Seeker, may be or a lost wanderer....!!
Well all I meant to say is, have you ever wondered about who we are? Who am I? Am I brilliant? Am I good? Am I successful? Am I fabulous? Am I lucky? Yes, we all go through such questions in our lifetime, not once but many times. Simply because we are seekers, we are always curious to find out more about ourselves.
Live your life like each day is a new day, to teach new chapters of life. Don't let others tell you about who you are else you are living their reality and not yours.
"If you cannot be the poet, be a poem..."
We may be a thousand things but the the world chooses to see the million things we are not, we may be a name to someone, a shape to other, we may be a partner to someone and stranger to other but we all are something which only we know. Stick to this self of yours, live your life the way you wish to.
"I am my favorite book, but who you are.....?''
Well all I meant to say is, have you ever wondered about who we are? Who am I? Am I brilliant? Am I good? Am I successful? Am I fabulous? Am I lucky? Yes, we all go through such questions in our lifetime, not once but many times. Simply because we are seekers, we are always curious to find out more about ourselves.
Live your life like each day is a new day, to teach new chapters of life. Don't let others tell you about who you are else you are living their reality and not yours.
"If you cannot be the poet, be a poem..."
We may be a thousand things but the the world chooses to see the million things we are not, we may be a name to someone, a shape to other, we may be a partner to someone and stranger to other but we all are something which only we know. Stick to this self of yours, live your life the way you wish to.
"I am my favorite book, but who you are.....?''
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| Location: Home, When: midnight, Pic courtesy: the man in life |
"कौन हो तुम
जो वक़्त बेवक़्त चले आते हो
कौन हो
जो दिल के दरवाज़व पर दस्तक लगाते हो....
हवाओं का रूप धर के
कभी बादलों का भेष भर कर
अपने होने का अहसास कराते हो
कौन हो तुम ?
नरम दूब पर
ओस की बूंदों से दिखते हो
मिट्टी के गमलों में
फूलों से खिलते हो
कौन हो तुम ?
उगते सूरज की गर्मी में
खिलते पलाश से लगते हो
गहराती शाम के अंधेरों में
सेमल की रूई से लगते हो
कौन हो तुम ?
शायद वो पथिक हो
जो राह भटक गया था
जा रहा था कहीं और
और दिल पर मेरे
दस्तक दे गया था....."
Translation:
"Who are you?
Who come in time
Who are you?
Why do you knock at my heart
By the appearance of the winds
and sometimes
you feel like being presence of the clouds
Who are you?
Sometimes like dew drops on fresh grass
and sometimes like a flower in my clay pots
Who are you?
You seem to blossom
In the heat of the rising sun
And the soft cotton wool (semal)
In the dark evenings
Who are you?
Oh, you may be the wanderer
Who lost his track
Was going somewhere else
But stopped
To knock at my heart..."
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