARM,
where they feel all emotions and all the charms.
For the photographers, it's in the lense of the CAMERA,
where they capture the whole world and the operas,
For the musicians, it's in the string of their GUITAR,
which tune & blitzed them like a blazed cigar.
A HOME could be anything...
It could be a melody, your grandma used to sing,
or it could be the bell, your neighbours usually ring.
A HOME could be as simple as drops of dew,
where Happiness is a lot and Tears are few.!-
*Distant Memories*
Sometimes it pains, sometimes it gains,
But most of the time these eyes cry rains.
There is bit of battle and tons of bloodstain,
I'd never know the reason for choosing that lane.
I ruminate the rationale behind we got apart,
However they do not speak as loud as my heart.
I had tried my best, but I could not succeed,
I did everything you wanted but not what I need.
Thinking about you, tears come down of my face,
As I lost someone worthy, that I can never replace.
We know the things went wrong and it ain't the same,
But my heart breaks down when I hear your name.
They say, finding true love is just a full of trial,
Still the number to your heart, I always try to dial.
I yearn those days back when we talked over phone,
When the days weren't long, when the nights weren't alone.-