There are so many times when I have been a keen observer, wondering about the reality behind our lives. Since we live in 21st century, we are all packed with our day to day hectic and rigid schedules. From dawn to dusk, we keep striving to push our envelopes to showcase the world and unfortunately in this hurry, we often overlook the bounties, we have been bestowed with.
Our beautiful mother nature is one such precious gift which the Almighty has given us. In fact, nature has proved itself to be man’s truthful companion. In the times of distress and anxiety, we seldom try to disconnect ourselves from this technologically advanced world and seek to spend some time in the lap of nature.
After spending few moments of delight and relaxation, we feel rejuvenated and light and get some great energy. This energy helps us to go with the flow for a couple of few weeks or may be months!
As a tiny tot, I was always asked to take some time off and lay that out admiring the nature and the eternal beauty it wore. Those lush green trees, colourfully amalgamated flowers, deep Emerald sea, tall and rigid mountains and above all the flora and fauna, everything has just made us so much enraptured towards it.
When a busy homemaker gets no other place to lie down her notorious toddler, she just hands him over to the green garden lying in her yard. The child, all of just few months, enjoys the company of butterflies, furze and the bright and gay sun shining over him.
This young, gentleman grows along with the nature and unfortunately there comes a time when he forgets everything his friend did for him. Initially he tries to put forth some distances between this transparent bond and eventually finds himself bewildered with no place where he could get a soothing hand, melodiously inaudible voice and an energetic atmosphere.
We as humans have always drowned in greed and envy which has incorporated so many problems and tough times in our minds. But nonetheless, what I feel is that if we implore for apologies open-heartedly no matter what the sin is, everybody including our Lord can forgive us. That’s the power!
This human-nature co-relation is undoubtedly very strong and indestructible. We, as careless humans, have just slipped few places back, which is now troublesome for both-us and our mother nature.
All we need to do is get on to the track and travel with this pretty unit called Nature.
So go on and open your doors and windows and glimpse out at that small piece of artistry. It could be your small muddy pot homing the newly germinated sapling or your beloved garden. As it is aptly said, “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.”✨
Just go and step out and the rest nature would do for you!
As an elated traveller, I have always found sanctity in wandering places. From the snow capped mountains of northern India to the brackish water lagoons of Chilika,all the places have found a deep place in my heart.
The reason is quite simple and straightforward, I always wanted to be a hodophile ever since I was born on this planet. Exploring the glittery globe, discovering new unhackneyed stuff and above all, getting tagged by the name of a wanderlust, all this has always fascinated me.
Last Monday when the clock was about to strike 1:40 pm, (as far as I remember 5 mins were left) I packed up my notebooks and pens because I was freaking with boredom. My nerves lost control when I was about to rise from the chair and suddenly my teacher pinned us to check what would happen if life was possible on any other planet too.
I found this question absolutely kiddish and irrelevant because we have been told numerous time that earth is the only planet with air and water -the two necessities for life, then how could any other planet be bestowed with life and living?
Apparently I also pondered about the vast number of galaxies in this eternal universe. Millions of planets and stars in the cosmos and existence occuring only on earth?
The last string of faith dancing in the outskirts of my lungs was trying really hard to hold me above the surface of thoughtfulness. The dawn swept to dusk and it was getting darker and darker. I made my bed and tried to fall asleep while gazing at the stars and serene sky.
My eyes unfurled and what I saw, crept me into astonishment. Alot of unorganised motions tunneling inside my mind but on the outside , I stood still in disbelief. Thousands of multi-complicated sky scrapers, all looking alike. I never saw them in India. They had some similar looking towers sprawled up on the top. I felt dizzy, no one, not even a soul I could identify at the moment. There were these goblin like men moving around me(I never knew a folklore or a fantasy fiction could come to a real life extent). My life was at an edge!
I rose up my clear cut decision to walk to them. An alien(as the name suggests) was sitting on the stony ground. He turned to me and stood pale and quiet. He stared me for almost a minute or two. With all regards and perseverance he held my hand and started to walk with his barefooted legs. A distress signal was sent all across my body and panic was the call of the hour but I kept myself cool, as cool as a fresh cucumber trying to acknowledge what exactly was blowing in his mind.
After 10 minutes I entered into a place where it got difficult for me to the respire. I was loosing my consciousness. The creature handed me a mask and spoke a word of perplexity. Nonetheless, I wore it and felt better and relaxed. A gang full of aliens came in front of me and I was almost on a notch to get a heart-attack but luckily I didn’t. Initially, they seemed to be benevolent and a happy-go-lucky ball of serenity but I was mislead,and this turned to be the worst part of all. These men tightly held my hand and fixed me onto a broad metallic structure, my hands were hung with a rope and my legs figured out with a chain, so tight and so hard I felt that I started screaming and bawling.
“What have I done to you? do you know what humanity means? I won’t harm you at all! I have just been misdirected! Release me please! Are you sick? You know what, you guys will find a place in hell!”, and whatnot I cried for the state of mercy. The devils had no feelings, no feelings for a person who was begging for freedom and life.
