Away from the chaos of the land, I reside in the chasm of my poems!
Over the years I have created my own world of imagination where my thoughts wallow luxuriously and with each day they grow more mature and I collect them all and string them together from my world of imagination onto the paper!
And every time I sit to write I feel it's just the Beginning: An Inception to a better writing.
Rolls down the roller coaster ,
Running down the life's castor
Plain and pale the sky is up,
Down the earth,is all the ruff!
It makes me smile,as i soar,
At the cliff,i stand to roar,
Soon,
My thoughts turn wide to high,
I dream to rise up and fly.
But no ,what happens next,
Pulls me back in a flex!
Where's all dream and the light,
that once shined so bright!
Soon,
The world is dark and shallow,
No depth and height to follow,
The dream to witness,aim to reach
Vaporizes the lessons to preach!
Where's the smile,the spark of life,
The ideas no more come to rise!
the tears then dwell in the den,
to fall across the largest fence!
Soon
In the midst of darkest hour,
Shines again a shimmering star!
Rolling up a mighty power,
the thoughts now walk too far!
Dreams begin to live again,
Ideas jump across the fence.
There is hope to smile and spark.
A will and energy to carve an arc.
With determination begins my day,
Until a pull drops me to say,
the roller coaster has caught me prey,
And again i fight back to say,
Where there is will there is way!
The thirst that chases the luxuries of world,
Looses its meaning to fetch the furl.
The thirst that starves to live a worthy life,
Breathes the freshness of the might,
The thirst that greed's to be an exploit,
Falls down beneath its plight.
The Thirst that rises to stand as help,
Carves a journey of another self.
The thirst that dreams of haughty power,
Walks away from the right hour.
The thirst that wakes up to be known,
By its patience and hard work is grown.
The thirst that runs behind money,
Never halts on the journey to be happy.
The thirst that walks with the family,
Is loved by the little or more money.
The thirst that is build to win by wrong,
Is the one that is blinded of all.
The thirst that thrives to conquer world,
Drives in self to know much more.
The thirst that dwells and lives in us,
Makes our life and defines us!
Before you walk to quench the thirst,
Know where you are heading first!
P.S: Thirst is not just water gulping down the throat but is a mirror of a lot of aspects.Water quenches the biological thirst but human thirst is quenched on different path that people choose without giving a thought if its filled with toxicity or purified from it.Greed,Power,Lust,Position can make an individual go on an extreme journey which once walked traps the person in war of self but on the other hand the other side of thirst lives and makes life worth living.It is very important to define our thirst and quench it before it rejuvenates another for that makes us grow in a positive way.
What do you do?Most common question we all come across,and we revert back saying I am.(Field of work) or I am attached to this organization as a ...And there is a range of work where we all fall in and place ourselves at a position while introducing ourselves.
But when i am questioned the same,i hold myself back saying i add life to years,Oh so are you a doctor?comes next..Well,yes i am the one who doesn't prescribe medicines but a dose of optimal and healthy living through my expertise of various techniques of intervention focusing on your functional gains.
Your Occupation is my area of work,and occupation refers to not just you being an employee but every role that you play and the work you are expected to perform in it.
Yes i am an occupational therapist who looks only at the abilities and carves out the best from you to make you independent and add quality to your life!
There is no room to loose hope ,if you are not functionally independent like before the advent of your illness,consult an Otist because he is all equipped with the solutions and will train you to stand by yourself and get back to life!
Areas of services range from pediatric to geriatrics,the child is not able to walk,lacking behind in school,not social,has learning disorder,is diagnosed with autism,Adhd,developmentally inappropriate to age or anything else-Knock on the door of Occupational therapist,we are here to help.
Seventy years granny is suffering from dementia,is at high risk of fall,is struggling to carry out her routine tasks,is diagnosed with any illness or has social disengagement-Come back to an Occupational therapist who are all available to help!
A kid hops around the house,breaking the glass not listening to anyone ,not completing is work or stays quiet,prefers to be away from social gathering,gets irritable,repeats words,or any such activity which seems to be away from the regular patterns of development,do not overlook,you have a professional to guide you.
Stroke or an head injury,Burns or a fracture,each condition that takes away your routine can be revived back by an occupational therapist.
Its a novel service that we Indians do not look at because our family culture is so loving that we keep a domestic help,do it by our self not knowing we are deteriorating patients condition and is proved by medical science research on the consequences of creating such kind of dependence and inactivity.Second scenario is such that patient and his family is unaware that after left side paralysis there is something that can be done,Be it the therapy or modifying the environment and the utilities or the the regular use objects in such a way that patient can be accommodated to function independently.
