Conversations: भिन्न भिन्न (Fractions and Life)

वो बोला

तुझे चार चोथाई  ज़िन्दगी दी...

एक चोथाई उसे समझने में निकल दी...
एक चोथाई उसे सोचने में निकल दी...
एक चोथाई उसे खोने के डर में निकल दी...
एक चोथाई रोने में निकल दी...
क्या गलती क्या हुई मुझसे ऐ मानव...
जो मैंने तुझे ये ज़िन्दगी दे डाली ?

में बोला
ऐ शेन्शाह-ए-रुस्तम...
खुद को दोष न दे...
यह कमाल तेरी चार चोथाई ज़िन्दगी का नहीं..
मेरे तीन तिहाई मस्तक का है...
एक तिहाई जो कल को समझ लेता है...
एक तिहाई जो आज को सोच लेता है...
और एक तिहाई जो कल को खोने के डर से रो लेता है...

वो बोला
ऐ कम्बक्थ मानव...
मस्तक में तेरी ज़िन्दगी नई...
ज़िन्दगी में तेरा मस्तक है...
जो कल था वो आज नहीं है...
जो आज है वो कल खो जायेगा...
तू धरा का धरा येह सोचता रह जायेगा
की ज़िन्दगी क्या है मेरे मालिक...
ज़िन्दगी खोना है...
की पाना है...

में बोला...
ज़िन्दग देना आसान है ऐ रुस्तम...
पर उसको पा के खोना...
और खो के पाना तू तब समझ पायेगा...
जब तू एक बार चार चोथाई ज़िन्दगी...
और तीन तिहाई मस्तक लेके इस ज़मीन पर आयेगा....

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Beauty, is it ?!

When you plant a flower, say a rose. Initially you are excited thinking of what would be the color, the smell, etc, etc. Gently rose comes and you are attracted to it. Suddenly as day passes, you realize fear of losing that pretty flower. You keep it inside your book, safely, in well preserved manner. Sometimes you open the book and enjoy its beauty. But you never think about it again. You find yourself one with the flower as if its inside you.

Similarly when you get to know someone, initially it starts with an excitement, then an attraction followed by fear of losing it. Gradually, as time passes, all their physical characteristics begin to disappear. The mental blocks simply go away. Slowly you start to connect. A state of togetherness appears. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. You don't need your eyes, nose or your body to feel it but only a heart inside. A state of singularity it is! That's the inside, when you really connect with a person, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant. You can clearly see what is inside. And feel the beauty. Because all lies inside is the beauty. And you achieve a state of oneness with beauty.

You become the beauty!








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A Mute Singer

There was a time when his voice was heard...
far away from great blue horizon...
where tangerine sun spreads and shines...
and heavenly moon glows with divine...
The songs which they used to listen...
lit them up enchanting with glisten... 

The songs of longing…
The songs of ecstasy...
The songs of living...
The songs of happiness…
The songs of winning…
The songs of kindness…
The songs of mercy...

He used to search for someone...
He used to roam for someone...
He used to sing for someone...
And one day…
He found that someone…

Now his songs became more lyrical...
The lyrics became more meaningful...
The meaning became more mystical...

Someone was there to listen...
Someone was there to discover new paths...
Someone was there to thread new trails...

His songs were different now...
His songs were pleasant now...
His songs were magical now...

But one day...
That someone told him...
Your songs...
I like your songs...
They might not like it...
I understand the words...
They might not take it...
I feel the rhythm...
They might not follow it...

With a pause...
He lost the charm...
He forgot the words...
He was out of melody...
He was out of life...

The longing was gone…
The ecstasy was gone...
The happiness was gone…
The victory was gone…
The kindness was gone…
The mercy was gone...
The life was gone...

He got lost...
far away into dark black horizon...
where tangerine sun used to spread and shine...
and heavenly moon glowed with divine...

And one fine day...
That Someone asked...
Where is that singer ?...
Where are the songs he used to sing ?...
Where is the melody ?...
Where are the words ?...

And a they told...
His melody is mute...
His lyrics are mute...
His voice is mute...
He is mute...
He lost his vivacity...
But he got his identity...

Now they call him...
A mute singer              




(dedicated to Steve Jobs - during the first time he left Apple. Read he: Jobs, someone: Apple, they: the Apple board)








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