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ज़ारा तो नहीं थी वह

वह कहाँ खो जाया करती थी, दिन कहाँ गुज़रा करते थे,
उसके आंसू सूख से गए थे कब के,
पर वीर को एहसास तक नहीं हुआ, शायद. 

एक हलका सा एहसास, उसकी आहट की याद सी
जिसके आसरे वो जी लिया करती थी
ज़ारा थी वो वीर की, बस इतना ही समझा करती थी.

सदियों से वीर हैं, खेलते आ रहे जो
कहलाते तो वीर हैं पर झूठ पे जिया करते हैं
खिलौने सा दिल, उनके क्रूर हाथों में
टूट कर बिखरने की आदत ही डाल देता है
करता भी क्या मासूम सा दिल, बहलाते इतना जो हैं वह. 

ज़ारा तो नहीं थी वो, मगर ढाला था वीर ने उसे ज़ारा के सांचे में
यह सोचकर कि जैसे चाहे वैसे खेल लेंगे उसके साथ
पर वो नहीं जानता था, कि बेटी थी वो स्वयं देवों की
सोचने तक की देरी कर दी, हज़ारों फ़रिश्ते उतर गए थे
ज़ारा को दलदल से निकालने, उसकी हिफ़ाज़त खुद करने

चाहे हज़ारों ऐसे वीर क्यों न कोशिश करें,
नहीं तोड़ सकते वह ज़ारा का दिल,
स्वयं देवता करते हैं उसकी रक्षा
हर युग में रहा करेंगे वह उसके साथ
कभी साथी बनकर, कभी दोस्त,
कभी अदृश्य परी बनकर, कभी फरिश्ते

कल तक उसको एहसास नहीं था उनका
आज वह जीती ही उनके प्रेम में है

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Random Pic Random Post: Rumi’s Musings

Ever realise the kind of illusions we build in our relationships? The walls of ego, pride, shame, jealousy, and what not? Event after little event – contributes to the vanity of mind’s temperamental moods, putting in place, wall after wall, thicker than before, stronger than before, only to crumble whatever little is left in the relationship?

For humans to step into their true power, and true self, they need to let go of the vices that build these walls, and see the world from the vantage point of unconditional love. What does that love signify?

One Source.

That there is just One Source. And so, the walls that we see aren’t there at all. The doors we are trying to open do not even exist – let alone, everything else. What is, and what exists, is inside us. It sometimes turns into a wall, sometimes, into the breeze that caresses your cheek. It’s the same thing that is underneath your feet and holds grandfather oaks in its bosom so elegantly.

One Source. There is no wall. There never was. There never will be.

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The future I wish to create

Abundance that is for my highest and best

Financially

Spiritually

Emotionally

Physically

So that

I have and I give

More i give, more i have

More i have, more i give

To heal, to love

To travel this world and others

Touch lives and souls

Across this world and many other dimensions

Aided by God’s and angels and fairies and little magical beings

To experience bliss and become unlonely

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Shhh… listen to the whispers

Photo by Hernan Pauccara on Pexels.com

He wouldn’t let her down, his little one.

She grew up in his brotherly care.

From the day he found her on the roadside, just about 5,

Covered in dirt and rags, face adorned by dried tears.

Her look tugged at his heart, triggering painful memories

Of a childhood spent on streets, clueless and lost in unknown grief.

He wasn’t ready yet – it was a responsibility too big

And yet his heartbeat said, between a pair of beats,

“Trust the quiet whispers of your heart. This. is. it.”

***

She looked back at them – those who breathed life into her.

Should I? Shouldn’t I? They would be very hurt.

But she saw her future beckoning

In the dark shadows of the night

The bright lights of the city of dreams,

And a voice cooed inside,

“Shh.. listen to the whispers of your heart.”

***

The moon shines bright with borrowed light

Against the tree, a simple silhouetted outline.

A couple in a calm embrace. Still. Silent.

He, confident, clear and determined. She, not sure.

We have dreamt of this together for so long, he said.

But I am not ready yet, she mumbled.

So he tells her, “Shh.. trust the quiet whispers of your heart.”

The heart never lies.

***

The quiet whispers of my heart, sing a pretty little song.

Of memories beaded in satin, of thunder, rain and storm.

A wistful look at the sky, a dazed, baffled gaze.

That took me back in time, quite far, far from today.

The pretty little song they sang, the whispers of my heart.

Made a perfect symphony even Nature could not disregard.

Try as I could, to hear the whispers out, about.

Oh no, was all the whispers said – they chose to be cryptic.

So here I am, here and now, and if you see me lost,

Know that I have just embarked within – a journey into the heart.

A long-pending journey of self love – finally it did start.

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A humble birthday wish

Thank you for this painting. 🙂

For a special person.

A mentor, a friend and someone who offers unconditional support to me.

Some friendships have no name, no structure.

You think about them with questions galore

The whys, hows and the wherefores.

Universe offers no insights to these questions though.

All that one feels is content, just purely grateful.

Could be a past life connection, perhaps?

Sometimes, one just has to let it be.

It’s okay not to define certain friendships.

The abstractness in them holds a unique beauty.

So, as I think about it, the beauty in this friendship,

I offer a grateful bow to the Universe

For allowing me to experience it – in all its glory.

Happy Birthday – to You Know Who!

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Right here, right now. Go. Leave. Reinvent.

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in. You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in.