If you are aware of this service be of help to someone who needs it and you know, by simply putting in their ears and each of us can carve a path of independence.If the society strengthens its view on differently abled ,these people will make another army of strength because what they hold,you and i are no where near to them or their willpower.
Life is truly unpredictable and i have witnessed this by loosing a lot of closed ones in an uncertain way that the previous moment i have a conversation and the next one the person leaves for an abode!But the irony of nature is such we only think of future,we save for future, we plan for future when the present moment is in hand we are analyzing the next uncertain one.Today i am here,tomorrow i may not be and in this loop my dear future gets all the attention and the present is waiting for its turn.So that gives us a lesson to not put any unsaid feelings on the shoulder of next moment because the unresolved fight or an unsaid gratitude can die in smoke or bury down the ground at any time.This is one aspect where humans cannot achieve a control for Almighty is our creator and has arranged a plan and is best of planners(Quran 8:30).
When an atheist raises a doubt,i give back in simple words,In this world of lies and deceit there is an unusual power that keeps everything in order and that power is the Almighty who is worshiped in different forms and has different names but is ONE.
Well,4th Oct 2017,another un-forgetful date of my life when i lost someone
very close to my heart.She was a lady who lived a life of dedication
towards her responsibilities,the azadari ( religious rituals),and the
house.
My nani was a soft spoken person who spent her life eloping in the sheet of simplicity.My attachment to my grand parents especially my grand mothers( nani and dadi) has been an altogether different relation and them leaving the world created a vacuum in my life.A sense of emptiness that i feel within myself as if longing to hear that voice and any person who has lost a loved one can definitely relate to this.The crispy crossed lines carving a wrinkle on their face spoke volumes about all that life made them feel.Their depth and their prominence was filled with many experiences and umpteenth stories which i enjoyed listening to.They taught me a lot of values i carry everyday with me.Their love and all the corrections was a mirror of their selflessness and their pure heart.What i felt with them is something i cannot sum up together but it gives me immense grief to the fact that i lost my grandparents who were an example to the society and were most loved and respected and i am blessed to be born from their generation.
That 3 am call that i received to know my nani has got serious and the days restlessness spent in prayers is always going to live in my heart.All i begged to Almighty was 6 more months for Death is inevitable(Kullo Nafsin Zaiykatul Maut) and we had planned her stay with us for a few months and her tickets were ready but God had a different plan.When i told one of my friend my nani passed off,the reply i got was 'No,She is passed on'...and that gave me the patience.She was indeed invited to be passed on to a better world.Her desire to visit the holy land of karbala must have been fulfilled but a glitch of not being able to take her myself will always stay.Where ever she is ,I am sure must be in peace.
To conclude,i believe in living the present moment and prioritizing the quality time with loved ones because life is mystery.You never know how good is you skills yet you miss the yorker it throws.
Be patient for those who have been passed on and spend time with those who are around.
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to have faith on 'Allah' Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to believe on 'Wajhullah' Hussain (a.s ).inspires me...
to praise the vastness of Almighty! Hussain (a.s ).inspires me...
to be greatful to the Supreme!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to not bend down to any might! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me...
to rise and speak for the right.! .
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me...
to be firm of what i believe in! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me...
to help those who are in need!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me...
to respect every one! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me...
to stand for the right one!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me...
to be humble to others! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me...
to spread love around us!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me...
to spread peace around ! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me...
to not let him down!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to fill my heart with piety! Hussain (a.s ).inspires me...
to always show mercy!
Hussain (a.s ).inspires me...
to be kind even to the unkind! Hussain (a.s ).inspires me...
to be of help to the mankind!
Hussain (a.s ).inspires me...
to walk on the path of bravery! Hussain (a.s ).inspires me...
to fight back any slavery!
Hussain (a.s ).inspires me...
to be by the side of the weak! Hussain (a.s ).inspires me...
to bring out justice and speak!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to spread the deed of goodness! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to embrace the path of pureness!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to be calm and patient! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to deal with every situation!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to not be rude and arrogant! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to be polite and elegant!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to do 'shukr' for every blessing! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to be a person who is forgiving!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to know how family lives! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to know what it gives!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to know what friendship is! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
to know from Habib a.s and His!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
In every walk of Life! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
In carving my Life!
Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
At every moment,each day! Hussain (a.s ). inspires me..
"Shukr' Allah for this"is all i can say!
The juggling journey of life,makes us run through the chaos to fetch a place in midst of the race where every person is heading its life for that one window seat!
The medium of vehicle may be any,but the luxury of window stands alone!
What makes me love the window seat most...
