I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun’s kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty-to God.
– Khalil Gibran
Jaane kya soch kar maine upar ki yeh panktiyan adhuri chhod di!
Subah jaaga un kayee khwabon ke saath jo ab yaad nahi
Maa ke saath kal ki bachi huee hasee
Aur kal ka na khaya hua nashta bhi
Bahar sadak naampte hue do log
Kuchh anchaha bechne wale
Muft mein bantta paani bhi
Ek aakhri aarzoo kari, toh ashq tapka
Maano aankh ki raah dil se aaya ho koi
Ek adhjali ladki beech raah
Saath le aai apna poora parivar
Aur ilaaj ke kuchh paise bhi
Madad karte log aur
andekha karne waale bhi
Balle se chot khayi ek gend
Meri aur daudti aayi si
Taash ki ik baazi
Haari hui si
Adh baitha adh leta likhta koi
Intezaar karta din poora hone ka
Doston se milne ko dil chahha toh maine milne ko ek jagah aur samay taey kar liya.
Waqt se pehle aakar baitha hoon us jagah par aur unke na aane ki ummeed kar raha hoon.
“Some sort of pressure must exist; the artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world.”
Grass grows by itself
Kyun khud ko bech raha hai re?
Aur kuchh hai hi nahi bechne ko.
Kyun bech raha hai?
Aur Kuchh aata hi nahi karne ko.
Kyun kar raha hai?
Aur kuchh hai hi nahi na-karne ko.
Kyun tu hai re?
Yahi jan-ne ko.
Why do you sell yourself?
There is nothing else to sell.
Why do you sell?
There is nothing else that I can do.
Why do you do?
There is nothing to not do.
Why do you exist?
To know this.
We all dance
We smile looking at each other
And we dance
We have different joys
But we dance
You think about something
And I think of something else
Yet we dance
We are ecstatic
The world is happy
And what do we do?
We all dance
The world dances
The words are dancing
Listen to the silence hereafter
नशे में कहाँ कभी वो नशा था ।
ये तोह होश था जिसने मुझे ख़ुद से मिलाया ॥
Nashe mein kahan kabhi woh nasha tha ,
Yeh toh hosh tha jisne mujhe khud se milaya
I am a candle. I burned at the feast.
Gather my wax when morning arrives
so that this page will remind you
how to be proud and how to weep,
how to give away the last third
of happiness, and how to die with ease—
and beneath a temporary roof
to burn posthumously, like a word.