Dena lena poora karke
Azaadi sa kuch chahti hu main
Sukh aur dukh ki baat bhula ke
Khud poori hona chahti hu main
Jo hua wo hona hi tha
Ro ke kya hone wala hai
Jo tha kabhi nahi mera
Wo kase khone wala hai
Jeevan ke is khel main
Kuch is tarah se haar gai hu
Banti thi kitni bahadur
Par kyun itna ghabra gai hu main
Love,
But be ready for hearts to be broken.
Dream,
But be ready for hopes to be shattered.
Wish,
But be ready for desires to be unfulfilled.
Give ,
But be ready to be left empty-handed.
Care,
But be ready to be alone.
Hope,
But be ready to feel rejection.
Embrace,
But be ready to be abandoned.
Hold,
But be ready to let go.
Accept
And be ready to know more!
उस साल मेरे आंगन की घास भी रोई होगी
ना जाने वो ऐसा क्या क्या खोई होगी
जब थी नहीं मैं हो के भी उसके पास
हाथ से छूट गई होगी फिर हरे होने की आस
वो कहते हैं सब झूठ, कि वक्त बदलता जरूर है
समझना है मुश्किल, इसमें किसका क्या कसूर है
बगिया देख के बस इतना ही चाहूंगी हर बार
धरती क्या चाहे , उसका बारिश सा प्यार
The most iconic love affair that happened between Jelaluddin Rumi and Shams of Tabriz. Rumi was a poet, a muslim scholar and a sufi mystic. At age 37, he was a popular teacher in Konya, Turkey.
Little did he know that the overflowing love inside him will be shaken and stirred by his special person - Shams who was much older than him.
Rumi was Shams' mission. He was the companion that Shams longed to meet; the companion who he can share his wisdom and knowledge with. Whereas, Rumi was delighted in finding light in Shams as a his spiritual friend and growth companion.
Rumi saw his whole world together when he spent time with Shams and both of them got fond of each other by just spending time with each other. Because Shams was much older than him, they found the foundation of connection in a mentor mentee, teacher-disciple relationship.
The fondness was based on pure love and joy, the time became irrelevant when Rumi was with Shams.
The love between Shams and Rumi was beyond gender, beyond age ,beyond physicalities and beyond any definition. In my eyes, it was the spiritual love that can be only felt in present moment. However, such intense things are always meant for bigger things.
Rumi was passionately involved while Shams was purposefully involved in the relationship. Shams brought Rumi's awakening achieving the desired outcome of their Soul's contract.
In one story, during an incident Rumi suggested that the knowledge contained in the books could not be understood by someone who was as unlearned as Shams. To which, he threw Rumi's books into the pool that he was reading to seek knowledge from that ultimately helped Rumi understand that the knowledge he was really seeking was not found in those books. Shams prepared Rumi that, time has come to gain the cognizance of God. After this, the company of Shams put Rumi on a journey to grasp the mysteries of earth and heavens through spiritual illumination.
It has been mentioned in some biographies, that Shams of Tabrizi mysteriously disappeared. Some say that Shams was killed by close followers of Rumi who were jealous of the close relationship between Rumi and Shams. We can only imagine what happened to Rumi after that. Since Shams left Rumi in a mystery...
His disappearance left Rumi grieving and heartbroken. The anguish, pain and longing was so much for him that caused him be whirl around a pole in his front yard in misery. This seems to have begun Whirling Dervish. They wrote: 'Separation made the sheykh lose his wits; he became drunk, not with wine, but with light, and in this state he began to dance. '
The movements of the dervishes represent Rumi's mystical journey of his soul towards union with God and find solace. He whirled and poetry started to flow.
We will have a perfect story time
When the time is divine
In our most purest form
When the highest version of ourselves could meet
With the self that can hear every single heartbeat
With the light inside that is free from ego
The ego that this is trapped in this body
The body that will have no meaning then
The meaning that lives deep inside
The depth within us that we long to understand
Maybe we'll have time to read all the chapters
And discover each other all over again
All that we had to learn
And all those events tied in a chain
It will all make sense with no pain
The moments I felt
Magic in my soul
Time stood still
Not enough logic
More than one lifetime's worth of love
Even though it’s not fair
But still forever grateful
For this life’s encounters
And for the next to pursue
To find and to be found again
The one face that she shows the world.
The smiling one.
The happy, friendly, and talkative one.
The confident one full of laughter and positivity.
The face that everyone is used to.
The other face is different and real.
The one she can only have on with him.
The face behind the closed doors when no one can see.
The one when she's alone away from the world.
The real one when she doesn’t have to explain her own emotions.
The face that stares off at nothing or patterns on the floor or drapes.
The face that cries in the shower, in bed, car rides alone, cries sitting on the couch, or doing things around for house.
The face that looks nothing like she used to be.
Others say she looks the same.
The face that looks strong to the people she knows but cant cope with life.
So she writes to help herself with her two faces.
The secret to receive is to give
The secret to find answers is to ask questions
The secret to having a friend is being a friend
The secret to get honesty is to give transparency
The secret to being interesting is to be interested
The secret to have others find beauty in you is to find beauty in others
The secret to heal is to accept the hurt
This is not a secret but it’s a reminder. Sometimes we forget what goes around comes around ❤️
ki main jahan hu
dekh sakti hu
ki kitni duur aa gayi hu main !
ye hi wo zariya hai
jo jod deta hai mujhe
Kuch yaadon ke sath !!
ek ek shabd ko bhigo kar
apne andar ke har ek ehsaas ko
likh deti hu !!
Inhi shabdo ke sahare
keh pati hu bahut kuch
paati hu khud ko har roz !!