By its side,i elope in my little world that embraces my thoughts like a mother lifting its child.I feel i am sitting by a marine shore and the waves with the soothing breeze are caressing my mind comforting it to pull out of the chaos running across it all the while.
I smile to the solitude and speak to the silence residing in the freshness of the moving trance.I watch out in space to run away from the dubious noise rising on the other side of the world.
The running objects left behind call me out to say let it go!And i loosen myself to surrender my chaos to the thrilled beauty where nothing stops!
The special note of the tranquility felt within is beyond description to the joy this window holds.It makes my journey a distance of blink and i travel miles across the land of my thoughts.I carve my comfort and priorities,i see the happy daffodils waving at me and the rising branches touching the sky calling me out to feel what zenith is!
For some moment,it gives me a life to rejoice in,it takes me away from the hustle and bustle around,it draws my smile to the unseen obvious thoughts i wander aimlessly in and feel like a kid running around in joy knowing not the reason but the moment.
The fresh breeze with the moving trance carrying my thoughts to elope in a sacred world of silence for a moment in the journey rejuvenates my soul and on getting down to my destination i am geared to struggle back in the channel of race with the others until i head for another seat on some other day!
A short film made by group of young enthusiasts,which has even got selected by the government of India in its short film festival!
What impressed me the most was the 'SOCH' of these youngsters!
About this film, It starts with an impactful music reflecting the diversity of the cultures in the society.Surely different people will have different views and opinion but there is one thing common 'Humans and humanity' which needs to be ignited.
A curious start to know whats running in the mind of a passionate youngster.
We have many like her living with an independent mind but the cultural attitude of mocking down and 'chalta hai' and 'why so serious ' is either carrying them away or leaving them on a cliff,but these are the ones who will make a difference!
Very well narrated description of the content and the way of utilizing this idea as a medium of drawing an important thought to the viewers!-Watch it to know what i mean to say!
Location and the sequencing:Choosing a routine and simple location gives a natural direction ,highlighting the fact that this is what happens around us when someone pops up a thought on social cause!There are people who hold the desire to bring the change and there are few who are the change.the exiting words of karishma is sure to carve a change in the thought and the attitude giving a push in the right direction.(Cant comment on how many take it with them )
Dialogues and the delivery:Words chosen were perfect but an argument needs a continuity and the camera focus should not be changing ,leaving an impression to the viewer to predict who shall be speaking next and the pause showing the learned script {in the argument part}
This can be improvised. :)
Digital:Good sequencing of the scenes with a strong message in the end.
P.S:They are the building blocks of India's future.Their every effort in making of the film is highly appreciated.You guys did a great job.
A lot of thoughts that are penned down across too many blogs has been perfectly summed up by you all in this film.
Best Wishes.May you all make many more and be the change always.
My Take on this..
I repeatedly quote in my posts "Are you silent because its not your story"
Today if we look at human rights violation,i would start up saying 'its slaughtered' by our very own people who sit on the throne of altruism.The sensitivity of human suffering is one sided to see what is shown ,to know what is known,and to speak what is spoken!
How many of us go beyond our comfort to find all sides of the matter and get back to comment on its ethical aspect,irrespective of being the single one standing against the crowd.
You do not have the right to give a blinded opinion if you have not put a single effort to know where the truth is kept hidden or dumped under the thrash of political and religious policies.
How many of us have an independent thinking to condemn any wrong,irrespective of with whom and where it is coming from!
The ignorant ones are trapped in the one sided blame game ,rest are busy to lead their way as it has nothing to do with their day,but there are people like Karishma (pls watch this short film to understand the character referred) who stop by and give it a thought.
Not one but millions of issue reside in our society and the reason is our silence!
Silence to the first raised voice from the next door, Silence to the first joke made on a homosexual, Silence to the first cutting chai served by a minor,Silence to the first bad eye of the office holder, Silence to the first hand raised for putting in black money,Silence to the first corrupt Slavery! Silence to the baba's and mullahs,Silence to the ignorant s gagas! Silence to the first political riot hitting,Silence to the first mob lynching! Silence to eighty four,Silence to ninety two Silence to two thousand two,Silence that only blooms!
Get up and think independently to speak wisely,give an opinion after you rationalize.
Don't wait to be a victim on the slate,
Speak before its too late!
Have you ever experienced deja vu? Visited a place and felt that you have been there before? Or a person who looked familiar in the first meeting? What happened next? Share the story.
In the chaos of the worldly affairs and its conflicts,there is a little world that grows within us ,the world that nurtures on the time spent with the closed ones,it thrives on our priorities and above all it is built on our dreams.!
The world inside lives to prove to the outside one that it is capable of moving mountains together.
