The mysteries of Realisation(Part 3)

Hello people, how you have been these days? Sorry, I couldn’t write you from a long span. Time is an issue and that’s why I am here with the third part of “The mysteries of Realisation”

Hope you all will like it because it’s important.

Do you know the importance of things? Of course, Yes! If you didn’t get them at the right time. You recognise the importance of yours when you get wrong things happens at the wrong time. And this recognition is worst. Knowing the situations better than what your little brain can handle is not a sign of maturity. It is just a shit you get from your experiences. Sometimes, I think where every time I think what I haven’t seen the things? What if I realised it later that my little brain isn’t enough to grab the things which are ready to engross me in them. You guys know it very well, everyone has a story and some have stories. The stories of theirs, the stories of others, some keep them alive in mind where some simply die with them. I guess I don’t belong to both of them. While writing the first chapter of “The Mysteries of Realisations” I thought of writing a lot on the topic. I had it all. The topic, the content. But it was the time when I got a new realisation which resisted me to write. It was “Time.”

Everything happens because they are meant to happen. I believed in that philosophy and it helped me a lot in my survival. But everything happens, not only because they are meant to but also because it’s the right time to get challenged. Every time, when you will be high (of course not on weeds) there will be something stabbing you to dive down. In the best time, you will find the worst and I guess it’s the labyrinth of life I always talk about. I have heard so many talking about their bad time. No, it doesn’t mean they never had a good time. But it’s the time which never affects. You can get a conclusion from there. It is: happiness never affects you.

Meanwhile, sadness twitch you to attempt things everyone has heard of! Time taught me a lot, and now it’s the time I don’t want to see more. Maybe it isn’t time’s fault but somewhere something happened at the same time it shouldn’t be.

But what should I do with the realisation of the wrong time? I have had the same feeling for a good time too. When I was on the way to get it, I got tangled in my thoughts. It always goes the same.

“Darkness isn’t the reason of my fear anymore, happiness is.”

Me: Something is going to be good.

Time: Oh, wait! Let me show you the worse you can handle.

ME: But… I am able to handle it. Oh! Clever.

Time: Wait I will give you more threats in the meantime.

ME: But I can’t live through it.

Time: Then! Do die.

Me: Thank you made it simple for me. 

Time: Oh! Sorry. I won’t let you die. Held this string of life and every time you will think of dying I will jerk you, coward.  

Time isn’t simple but if it would be we people ain’t remember it. So, let’s have what time wants and let’s challenge it. We can’t give up to get our beautiful destinations. Doesn’t matter what time let us see. Doesn’t matter what time let us hear. Doesn’t matter how cursedly it plays with are. We can get what we want. We will get it for sure.

Don’t give up in a mid. Wait! Even the earth wait till the evening to meet her destination at the horizon. And if there are clouds try to shear them and look, or wait for the next day, after rains you will find it and you will get it with a new glory.

Time is one of the prized things we have. But everyone face the hard one; sooner or later. Some simply go through it and some go through it but they take a part of a hard time with them. No one knows, what’s going in someone’s life. We should respect what is coming out of the time. Can’t we help each other in growing or is it important grow alone? No, alone doesn’t mean sick of solitude, it means being aloof with senses of cruelty. And hope isn’t the bean of my bag when it comes to other people. I can’t expect them to be good enough and I am sure the phase we are leaving and where we are leading to isn’t good for hoping. So, better we don’t build any hope. But we can build our self. We can build our self to handle the time in our fist. We can try to emancipate our bad stories not as an experience but as a healthy tale of knowledge. We can try to help other in their bad time. And helping doesn’t only mean giving them a hand or a shoulder, it can be by simply greeting them, it can be by that simply enthusiastic “HEY, How are you?”

We don’t need efforts and I have learned this that even a simple greeting can put a smile on someone’s face. I know, it’s hard. But it pays the efforts off. Even you will find a joy, doesn’t matter how bitter your situations are. Try it. We can build a healthy environment and we really need it in the meantime. Laughing on others by their worse time may give you a joy in that moment but a greeting will give you a friend and joy for life. I know Life is uncertain, you can’t be good every time but “don’t let the uncertainty of your thoughts affect people and relations.”

When it comes to the uncertainty; it is unconfined. So does the time. We live in an uncertain world so why don’t we challenge it with the uncertainty of our thoughts. I know, an uncertain mind is near to curse but there are mystic things which can be used in a manner to get the life. We can be unpredictable for the time. We can amuse with it. But you need to control the uncertainty in a positive manner. Even the best magic can kill the sorcerous if uncontrolled.

Don’t ruin the time. Hope you didn’t while reading this. All the best! keep Shinning.

There are only few you remember the most

There are so many pages in a book but there are only few you remember the most….

Sometimes, the one you don’t need to.. 

and sometimes the one you want to tore, 

the one which you wetted while reading and the one which roasted your soul utmost…. 

Sometimes, the one you talk about happily but cry somewhere deep..

and the one you fought with or laugh on without any weep.


laugh on without any weep….