Sobbing was the last thing which could be done. I never knew the sky was a slave already. It was a small space for my sorrow trying to unweave itself in front of the inhumane creations. A hefty body with a bluish black figure came to me and to my surprise he bought me an eerie pill. The pill was supposed to put me to the warmest, sweetest and the eternal sleep I could ever cherish. I was terrified. Fear and awe surrounded me. A fish trapped in the company of sharks, unfortunately I kept myself at the edge of ignorance and valour all together, and could feel like that pity little fish in the ocean, alone and devastated.
I didn’t realise when the pill was rubbed inside my mouth, forcefully, ofcourse. My throat lost its moisture and turned coarse as the wildest of deserts. Brightness around me dimmed on a serious note and I was getting lighter. The giggles of my brother, the untold calls of my father, the stern yet chirping voice of my mother, all I could relive again. I had no idea what was going through me. My soul was kinda fading and fading. No emotions, only endurance at peak. “Enough of nightmares for today, get up, you are already late for the class”, my mother cried.
Dissimilar the case went, Throbs like I have worn a fake fatuous fruitless faulty foul fraudulent face mask ever in this pandemic. This is not going to shield me with the hell virus but with the lamentable trust which keeps on breaking past these days.
“Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.”, this statement was imprinted on numerous places to whipe off catastrophe revolving around humanity. As time flies old wounds heal, maybe the revolutionaries would have had the same point in their minds while constructing some new and efficient policies for future. From centuries down the lane we have tried to dismantle the ball of old orientated thoughts and much more time it has taken to repair them with the bandages of change. It’s the sufferer every time who gets to witness ignorance and inferiority and gets disheartened and implore for apologies, though it’s not his fault.
But who on earth can deny the fact that out of a dozen of apples, one comes out to be rotten, same goes with the bunch of irascible humans who have weakened the system of growth.
The list of thoughts can be bulky and keeping the fact of precision let’s talk about a few. Males and females may rub shoulders today, they may be paid on an equal basis, but little do we realise that the roots of discrimination have progressed to an eternal depth and it is always embarrassment which latter have to go with. Well, after ages of countless debates and plethora of articles on women empowerment the situation has changed and the rays of sunbeams are changing the thinkings. This discrimination was only possible because humans have a tendency to ponder upon the negativity which will occur in future. Women moving out, leaving back the responsibilities of a home maker and sitting with men ,this would ruin the society, such stereotypical thoughts were imbibed.
Ever since the earth was a mass of mud there are two ultimate types of people- blacks and whites. Blacks are deprived of all desires and the whites no matter how luxurious it is, tend to grab the opportunities .So many people down the lane, from the advocate of colonist, George Mason to the Pakistani activist girl Malala Yousafzai ,everyone have tried to hoist the flag of equality.
Since time immemorial, we are also concerned about our religious esteem. In societies were freedom of religion is a constitutional right, adherents of religious minorities somewhere voice concerns about religious discrimination against them.
Now how do we talk about these issues on a national phase? Only because we have a judgement and thought which keeps on popping in our minds persistently. It may also sow the seeds of destruction which later can give the fruits of demolition. Numerous issues around the world are set back by dusty vision and poor planning .
The sea shore of our dreamland is miles away and the only way to get there is to swim. So let's join our hands together , experience the myriad colours of life and set onto this journey .But remember positive thinking is the boat which is going to make it possible!
Disclamer: The first two paragraphs have very bold language.Do not read. I know the lyrics does not quite go well with the poem i wrote last night. Never the less, i was driven by my instinct to do this. Sorry if it didnt came out well. Note : The body has lines from a book named "The 5 a.m. club" by Robin Sharma. The caption includes the poem i wrote.
//Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place, singin'//
I am guilty of sins, i never comitted. I am unworthy for lies, i mever said. Give me pain, and i shall accept it. Punish me till dawn, and i wont disapprove of it. Let me down, and i wont dare to rise. Plung a knife deep in my spine, but my soul wont demise. For bloody sinners, this is what would suffice.
//Buddy, you're a young man, hard man Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday You got blood on your face, you big disgrace Waving your banner all over the place//
Kick off my ass, and i shall bend more. Suffocate my dreams, and my voice shall choke. Stretch my legs, penetrate my scars. Keep the blood which seeps out in jars. Push my down, and more shall i kneal. Hide me from kids, but i wont conceal. For blood-thirsty criminals, this is how goes the deal.
