Soul (Sole) Freedom- 2

Every dictator is a dictator solely because he knows that the people will follow what he commands them to.
To be a rebel you needn't make noise and protest that you will not take the suppression and oppression.
Such rebels seem to me as fools, who go around gathering more and more crowd in support.

Instead if you choose to be what you want to be, do what you want to do and believe that in any which ways, you are already free, and this sense of freedom in action is imbibed in every soul in this earth, there can be no human power that can control us.

But unfortunately, this needs a deeper spiritual connection with our own soul. (which we lack).
And a conviction that we are in fact the master of our own life, and nobody else can be that but us.

What we do have instead is fear.
And where there is fear, my friend, there can never be freedom.

Look at history and you will find that only the fearless have been free throughout.
No one human is more powerful than the other.
We are fools to associate someone with power due to the fear that they may have something that we do not.

How foolish. Don't you see, he has the same flesh and blood, bones and nerves that I have in me?
How can he be anything more than me?

Never, ever, believe someone has the power to make you kneel, bow or fall on their feet.
Never, ever, believe that some human can be as mighty as god,
and if you do see god in someone, realize that the same god is in you too.
Never, ever, make a human your god.

Soul (Sole) Freedom

There are people who love me beyond compare.
But I wouldn't like to believe that I am their whole life.

I may be someone extremely significant to them,
But I wouldn't like to believe that they won't survive without me.

I may be someone they think is indispensable for their lives to be complete,
But I wouldn't like to believe that I am irreplaceable.

And it is this belief of mine that sets my soul free.

कलम की कहानी / Kalam ki Kahani

ज़िंदगी एक किताब और हम मात्र एक कलम हैं।

लिखना क्या है मालूम नहीं, फिर भी हम लिखते जाते हैं।

  

पर हर कलम की लिखी कहानी अज़ीज़, हर कलम की रंगीन स्याही अज़ीज़ है।

और लिखते लिखते बन जाने वाली सैकड़ों नयी किताबें अज़ीज़ है।

लिखते लिखते एक दिन स्याही ख़त्म होने को आई तो  

कलम ने उस लेखक से पूछा “ये कैसी किताब लिखवाई है?

कोई दिलचस्प कहानी नहीं है, कोई बड़ी कामयाबी नहीं है।

हर पन्ना बस एक जैसा, मेरे जीवन में कुछ भी सुहानी नहीं है।”

लेखक बोला “मैंने लिखवाया तुमसे वोही जो तुमसे लिखा जा सकता था। हर रोज़ मर्रे की कहानी में भी, तू कुछ निराला बना सकता था।  

सबकी कहानी मै तो केवल एक ही तरह लिखवाता हूँ। जैसा कलम चाहता है, मै तो वैसा ही लिखता जाता हूँ।”

काश कलम को पता होता की ये जो उसका जीवन है, इसमे लेखक लिखता वो है जो कलम को लिखने का मन है।

कलम तुम्हारा ये जीवन भी ऐतिहासिक बन जाएगा, जब रोज़ मर्रा के जीवन में कुछ निराला तू कर जाएगा।

कोई इसे पढ़े न पढ़े, तेरा जीवन सफल हो जाएगा, गर स्याही ख़त्म होजाने तक तू मन का गीत लिख जाएगा, बस मन का गीत लिख जाएगा, बस मन का गीत लिख जाएगा।

Mumbling Mind is Not-So-Kind

With a mind full of mumbles on a day full of workload, I wonder how to put this brain to work.

With a mind full of mumbles on a night full of silence, I wonder how to put this body to rest.

With a mind full of mumbles at a dawn of tranquillity, I wonder how to make this mind go numb.

And when all of my days have slowly begun to vanish, I wonder where have I been gone for so long?

एक कलम की मोहब्बत

तुम्हारी ज़िंदगी की किताब में लिखने वाली मैं, केवल एक कलम हूँ।
स्याही खत्म हो जाने तक तुम्हारी कहानी लिख दूँ, बस यही मक़सद है मेरा।  

Perception and Significance

Someone's perception of good vs bad for you, and the level of protectiveness towards you,

are enough to showcase how significant you are, as a part of their life.

I guess that way, family will always be number one, vis-a-vis the rest.

Friends may be somewhere in the middle of that list,

and colleagues/acquaintances somewhere towards the end..

But how does the ranking of people's significance help us evolve as people??
Does it help us at all?
Too many thoughts in between, and I am suddenly lost under the pile of my own questions.

Sigh..

My Mind Mumbles Empathy

Somedays are difficult.
Sometimes we all go through days like these.
But it's difficult all the more when you cannot express how your day is going to anyone around because of a fear of lack of empathy, or just the fear of being tagged as a "crybaby", "attention seeker", or something of the like, which you are generally not.
But today, i want to share the pain by trying to express it simply.

Imagine your body being stung by insect bites at 30 different spots on your body when you are asleep, and you wake up and have to start a day with all that itch.
Now imagine you have a body with extremely sensitive skin that even an itch can peal your skin off.
Now imagine having the pain of your skin pealing off from 30 different spots on your body at one single time. And imagine having to do your daily work chores with that pain. To top it, add the situation that you do not want people at work to know that pain, and have to pass away the day normally, also having to address questions such as "eww is that a chicken pox mark?" with an answer like "No, its just allergy mark."

I go through this every other day when I'm struck by an allergy. And what I'm more used to than the allergy's pain due to my skin pealing off is the disgusted look i get and more than that, the ignorance of people who matter to the fact that you are in pain.

It made me stop wanting to express it out to people at all. Especially when it is about bodily pain. Because trust me, as much as everyone wants to be heard, no one actually wants to genuinely listen.

Thankfully i have a blog that is read by less than a dozen people, and mostly those who hopefully don't have the tendency to poke me where it hurts.

But I feel the urge to tell people through this post to be a little more sensitive towards people's invisible pain. Of course I'm not telling you to sit and cry for them, for all you know, they don't cry for themselves either. Just TRY to develop empathy towards people who seem to be in pain, even if they don't tell you they are in pain.