Dil-e-har qatra hai saaz-e-anal bahar

hum uske hai hamara poochna kya?

Life....an Ugly truth

Life is an ugly truth.
living on lies
and
lies
we never
live

Let me elaborate

'We are raised on lies.'

We are told that we can be anything and do anything we set our minds to. We are constantly rewarded and positively reinforced. We are told that we are special. We always win, as we’re sheltered from failure.

And during the process we are never taught to reward ourselves, our spiritual, intellectual selves, our being.

We grow up and learn the hard truth about this ugly world we live in. Those who cannot handle it either escape the world through various outlets to feel that reward, that childhood sense of gratification, or they check themselves out completely!

We don’t know what it’s like to push ourselves to our limits, to come close to death, to fully experience life. The closest we ever come in this manufactured world is when our hearts are broken seemingly beyond any repair, when we wake up the following morning with a traumatic hangover like thing stucked to our brains. We try to get a taste of life by running away from it.

And the tragedy still remains - we keep runing away in fear into a darkness more aphotic than anything...

There is one explanation that I believe could be true, and that is, those who live in fear are only afraid because they have not yet lived. The difference between those who are driven by self-preservation and those driven by fear is that the former act to protect the life they already posses and the latter act to delay the inevitable in order to find a life worth preserving!

The finest emotion of which we are capable is the mystic emotion. Herein lies the germ of all art and all true science. Anyone to whom this feeling is alien, who is no longer capable of wonderment and lives in a state of fear is a dead man
~ Albert Einstein

What am I?

since

50:16 It was We Who created man, and We know what dark suggestions his soul makes to him: for We are nearer to him than (his) jugular vein.

we measure
height
weight
length...
everything but
depth...
could it be
because
we are afraid
to go
down there
where only God
can reach ?...

another thought

Those who grow in solitude and close to God find the key to the Universe. What is the use of it if there is no one near them to hold their hands and follow into the light?...

I am trying to understand. That is all. Or maybe I am just envious. Again. For I know I shall never find that key. Or perhaps I don't deserve it.

broken architecture

the foundation
of a good thought
lies within
a good heart.
it is no wonder then
that the world is changed...
with so many broken hearts.

forward? backward

Dedicated to all my friends who send forwards to me. Forwards with PS note at the bottom - 'If you don't forward this mail to 10 people your girl friend will leave you'

Come on people! get real

boredomness

Let's talk boredom!
What is boredome?

The feeling that whatever effort we're expressing to inspire is worthless?
Or that, air doesn't really make lots of sense. Is that boredom?
Or is it the lack of motivation? Is there really a difference? eh?

save me from myself..........