क्या सोच कर तुने हमे ज़मी पर भेजा! उसी आसमां से देखा तुने जब लोगों ने हमे ज़मी से फेका। उफ् ना की किसी ने तेरे फैसले पर फिर भी तू ना जाने किस नशे मे चूर है! हम ज़मी पर बेचैन है और तू ना जाने कहा मगरूर है!
किस्मत ही खुदा तेरा हौसला ही इबादत जो हो कबूल तो छलके नदियाँ ना हो तो, भरदे नैना फिर भी, तू टूटता नही रुकता नही। फिर फिर किस्मत आजमाता हे, हौसलो को ढाल बना खुदा से लड़ जाता हे कम जरुरत मे ज्यादा तू ऐसे जी जाता हे। चिंता की शिकन को मुस्कराहट से, और तू खुद को घबराहट से चीर जाता हे। तुझे ऐसे लड़ते देख, मेरा यूँ कहने को जी करता हे;
तू जरुर किस्मत के फैसले से तंग हो पर तेरे हौंसलो से किस्मत भी दंग हे।
Gustakhi humne kari ya unhone, maloom nahi Chahat unhone kari ya humne, yah bi maloom nahi Par saja dono ko mili Ishq ka suroor tha ki imtehaan lete hi chala Hum hi bebas ek lafz na kah paye Akhir me kaha bhi to kya: Dil me 'ha' aur zubaan par 'na' Hadd to tab ho gai jab hum unhe Gile shikawe gina kar zakhm kuredane lage Yu laga jese hum kataar se khud hi ka dil cheerne lge Fir bhi wo pass ane ki koshish karte rahe Aur hum unhe pass bula fir fir milo dur bhejte rahe
Ab dil-e-dard bant rahe he duniya se is tarah Ki alfaaz peero rahe he kagaz par jis tarah Kagaz ne di jagah mere ilm ko mitane ki Khash ye mera ishq bhi mita pata Khash, shyahii ko gira me kagaz ko bata pati Pyar he ussase khash me ye usse kah pati
When i was in 3rd stnd, i used to imagine every heared letter, number in absurd way. Kind of crumbling thoughts were their in my mind everytime. Those days....i was considering numbers to be like humans. I thought every number possess different quality or character. For example... no 1 to be more serene, like a snow covered landscape yet simple. No 2 to be smart one...like middle sibling of urs if u are 3 siblings...its more crucked, never simple..but help others to get simplify. No.3 is like enemy to me...becoz its an odd no..bt i gave him remarks of less of evilness. (More evil no yet to come) No.4 is kind but popular...those days i used to consider tht popularity is directly proportional to wickedness but 4 is only no who had both things...big achievements no 4 No.5 is pure evil with fool mind No.6...yes here comes my favourite character.....like dobby in harry potter. Innocent, soft, obedient but slave of no 4 and no 8 No. 7 is villain of story....but we know...villain look hot No.8 is master planner.....evey move is decided by him....but he is on pandava's side(The Mahabharat) No.9 is dad of villain.....evil character with evil thoughts...seems like full of darkness♠️ No.10 most sensible member of the family..but remember...people ignores advice of this member always..nd thn gets into trouble.
So this was the rail of thoughts flooding my mind in school going age....now i think it......i cll myself a psychic girl. But still....if we think cautiously....this story reflects my struggling efforts for the subject "MATHS". why im saying this..is becoz every no. i found difficult to deal with ..i cll tht to be wicked..nd other as smooth. This analysis also gave me my dominance over brain....according to human medical science.....people who are gud with recreational activity but lack genius mind are found to have right hemisphere dominance in their brain. So tht means im nt a genius + i hve colourful bezare imagination which makes me feel more alive (despite of ppl calling us psychic) ...this story we can also relate to movie; TARE ZAMEEN PAR...
*I here use the words Gods because here I mean to say people who consider themselves as God and who are rich and egoistic due to that. God is only one, writing Gods isn't correct. For celestials other than ShrimanNarayana, they are called Devi- Devatas.
I am tired of my foolish mind and desires. If someone could gift me the taste of ShriVishnu's Lotus Feet then I will be an unpaid servant to him/her. (This is the role of an Acharya though one who joins us with His Lotus Feet is an Acharya and none else.)
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: To the original owner : A devotee's property, ShriRangaNatha's lotus feet on Devuthani Ekadashi.
My thoughful mother stores leftover coins in a tin box on the wooden kitchen shelf so that we never run out of money.
I wish she would have stored some leftover happiness too in an earthen piggy bank; the rare moments where we all laughed out loud like a family or the few days when we gulped dinner in peace , for me to smash it with a hammer on dark nights like these and rejoice! Because more than money we run out of happiness.