Where MAGIC happens

Parachuting out of the ship, exhaling the mere;

Drowning in the profound ocean, debuting out of the abyss;

Growing to see the shine of sun rays, trying to fetch them in my small hands;

Trying to breathe in the yell, enjoying the frustration;

Leaving one surface to reach the next,

Sacrificing life for a reason, killing the other reasons to make that one possible;

In the water but thirsty, forcing myself out to fulfil the thirst;

Losing the paths, lost in waves, trying to sculpting new ways to reach the place where magic happens…

Laughing with each and every losing battle but not giving up to try, 

Sinking in the water of helpless ness and sometimes living out it dry;

Gushing on the surface fighting with giant boats,

Sometimes building a courage and sometimes killing discouraging thoughts;

Trying to leave vulnerable waves, making a thundering frantic wave, which will engross me in it and will take me to the surface of the island where magic happens…

With hope of getting successful,

Finding the mirth even when life is been dearth;

Sometimes lamming the truth and sometimes fighting with treacherous;

Roasting myself in the ocean of liars,

Collecting the ashes and turning them into the fire,

Drowsing by enigma, ecstatic for glimpses of ambition,

Believing in self, rogering with today, working for tomorrow, zoetic due to longings of future,

I will reach the place where magic happens…

Thanks for reading #tvfplay #pitchers #tribute

Colors of life

Hey guys, after a long span of time stranger is here with a new poem “COlORS of LIFE” 

Looking at the sky wishing for my angel I scorched my eyes by the tensed light of the sun…

When I woke I found myself tangled in the blue,

In the dearth of joy, I started looking for the red love…

No green in the life but behaving like the dove…

Engraving for the food 

I found Black and got banished for forbidden fruit…

Shaping the path again, I fall down to the earth. 

Kissed the dust and felt the gray…rising up after the failure I found the indigo.

It filled me with the zeal and powered me to let my falls go.. . .

While trying to fly, the shine bleached my eyes often. . .

But as the cloud appeared the darkness of shadow made it soften. 

Like the yellow, they supported me in my rise… 

Like a drastic thought of solitude, never to materialize.”

Description: It is a story of a bird who wish for his angel to come to him and adore him but while looking he faces the tormenting shine of sun which burn his eyes. He found himself in tantrum and sadness but with a desire of love. There was no greenery near him from which he can fulfill his life. Things he founds were not worthy enough. He didn’t give up and started looking for a path but he loses the battle again and touched the ground. Again sadness kissed him hard. He lost his small wings but he was determined to live and as get motivation from the shadows of cloud he founds solace and with a new zeal he starts trying to find out the reason for life. It is just a thought of aloofness.

Now stories on Whatsapp

There was a time when people loved to make portraits willingly. They were used to pose for a quiet long time to get an image and adore them till the last breath and after that leaves it for their sons and grandsons. It was a time when people were patient. The people who believed in stuckness fo the life and the rituals. Nowadays, people like to change. Yes, it is good to change but they change they believe in temporariness of life. They don’t want anything for a long time. They believe in short term happiness. lives the life for moments without caring about the life.
Even the technology is providing us short term happiness, the captures, the shots, the pictures were for life to have a look on them when we get tired of life when we will be aged.
After Snapchat, Instagram, Hike, now Whatsapp also provides the feature of stories taking a new step for temporariness.

“from the life of portraits to one-day stories, somewhere the life became shorter, people impatient, accustomed to vacillate and high for evanescence.”

मैं लेखक हू …

मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हूँ, लेखक मेरा नाम है…
भावनाओ ओर कामनाओ से मुझ ग़रीब का क्या कम है?
फकीर हू . लफ़ज़ो का, न्योचछावर जो शब्दो मे कर देता हूँ. . .
जब देखता हूँ तो बोल पड़ता हू… बोल कर फिर लिख देता हूँ…
पर जिसस दिन इस दिल ने बातों को सोच लिया…
ठहराव को अपने ज़िल्मे कर भावनाओ को समझ लिया…
कलम ना उठेंगी लिखने को…
मेरी बेहया कामनाए ही मजबूर करेगी आश्रूवो को बहा दे ने को…
ना पिरो पौँगा उस दिन मेरे लफ़ज़ो को,
लफ़ज़ो को कलाम की श्याही मे बहा देना मेरा काम है..
भावनाओ ओर कामनाओ से मेरा क्या काम है ?.
मैं लेखक हू ..बस लिख देता हूँ…
रोखना न्ही श्याही को मेरी, क्यूंकी लिखना मेरा काम है…
देखा जो पंक्षी को, उसकी उड़ान भर ली,
ठुर्थुराति सुबह तो कभी नारंगी शाम अपने नाम करली,
मिला जो मुझे कुछ तो सही जो ना मिला तो शब्दो मे बयान करदी. . .
लोभ, माया, तो सिर्फ़ दर्शक है मेरे, न्ही तो इनसे मेरा क्या काम है,
ज्ब मिलेगी मंज़ील तो खुश होजौंगा अगर ना मिले तो पन्नो के सहारे उसे अपना कर जाऊँगा..
सहम के कभी, कभी नासमझाइश के चलते अपने इरादे पेश कर जाता हू..
मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हू.. लेखक मेरा नाम है..
सहारा है कलम ज़िंदगी का मेरी, ओर सिर्फ़ लिखना मेरा काम है…
मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हू लेखक मेरा नाम है, अगर इतनी भी ना पहचान मिले तो इन शब्दो को क्या काम है….

Thank you so much Bhuvnesh for sharing this great idea with me.

Scars

Scars are more loyal than people, they don’t leave you dexterously. They are the one, you want to rid of! but they never leave you till you had spent money on them or had done anything worse. Unlike scars, people leaves you like you were never been there with them. Even after scars get removed, they have certain influence on you. People, they don’t even care.