//Buddy, you're an old man, poor man Pleading with your eyes, gonna get you some peace someday You got mud on your face, big disgrace Somebody better put you back into your place, do it!//
Appreciate my presence, and i will give you more reasons to. Hug me once, and i wont let you go. Run hands through my hairs, and i shall never cut them again. To smell of acceptance in the rain of pain. When my lips shall you kiss. In your fate shall I spellbound bliss. A monster am I. But i have nightmares too, to your suprise. Inside me a devil dwells. Which has a story to tell.
silence sounds like a ghastly war unravelling inside a terror induced country; the haunting growl of multiple buildings getting eviscerated by a single missile in mere seconds, the eerie cries of innocent women, children and men getting slaughtered mercilessly in the name of service. the sound of death and destruction fails to reach the end of your ears while you're sitting safely on the front porch, thousand miles away from all the misery and cruelty that paints the face of a war.
silence sounds like a flood-striken city on the verge of getting swallowed by a raging storm; a frenzied cyclone that ends up taking more lives than the amount of times you've thought about ending your own. lives are taken in heavy toll by the wrath of nature, while you're lying in your bed, agitated and upset, gawking at your phone, shedding a river of tears to his last goodbye text.
silence sounds a broken girl hiding her scars from every question that knocks on her door without keeping her privacy in mind. silence shuts her mouth everytime she faces injustice from her own family that's supposed be her only support. silence keeps killing her from inside on the daily to the point where it becomes the only thing she's comfortable of. counting her minutes at every dusk, she waits for silence to take her away from the world.
silence sounds like a quiet lonely kid sitting all by himself on the very last bench, plotting about a hundred ways to end his life. silent as he is, he doesn't share a conversation with anyone but his mind is constantly at war with himself. when the teacher questions his isolated behavior, nothing comes out of his mute mouth except for silence.
Post Soti hu sukut e shab ke har marg ko saja kar Ki ho na kahi nashmeen mai meri moat ka tamasha Par jalwa e fagn,hota har sahr hai ik naya sa karishma Salat ul fajr chadhti hai saansen naam lillah ka faqt lekar Garz ki chalta hai zist e kaaravan,chalata hai use wo paikar
(I slept after drawing veil round my misiries for i dont want to make fun of of my pain n soreness..but at every morning a miracle that luminates my soul is that at fajr time i murmur the name of my almighty ...and thus the thouroughfare goes on, driven by the most Merciful) ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
کیوں مصروف و مگن ہو سمیٹنے میں دنیا اے انسان رایگاں ہے یہ کاوش و حکمت، دن ایک سب کو مسمار ہونا ہے Kyu masroof o magan ho samaitne mai dunya aie insaan Rayigaan hai ye kavish o hikmat ,din ek sab ko mismaar hona hai.. A blessed friday❤❤❤
Bursted the bubble of dreams He drank a cup full of compromises His tongue burned through its bitterness A spoon full of bad words, fake concerns Future stress and job problems He take as a medicine daily Robotic life, working on gasoline Melting his soul under scorching sun He is that living soul which is dead A strong rock , brave, he is a MAN.
FIRST STAGE OF HIS LIFE: "He will be an engineer." "No, he will be a Doctor." "You both are dumb.. he will be a Soldier." Playing with toys. That three years old kid didn't even know that the biggest and most important decision of his life is already made. "Engineer, Doctor or Soldier." In some days , his toys got replaced with engineering tools, a medical kit and an army set. That little mind which still is in developing process. Far away from this world's game. Started to adjust with those strange toys. Well, time moves on.. he started to understand what he wants in his life. "A Writer." But his parents wishes were his first priority. Killing his dreams. He learned those subjects that he hated the most. At last, an engineer he became.
SECOND STAGE OF HIS LIFE: Find a job... First interview he gave much confidently.. but the word "NO" broke him down. His parents consoled him . Went to different places just a refusal he get. Slowly his parents started blaming him. "You didn't study hard." Even at a grade of A. "Your grade is not good. It should be A+". Words of his parents, refusals, people's stares.. First he cried, then got angry, stressed, tensed and slowly emotionless. Soon, he got a job. But he wasn't happy. It's like he is forced to do this all.
THIRD STAGE OF HIS LIFE: With dark blue eyes, luscious lips and dark black hair. Isn't she a beauty . He fell in love with her the day he saw her first time. After many tries, they became good friends. Well, friends for her not for him. The phenomena of attraction which every adult go through. Many promises, dreams . With much courage he talked to his mother . "Mom, actually about marriage.." "yeah .. I was about to tell you this .. you know your father's friend daughter Lena. Such an adorable girl . Best for you . Be ready next week . We are going there. " Again.. respected his parents. But what about his heart .. Heart that page of his novel(body) which he tore off.
FOURTH STAGE OF HIS LIFE: Working day and night for his children. Giving them his best. He lost himself. But he didn't repeat the history. "I think he will be .." "Shh.. don't say that ..he will be what he want to be". With a smile on his lips after getting defeated every time , this time he Conquer the World. Cz CHANGE IS MUCH NEEDED. _____________________________________________
Here, I tried to clear two points . 1) Men are also human. Much worthy of respect. They are the pillars of this world . Without them this world can never shine. 2) Please understand your children, their dreams. Make them comfortable. Talk to them. Be polite. Give them space. Be friends with them. No secrets must be kept locked. Listen .. it's the best medicine for MIND. ________________________________ THIS POST IS NOT TO OFFEND ANY SOUL HERE. PLEASE READ IT . ITS NOT FOR EVERY PARENT . JUST FOR SOME WHO UNINTENTIONALLY OR INTENTIONALLY DO THIS . MUCH RESPECT TO EVERYONE