The quote has been wisely put forth and told, Everything that glitters is not precious like gold, Reality has no market and fakeness gets easily sold, Beautiful appears each lie till the truth doesn't unfold.
We come across perfect couples on social platforms, Setting unrealistic couple goals and impractical norms, Creating an intense need to have a flawless relationship, Young generation follows blind - folded, without a skip.
The tender age, too innocent to see the truth behind the curtain, Thus, drug abuse, rapes, suicide & like problems become certain, It should be hammered deep into their immature brains, Glamorous life of social media bears numerous invisible stains.
What appears heavenly to the lens of a high - tech camera, May be cacti, dolled -up to appear like some exquisite flora, Let our expectations don't swell believing on such reels, It's nothing more than a trap, peace of your mind it steals.
If not in this world, I hope I'm living my dream in another universe. Maybe we shared same tea when we met for the first time. Maybe we met again soon after and held hands instead of just chatting online. Maybe we met often and explored the campus together. Maybe we really went to Jama masjid together. Maybe beauty does not lie in the mind too, but heart. Maybe we never slept that night and went to park to sit under the night sky. Maybe we kissed that night. Maybe our stars were aligned there. Maybe we haven't stopped talking. Maybe the feelings were reciprocated. Maybe I wasn't called salt, but honey ._. Maybe we watched Masaan together. Maybe we listened to 'Sajni- strings' together. Maybe bhang hokkah holi wasn't the only holi spent together. Maybe I wrote more poems for you. Maybe you got me 'little hearts'. Maybe you sent more of your singing recordings. Maybe I could read more from you. Maybe I kept writing.
and the day you left this world, i couldn't survive the questions that arose in my mind. Who are we? Humans. But who decided, we are who we are? Maybe, we aren't this person. Maybe we are just nothing. Maybe we are so much more than we would ever be able to discover. What is air, this sun, moon, planet, universe, or that multiverse? Why do all this exist? Maybe all this doesn't even exist. Maybe all this is just an illusion. Maybe an illusion just to distract us from something, something more real. More real? Yes. More real. But what? Maybe something that is the end or just the beginning. Maybe multiverse is nothing. But for now it's everything. Everything where all this exists. But who made us? Who made us exist? Where the hell we came from? Don't name it God, almighty or something like human figure or just like a soul or something. Make me meet them. Who are they? How could they make us? This body?This brain? Heart? This thing called soul? Which kind of power made them make us. And most of all who made them? What is death? What is life? Maybe no one dies and it's something like teleporting us to the other bubble universe. Maybe none of us is living? Alive either. Maybe we are all already dead and it's all called the after life. But why do we need to die one day? Why do we need to leave this world? And if we need to do that why are we given birth? Yes. It's all supremely puzzling. Maybe this could be forever out of reach. Maybe this quest could be doomed to failure. Every night i miss you. I wonder if we will ever meet? If you are still somewhere? Heaven, hell, bubble universe, parallel universe or whatever. I just wanna meet you, hug you, tell you how much i miss you. I struggle these questions. And the biggest struggle is where the hell these questions came from in my mind, in else's mind? If they were not meant to be answered why did they arose?
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Transcending to an Iota of a world where Ubiquity fleed
Where petrichor seemed Like an artifact stored in Attic of the heart
And none misused their Abridged power to showcase A panalopy
Of orthodox perceptions For third gender family
There's been a myriad of mendacious rumours that only add up to the fire rather than extenuating it. The third gender community is a part of our society since ages. Considered as a symbol of unity and strength by some. Some only think about them when a certain religious ritual is to be carried out. But spew venom about them once their purpose is fulfilled.
It is a life choice that was concomitant. Yet they strive to struggle to make their mark in the society even after being a subject of harsh treatment by some. The society should contemplate the fact that people of the community aren't provided with a higher education or employment opportunities and are, therefore, forced to ask for money. It is not something they do willingly, rather it's a choice they have to make.
I wish for a parallel world where the Third Gender would be revered and considered as equals. Where they'd marry the person they love. Where the young ones would no longer store their respective dreams into an attic inside their heart, closed for eternity, or put on lipstick, wear a saree and go to people's houses to give blessings. The same people who loathe them and are cunning.
I hope people don't misuse this honour they get when the Hijras, as they are referred to in India, visit their house. I hope they respect them and help them if they are in ardent need of it. To make them a part of the society and not ostracize them.
Not to forget the ancient belief, that their 'dua' (blessing) is always heard.
Universe One song Made from light,music,dark,visuals,touch and manymore unknown speeches Which define it within a log circle All are different dimensions Nor up nor below but have equal importance to make this sphere Collection of maximum number of history Alters into spiritual levels Its an art of balancing or playing patterns conciously Living in harmony Not going against its flow i.e. damaging its counterparts So realms of different matters aren't multiverse? I am whole not less nor more Yes i have many lives in that version But all are within me My all choices are not visible Then what do say to synchronicity? Isn't its parallel vision? comes to teach or hold your hands Showing which part is in sync or toxic To change the tuning of rythm Come in the correct frequency Time don't exist overall Tis a stone given to shape into sculptures I exist in universe like fishes in water but source and blueprint is same to survive In or out decides happy or gloom;in equality Like a puzzle of a piece,mosaic in art
Whether its past life or any other You are you everywhere,this should not change
Thinking the concept of parallel lives Are they same soul fragments in other universes? If i am the only one then why thousands of me? Then i dropped the thought Whatever is the pattern of life but i have to focus on elevating mine dear fragment
I wonder,if sleep is nothing but one mm shift of roots away from the heart( mm distance) Body drowns in a faint sleep to heal that wound It doesn't ache so said as sleep but if aches known as heartbreak cause the gap doesn't fills and void keep on increasing More intense situation is absence of light so called term dark like months of night in a year as in norway What about to sleep in childs pose? In this postures spinal chord becomes straight
Vibrations of my own voice gives the clarity(mind) To guide the pathway towards heart May ears listen yours voice not others to drive this life.
Wrong things don't let light in Right things don't let dark in Control the sensory harmones Life is too vast to loose soul there