When the dreams of your soul can no more be confided,
When the love in your heart can no longer be subsided,
When the hunger for success has already been fulfilled,
When the hatred feeling can just not be admitted,
When the competitive world is obliterated,
When the remorse is bygone and buried,
When everything except you seems to be dissolved,
When the dead child in you gets fully revived,
When the glow of your happy face can’t be denied,
When in the silence your faith is acknowledged,
Then the soul is free and resurrected.
ज़िन्दगी की किताब में रोज़ एक नया पन्ना लिखा जाता
कुछ पन्ने खली होते तो कुछ भरे
कुछ सफ़ेद तो कुछ रंगीन
पन्ने पलट के देखोगे तो पाओगे क्या खोया क्या पाया
कहीं मिलना कहीं बिछुड़ना
कुछ खट्टी मीठी यादें
पन्नो के बिच रखे गुलाब की महक
किसी खास की याद दिलाती
कुछ पन्नो पे स्याही गिरी
उन धुंदली यादों की बिसात देती
कुछ अधूरे पन्ने
जिन्हें भरने की खाविश आज भी है
कुछ फटे पन्ने
उन कडवी यादोंको भुलाने की कोशिश
पर जाने वो अक्षर पन्नो पर नहीं
दिल पे लिखे हों
कुछ भीगे से पन्ने
की अब उन्हें पलटना बहुत मुश्किल हो गया है
बस कुछ और पन्ने लिखने बाकि है
कहीं पुराने पन्नो की सोच में
नए की लिखावट न ख़राब हो जाये
क्यूंकि हर पन्ना अच्हा होगा
तो ही किताब संपूण कहलाएगी
दिल से लिखा होगा गर तो हर अक्षर स्वर्ण कहलायेगा
Its beyond any demarcations,
Its beyond any boundations.
Its understanding when nobody speak
Its giving strength when one gets weak
Without words all thoughts and desires shared,
Without speaking everything cared
Its unconditional and true,
Day by day it grows anew.
Its forgiving with no condition,
Its loving with full devotion
Its a feeling true and unselfish,
Its giving hope when someone is in anguish
Its liking with no reason,
Sharing smiles every season.
The best gift you can give,
Is to forget and forgive.
Like a mule you carry the burden,
Of the past, which made your life worsen.
You were hurt by someone,
Who was your close and dear one.
You can’t get off the pain,
Which has made you an insane.
You remember it again and again,
But all that goes in vain.
The time has come to realize,
To forget and forgive is the decision of the wise.
Let go off the pain,
Remembering it will give you no gain.
If you don’t forgive,
You will make your life worthless to live.
You will burn yourself in your own fire,
Bearing consequences which are dire.
Revenge makes your life shattered,
By bringing feelings like jealousy and hatred.
Good thoughts have always brought good life,
But these thoughts have just brought you strife.
Stagnant water always gives foul odur,
Let go the pain and flow with the God’s order.
Learn the lesson of life and forget the past,
Everything is ephemeral,nothing is going to last.
(Forgiveness is not something we do for others. We do it for ourselves to get well and move on.)
She becomes a mother,
When you need love n care.
She becomes a sister,
When you need to oil or brush your hair.
She becomes a friend,
When you have problems n need someone to share.
She becomes a teacher,
When you need advise n solutions are very rare.
She becomes a kid,
When she wants love n care.
She becomes an enemy,
When you fight with her, that you don’t dare.
She becomes an angel,
When you are ill n need care.
But whatever she is,
She is a lady who is all fair.
She is strong, she is bold,
She can hold a life, has a capability to bear.
Keep her in your heart,
She is your important part.
Respect her, love her, she is your life,
She is your soulmate, your life partner, your wife.
Support her because she needs you,
You are the only one in her life n she loves you.
Life is just a mystery,
Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet as pastry.
Sometimes the path is made of steep hills,
For crossing it you need deep skills.
Some gain success and reach the top,
Some remain there and become flop.
Success is not an easy thing to get,
So mush of hard work remains yet.
Only good people succeed,
who have done a good deed.
Why does everybody not succeed,
Even when sown hard work seed.
Everyone sows seed, but only few grow into tree,
Others may grow into a bush or a shrub, but not a tree.
But whats wrong in being a cactus,
It has may times protected the tree.
Whats the difference, both made by God-the shrub n the tree.
Everybody cant be the star,
Its God’s rule n power.
Everybody can’t be the winner,
Someday the winner may be a looser.
So why to loose hope,
And trudge on life’s rope.
Facing moon’s soothe n scorching sun,
Accepting difficulties with fun.