But what holds you back in turning the wind.
I always think to myself how do people get on to top,money cant buy you everything and there is no replacement for hard work.Each of us have twenty four hours in hand ,some carve their passion to take it ahead while some rest their head on the pillow dreaming of their dreams.But how do they push their passion to the zenith.What is in them that moves them so far?What fuels their energy to ignite the spark that fires them to work and acheive.
Why is it not in me,not in us?Why procrastination sets its way and takes us away from ours.Why is our mind constantly wired in ideas but doesn't execute.Why do we wait for opportunity but incapable of creating one?
Above all,when is the right time to start?
The war inside kills the energy to go out and fetch our dream.
When life places bitter experiences,we either build ourselves or we drown.When there is a black sea and no light of shore,why do we shut our self to find our dreams dying of not breathing.Like we breathe our dreams too,and their oxygen is our motivation.But each day a number of passion is slaughtered and dreams die,because their oxygen is waived off,the supply isn't constant.The channelization of energy gets loose to loosen ourselves and we set our life in a routine and gradually time waits for none and the cycle of thoughts continues.
I don't know how people get there,and after reaching to their desired position,do they get a contented sleep.I don't know how their engine keeps running and what fuels it to run so far.But one thing i am very certain of is that they win the war inside everyday.
The war against procrastination.comfort and priorities.They choose a path so odd that not every one must be willing to travel on.
They are the ones who lead by an example and grow everyday.
I hope someday i reach near them,and win the war running within.I will fight,what about you?
He laid there in contempt on the plinth,
Resting on the floor of sand in the wind.
His only fault was he did not speak,
When goons chased him for who he is.
Away from home ,after a day's labor,
He contemplated in smile for his work.
Children will love this,his thoughts raced,
The new dress will glow my wife's face.
Today no fights,no sadness will prevail,
I have a special treat too in their way,
A happy dinner to end this beautiful day!
He planned his tomorrow and his month,
How he shall manage this huge sum.
Soon,
His serene thought was hit by a storm,
Bleeding with it, his happiness was gone.
No no,its not beef he pleaded to the mob,
But his scream was chopped with iron rod,
Pooled in the blood was his gifts and love,
Draining too far to fetch a shore across!
Alas, only silence shuddered in grief...
Lynched by mob was killed over beef!
Something which he never carried with him!
Soon,
Drains the media and the countless shares,
A few days later nobody comes to care!
Somewhere far off another man is lynched,
No time later this sets a trend and routine..
To which now falls deaf ear,far is justice!
And We,
We are quiet because its not our story,
The Incredible India is now growing,
To paint its house with innocent blood,
Selling its conscience to "sickulars"!
The last ritual pleaded of mercy,
On Humans and Humanity.
-SSW
P.S:The
poem is referred to one aspect of communism however i strongly condemn
any human being killed irrespective of religion,caste,creed.The
boundaries and the walls of hatred is lowest intellectual human form one
can fall to.Its sad to see so called reformers sailing in to such
beliefs.I hope a large number of people awaken to call of peace and
defeat such cowards,a dream of millions ,easy to type but difficult to
reach.Definitely not impossible!
Writing is a bliss ,its an escape,just like a musicians fingers lucidly move on the string to bring a melody,i think a writers thoughts also liberate on to the paper/keyboard,knowing no boundaries, blushing innocently holding each other to form a piece that stands very dear to the creator of it.
What is more beautiful than writing? for a poet/author ,i am very sure is ,stands his work closest.Reading ones words is a feeling beyond explanation.
Today i am on my blog after months of break.May be i was preoccupied with too many things,juggling through a turmoil of events.Although i could not write much ,but i rescued my thoughts by reading my own work.
Very often,i scroll through my write ups,stare at them,fall in love with each of the words and smile at it with the love that only a mother holds after caressing her little one.This may sound crazy and narcisstic, i dont know how many people share this feeling but it exist and i am sure it is normal.There is no pride but an affection,because when you write,your words are a part of you.
You need not excel in the creative arts,writing i personally believe should never be meant to compete with any one else rather compete with your own skills and improve it.Fabricated work is superficial ,what comes naturally is dearest.Feel it by your self,each of you can string your thoughts and mold it to form a beautiful palace,a collection of your thoughts.
So,as i was saying,with no pride i read my poems,smile crazily and wonder,has it come from me? When someone questions me 'which is your favorite one?'I am perplexed and it becomes a decision of life which i am never successful at,i cant differentiate among my kids.They all have a special remembrance and memory in my life. My each write up is dear to me,when i am lowest,i read my work than rescuing to another set of inspirational talks.My inspiration comes from my poems and articles as they are a reflection of my upbringing,my belief and everything i come in contact with everyday.Its mirror of what i am and will be learning.