Inhi shabdo ke sahare
hoti hu shuru
hoti hu khatam !
We can be sad that the things have changed
Or we can smile because we shared a life
We can close our eyes and forget all we can
Or we can open our eyes and smile at what is left
We can feel empty because we cant be
Or we can be full of memories that were made
We can worry about tomorrow or live in yesterday
Or we can be happy today because of the past day
Either way the choice is not easy ❤️
Time is lost and something that was cozy!
For a long time I thought ...
Strength meant pretending to be fine
Never let them know how the “real” feels
Filter every line
To show just the parts of ourselves that are pleasing to the eyes
Suffer in silence
Never air your dirty laundry
Do not show the vulnerability
Never show your hurt
Don’t share your pain
Careful lies
Happy pretences
Controlled silences
Leading to ...
Swallowing up your whole self
Avoiding the hard truths
Lack of courage
Until...
We finally learn to show up for ourselves
Be the people that we want to be
Instead of a version of ourselves, that the world wants to see
So ...
we break the sacred silences
Until none of the pretty façades remain
And that is when we'll find ourselves
On the other side of pain
Love isn't a conscious choice; it's a feeling that arises from the depths of our being. Your soul selects who you love, and your heart confirms it.
Despite our desire for control, love operates beyond our rational decisions.
It's a force that transcends logic, guided by the innate wisdom of our souls. In the matters of love, our hearts and souls align, recognizing what is genuine and true. We may try to resist or deny it, but ultimately, love reveals itself as an undeniable reality, reminding us of the profound mysteries of the human experience.
Love isn't planned. It's stumbling upon someone, feeling an instant connection, and sharing a friendship that goes beyond understanding. The most beautiful love is the one you never saw coming a delightful surprise gifted by fate. It's not about crossing fingers and hoping; it's about those magical moments where two hearts click effortlessly.
Unexpected, raw, and beautifully unplanned, true love is a journey that starts with an instant connection and grows into something way beyond what words can capture. Embrace the unexpected, for it often leads to the most profound and fulfilling life.
And maybe it will teach you something that you didn’t know you were suppose to learn.
Until you tell me who you are
Until I tell you who I am
Until we can be honest
Until we discuss our demons
Until we say what we truly want
Until we recognize what we lack
Until we stop being afraid of where we are
Until we break it open
Until we accept the flaws
Until the lesson is learnt
Until it all makes sense...💔💔💔💔💔
True intimacy is possible through vulnerability, which means being honest about who I am. Nobody likes to get influenced by someone else's opinions & behaviour. But a sensitive and open heart can feel through the facade & those empty things don’t interest an open heart. We look for truth in others. Authenticity & vulnerability can be wildly sexy because they are acts of openly offering ourselves In truth. If I honour & share my Real, you feel comfortable to honour & share your Real. The purpose of a connection is nothing but to share the completeness and incompleteness.
क्या दुख है समुंदर तो बता भी नहीं सकता
अंजानो से लगते हो, तो ये दिल लगा भी नहीं सकता
डूबती है कश्ती जब डूब जानी होती है
पानी अन्दर हो या बाहर कोई बचा नहीं सकता
तू नहीं है यहाँ तो ख़ता इस में तेरी क्या
हर शख़्स मेरा साथ निभा भी नहीं सकता
तेरी हर एक बात को किताब की तरह पढ़ा है
एक भी पन्ने को किसी तरह भुलाया जा नहीं सकता
वैसे तो तेरी आँखें बहा कर ले जाए मुझे
ऐसे तो कोई तूफ़ान मुझे हिला भी नहीं सकता
As time goes by,
You will loosen your grip on that rock,
The one you always thought was your home.
As times goes by,
You will learn to see yourself more clearly,
You are everything you needed to be.
As time goes by,
You will remember that simple things were big
And you will allow the big things to become simple.
As time goes by,
You will remember the moments when your life flashes past
The long chats, those hugs and even those tears were nothing but joy.
As time goes by,
Let it all happen !
You're afraid of making bad choices but the truth is this: the tiniest actions will influence the course of the rest of your life and you cannot control it.
So many factors play a part in you being here today: a prompt no, a thoughtful yes, a delayed decision, procrastination by choice, any response, no reaction, no efforts at the right time, a delayed booking, the time your body wakes you up and every thought that crosses your mind.
There is an order in this chaos. Sensitivity. Mathematics. Whatever you want to call it.
And every choice you have ever made has led you to right this moment.
While you exist, every movement and moment matters; those bad choices led you to the best days of your life, if you were to play it all in rewind. So let them go.
Change will come, even if you're standing still.
Butterflies will keep flapping their wings and causing hurricanes. So, make your choices and make them loud.
Trust your gut. Trust energy.
And if you ceased to exist, the universe would notice. The mess that would make. The hearts that would break.
So just stay. Stay for bad choices. Stay for great ones. Stay.
Let it be. Let it build. Let it fall apart.
There is a sacredness in tears
They are not a sign of weakness
They are powerful feelings
They speak so truthfully
They carry words worth of thousand tongues
They are messengers of overwhelming grief
They are the symbol of unspeakable love
They are the purest emotions of happiness, sadness, longing and loneliness !
Trust them !
Little things I miss in Jan
Deepest affection for intellectual conversations
Sweetest cravings to just sit and talk
About love, about life, about anything, about everything
For us to have all the time in the world to look into eyes
To sit together and discuss the moon
Moments that last with lifetime worth of memories
Bound by no obligations, barred by no limitations
To express without regret, to fear no consequences
Share life for hours and discovering our true self
