ये मन ही तो है- शीतल भी, उग्र भी, कभी शाँत, कभी चँचल, ठहराव लिए कभी, कभी गतिशील भी, कभी उदासीन, कभी उल्हास पूर्ण, कुछ वक़्त छिपा हुआ, अपने ही ख्यालों में, ढूंढ़ता हुआ उत्तर, अनकहे सवालों के, तिमिर में शोध करता हुआ- अस्तित्व की, व्यक्तित्व की, सत्य की, मिथ्या की, प्रत्यक्ष की, परोक्ष की, हर भाव की, भावहीनता की, शून्यता का आभास, करते हुए | फिर धीरे धीरे, उभरने के लिए, एक नूतन प्रकाश लिए, हर सवाल के उत्तर के साथ, पूर्णता को उजागर करते हुए | मगर ये मन काल चक्र से बद्ध है वो यूँही चरणों में जिएगा, शून्य से पूर्ण तक, पूर्ण से फिर शून्य तक, हर चरण में एक छवि लिए, इंदुकला की तरह |
The darkest times, Long for light, And so breaks open, The seed of hope, And sprouts from it, A light so powerful, Witnessing finally- “That golden moment.”
A lack, a loss, A pain, a suffering, A broken dream, An unfulfilled desire, A longing of eons, A want of ages, All make us feel, Life is over. But the truth is, A lack makes space, For something else, To fill in. A loss gives a chance, To gain wisdom. A pain makes one accept, That life is not all roses, Some thorns are needed, To make the journey worthwhile. The suffering is a stage, Which transforms one, To unveil the light, Of the inner self. A broken dream, Inspires to dream again. An unfullied desire, Keeps the fire alive, To keep going and achieving. A longing of eons, Makes one realise, The value of a moment. A want of ages, Makes one understand, The fleeting nature of things. And one comes to a conclusion, Behind this lack, Behind this loss, Behind this pain, Behind this suffering, Behind this broken dream, Behind this unfufilled desire, Behind this longing of eons, Behind this want of ages, Something still remains.
The dark existence, And its stark persistence, The obnoxious energy, And its hollow synergy, The scathing vice, And its perturbing caprice, The impinging attack, And its stinging flak, The cunning thought, And its smelly rot, The evil intention, And its pertinent tension, The sly comments, And their unpalatable condiments, The foxy acts, And their illusionary facts, The sucking compulsions, And their draining repulsions, The erratic statements, And their puzzled placements, The gloomy narratives And their dimming imperatives, The deliberate scorn, And its prickly thorn, The noisy tirade, And its defeaning charade, The unrealistic expectations, And their disappointing manifestations, The paltry assistance And its pompous subsistence. Even within all this, The light still shines, And the fragrance still spreads, The vibrance still stays, And the exuberance still sprouts. Even in this barrenness, In this parched and deficient terrain, Devoid of warmth and love, Filled with weeds of hatred and ego, The scantiness of inspiration, And the emptiness of positivity, The goodness still thrives, The beauty still lives.
When nature paints- Orange and black 🧡🖤 Sunsets like these are beyond romanticism. They are a reminder that life is beautiful in every hue. This darkness makes the inner light shine brighter. A light that might have went unnoticed in daylight gets recognition in the dark. Neve fear the dark. Never run away from it. Face it with courage. And see how yourself glow like a firefly.