You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter, you’re allowed to pack all your bags and start over somewhere else and you’re allowed to redefine the meaning of your life.
You’re allowed to quit the job you hate even if the world tells you not to and you’re allowed to search for something that makes you look forward to tomorrow and to the rest of your life.

You’re allowed to leave someone you love if they’re treating you poorly, you’re allowed to put yourself first if you’re settling and you’re allowed to walk away when you’ve tried over and over again but nothing has changed.

You’re allowed to let toxic friends go, you’re allowed to surround yourself with love, and people who encourage and nurture you. You’re allowed to pick the kind of energy you need in your life.

You’re allowed to forgive yourself for your biggest and smallest mistakes and you’re allowed to be kind to yourself, you’re allowed to look in the mirror and actually like the person you see.

You’re allowed to set yourself free from your own expectations.

We sometimes look at leaving as a bad thing or associate it with giving up or quitting, but sometimes leaving is the best thing you can do for yourself.
Leaving allows you to change directions, to start over, to rediscover yourself and the world. Leaving sometimes saves you from staying stuck in the wrong place with the wrong people.

Leaving opens a new door for change, growth, opportunities and redemption.

You always have the choice to leave until you find where you belong and what makes you happy.

You’re even allowed to leave the old you behind and reinvent yourself.

Author: Rania Naim

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Hope, where art thou?

The year gone by has been brutal to say the least. Doctors, nurses, healthcare workers are holding their forts bravely, counseling, leading, consulting, treating and guiding caregivers on their kith and kin. They have been through the entire cycle – from the point a concerned family member approaches them with the first symptom, to the point they have had to share the “news” that the patient is no more. Some are holding up, some lost hope and gave up on their lives, some are hanging on by the thinnest strand of hope, love, patience, whatever they can.

Life has given up a million times in this last one year.

Almost every one of us are, or were, a caregiver to someone during this period.

We have never ever felt more helpless, more powerless and more desperate than today. The sights of graveyards and cremation grounds on TV channels is nothing less than an apocalypse. The thought of so many people in grief – wrenches the heart in fear.

The apathy of those we entrusted our lives to;

The cold blooded, ruthless stare of the self-centered soul wreaks heavily of hands drenched in blood.

But that is not what comes to the mind when caregivers hear screams of their loved ones. Not the shrieks but the silent screams of helpless eyes searching, looking, knowing that something dreadful will happen. These screams, silent screams, if one were to translate, would have just one question – Why?

Why did we allow someone to gag us silent, to bully us into servitude, to convince us that suicide is the best route to salvation?

Why did we allow someone to convince us to hate our brothers, to choose a path that would lead us to devastation?

Why did we not see it coming, when human life was being squandered on the roads leaving blood red foot steps of those wanting to return home, but no one to hear their pleas.

Why did we not see it coming when lifeless men were erected to be worshipped as those who laid its foundation – alive, hungry, struggling, surviving, were ignored?

Why did we allow such huge eons to creep up between the affluent and the common, that the common had no other way except to embrace crime so the pangs would stop?

More questions – but maybe, one day, maybe we all will breathe free, talk free, express free and live free, without fear.

Maybe we all will breathe free, talk free, express free and live free, without fear.

Maybe one day, we all will remember how many of us donned angel wings and tried to help unknown souls, some successful, some not, some punished – but maybe one day, we will all remember what kept us sane is the little bit of humanity that we clung on to, for one another.

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I sense her…

Korean Drama – The Guardian (Image Credit: https://koreandramaland.com/cherry-blossoms-in-kdramas/)

As the rain drops trickle down the old glass window,

I stare into what I call ‘that world’, What an epiphany!

To see another world inside a tiny shiny dew drop

I see the petals of the cherry blossom tear away

And fall ever so gently on the snow white ground

The soft and gentle touch – reminds me, so clearly,

Of an emotion – evoked by her hand on my cheek.

A maple leaf just flew past me – I tried to hold it quickly.

They say, if one catches a maple leaf in mid-air,

All wishes shall be granted. So I let my eyelids drop,

Whispering, “God, help me remember her. Who is she?”

Only the tiniest of memories, her scent, scintillating, yet elusive.

The fragrance she wore, the way she smiled, intensely.

Only the tiniest of memories are tormenting me – I need more!

Oh, I need to know, who was she that had encaptured me in her love?

The Oracle lady had but hinted – was it a past life? Or a dream?

Why do I see her hazy silhouette, and skin radiantly glowing?

How can I not have memories, yet have emotions so precise,

How can I hurt so deeply, yet not remember what had pierced?

I sense her…

Fresh as the morning glow,

Deep as the cherry red,

Mystical as the ocean’s depths,

Dark as the empty night.

I sense her…

She holds deep pain inside

She wields soulful eyes

Her voice tries to sing a story

Her hand, outstretched in longing…

I sense her…

Yes, I sense her… she is real.

I don’t know yet – who she is,

or why she visits my dreams

I don’t know yet – why emotions overflow

upon her thoughts – each time.

Yet, I sense her in me.

Deeply in me… unwaveringly real.

She is a mystery, a mystery full of intrigue

She has trapped me in an embrace of eternity.

I sense her.. eternally.

Context:

I just almost finished watching the Korean drama ‘The Guardian’ (AKA The Lonely Shining God – Goblin AKA The Goblin) and this verse was inspired by the events in the drama.