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Aazaadiyan – Udaan

freedom has a price.

Nazm Nazm -Bareilly Ki Barfi

confession.

must i write.

should i write my hardest truths,

the closest to kissing a girl, the convenient i had gotten, — is kissing her on the forehead.

this was how i felt for her,

this was how i loved her.

she will always remain, one of my many, beautiful days of yore.

 

As O’Donohue rightly argues –

❝There is a lovely disarray that comes with attraction. When you find yourself deeply attracted to someone, you gradually begin to lose your grip on the frames that order your life. Indeed, much of your life becomes blurred as that countenance comes into clearer focus. A relentless magnet draws all your thoughts towards it. Wherever you are, you find yourself thinking about the one who has become the horizon of your longing. When you are together, time becomes unmercifully swift. It always ends too soon. No sooner have you parted than you are already imagining your next meeting, counting the hours. The magnetic draw of that presence renders you delightfully helpless. A stranger you never knew until recently has invaded your mind; every fibre of your being longs to be closer.

 

 – thanks pm –

Whispering – Joseph and Maia (7 Layers)

reflection.

today, my body is wrecked,

they told she is giving up on me,

told, soon enough she’s going to collapse, done and dusted.

only now i realize how stupid i was to have sold myself to naysayers, to have taken everything for granted, to have ignored…

ignored the subtle, palpable beauty of my young life, born with me, forever within me, all along.

Ostaseski writes:

❝Dying is inevitable and intimate. I have seen ordinary people at the end of their lives develop profound insights and engage in a powerful process of transformation that helped them to emerge as someone larger, more expansive, and much more real than the small, separate selves they had previously taken themselves to be. This is not a fairy-tale happy ending that contradicts the suffering that came before, but rather a transcendence of tragedy…. I have witnessed a heart-opening occurring in not only people near death, but also their caregivers. They found a depth of love within themselves that they didn’t know they had access to. They discovered a profound trust in the universe and the reliable goodness of humanity that never abandoned them, regardless of the suffering they encountered. If that possibility exists at the time of dying, it exists here and now.

You Found Me First – Jake Etheridge

she is the world I would never think of stepping my foot on, let alone conquer,

she is wild, she is serene,

she is broken, she is strong,

incredibly too close, but extremely far,

she is free, she is where I live.

Fat – Smako & Thyse

tonight and forever… the stars

demand your attention.

Here With Me – Susie Suh, Robot Koch

you are light, flying, the stars of the night.

you are heavy, sinking, marred with blood, sweat and tears, broken.

either one of the two.

you want to go back to your home. And be.

you want to return to your family. And be.

the home where you’ll always belong.

the only family you’ll ever have.

Afreen Afreen – Rahat Fateh Ali Khan & Momina Mustehsan

Dream — every time I look at her, she reminds me of my dreams.

Hard work — an only dependable quantum, the soul, the fire, the story of  my loyal friendship.

She is right, there’s no dream without hard work.

❝

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

~ Stephen King

Autumn’s Song – Stephen Day

I am everything you are and an extra little bit me.

I am everything you have been and an extra little bit broken me.

Alive – Andrew & Veda

Requests.

Please endure the obvious oblivion?

Please understand that everyone has a story; it is important that you show respect to this deliberate, delicate   sonder.  

Questions.

Why do you have to be so sure about everything in life — unnecessarily stiffed, fixedly jelled into some kind of made-up beliefs, ideas and opinions?

Why don’t embrace the fragility, the unknown,… this abstract life?

Why don’t choose to live free to living inside the box?

Why is it so hard for you to accept the blessings of your existence and the others around you, alongside the insecurities that flourishes between you two.

Why don’t you just collide with plentiful human lives and ever-smile at the uncertainty of their bitter, sweet impact?

Why don’t live like children, always curious despite abominable affairs, gracefully sad but eventually un-sad, given the circumstances that things didn’t work out as fine, as expected?

 

In the words of Martha NUSSBAUM:

“The condition of being good is that it should always be possible for you to be morally destroyed by something you couldn’t prevent. To be a good human being is to have a kind of openness to the world, an ability to trust uncertain things beyond your own control, that can lead you to be shattered in very extreme circumstances for which you were not to blame. That says something very important about the human condition of the ethical life: that it is based on a trust in the uncertain and on a willingness to be exposed; it’s based on being more like a plant than like a jewel, something rather fragile, but whose very particular beauty is inseparable from its fragility.”

 

Life is but series of  awaiting events. Few under control. Many, out of control. Always ask of the difference and play wise, play safe.