So don't give a thought the next moment you low or full of optimism,just pick up a pen and scribble on your paper,let your thoughts breathe the freshness of your words.A while later ,read them all and tell me what you felt....
-SSW
A Great Man Dr. A P J Kalam states"Dreams is not what you see while asleep,Dream is that doesn't let you go to sleep !
A wise thought, definitely, the process of conquering your aspirations is not a journey of smooth ride.
How many of you have introspected yourself to know a little better than others ,than the ones who influence you in a miraculous way.
Are you a dreamer? If Yes,Are you lost in your merry world,building the bricks of gold,laying the foundation of your choice and running the town in unison with your comfort. If So,you need to get up and brush your thoughts and prepare your mind to welcome the dawn before it hits you with the sharp rays on your face.
Reality is far beyond our thoughts,The era of 21st century is rising with the falls in our quality of life.We are running to chase an end that is uncertain,making our lives complex bunch of an entangled set of wires that gets difficult to sort with each attempt.
What complicates our life? A brick of gold? or the foundation of our choice?And when we cant run the town in unison with our comfort...What happens, we loose ourselves!Fade our life in the world that will never exist and then find an alternate way of exit...That's not your dream.
I have seen people put in efforts,I have seen people fall to get up,rise and fall again just to rise once more,
I know of the castles formed of sweat,countless efforts and sleepless night
I have seen the face of success smiling amidst lost battles ...I have seen dream in all of their eyes..I have seen them grow and rise!
So,What do they all say, they all have different words but one thought- "Your dream lies in your insight,in your knowledge of self"!
Know your self,Know your potential, You have much more than you know. Explore and discover your skills,Lay your foundation on it.Pick up the hardest brick and place it atop,Walk a mile to get it ,let not your comfort run the town but your instinct,your hard work and above all your patience.Embrace and respect failure,as its an opportunity to refine your skill.
Move,Trot,Crawl just keep heading,do not stop ,if need arises change your direction but never take a U turn.
Don't leave any stone un-turned you never know which one has a pearl hidden.
Gaze beyond your closed eyes and write each moment in your heart ,Success is not measured in wealth and name,it is not carved by merely reaching a cliff but conquering the base.
Success is giving justice to your self and your life.
Live each moment,Smile a wide,Stay Happy and Keep Moving.
Life is beautiful!
Life is about finding your own path to unleash the hidden wishes and conquer the same.In this race of immediate and delayed gratification,we tend to loose on our real selves.We tend to drift in to our dream land where we carve our life as a golden triumph.But when reality strikes us back we know its not bed of roses.So,moving towards a more hypothetical situation,What if we had an "Alladin lamp" that presented a blue bubbled smiling figure,more popularly known as Genie saying:Kya hukm hai mere aaka"
Vohhh..So what if we had our own genie, to grant our wish, what would it be.
The rat race in climbing the next rung of ladder would be a pleasant ride and life a beautiful garden! And what about us,a piece of potato lying amidst a garden!What if after certain period of time we get boiled through all the comfort and luxuries, eventually one day mashed to no existence!
Life makes you as weak as a boiled potato that looses its consistency once taken away from the test it puts you in.Too much comfort would melt you like wax but a hard blow makes you grow stronger with each hit until you stand firm as mountain in the storm.
So rather than cribbing of all the downfalls one should learn to rise,live each moment to create a history,a memory,a lesson.
Rise,fall,Rise again and Move-This is all life is about.And how you live this cycle defines the quality of it.
I would quench my thirst by reaching to water than getting it served in with aa platter!
The mystery of life deciphers it's code,
When you look beyond the Mirage it holds.
The strength in her looked elsewhere,
Waiting to live, out of herself.
She moved with pride to follow her shadow,
Because life is a reflection of one's gallows!
Standing by the shore when i look afar,
My gaze strings with the rhythm of war,
Stuck by the joy and sorrow of time,
It grows fonder like an old wine!
Mistful,haughty,roaring waves,
Rise from beneath to find a way!
Swiftly moving with the breeze,
Dancing to the reverence of peace.
They know the secret in them,they hold,
Whispering it around,quietly they unfold,
The Mystery of ocean blue and its bed,
With blanket green laid on white carpet,
They narrate the seen and the unseen,
To feel by self what lies in green!
With the gurgling waves i travel beneath,
Calm and serene i find the stream!
Soon,A tide rises and gallops down,
Finds a way without a frown,
It tells me,There is a chaos within,
But the sight of shore makes me win!
