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jinsay dil kay tumne sheehsay toray
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char dina da pyar oh raba
bari lambhi judaii
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panchi bichar gaye milnay say pehlay
panchi bichar gaye milnay say pehlay
uspai yeh sanwal aya
koi kook ni hook uthayi
hayee
lambhi judai
chra dinaun da pyar oh raba
bari lambhi judayi
lambi judayi
hontoun pai ayiii meri jaan doayiiii
hayeee
lambhi judai
char dinaun da pyaar oh raba
bari lambhi judai
lambhi judayi
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
What's in a day?
This day, today, could have been just another day without any memories or any specialness attached to it. Yet today is the birthday of so many people, the death day of so many people, the day people won a lottery, or lost a bet. Today is special to someone, and today is unique for someone.
Today somebody made someone very happy, somebody nearly got a ticket, and retail therapy didn't exactly work for somebody either. Somebody collapsed and cried like a baby on their room's floor, their cheek on their palm and the palm drenched in tears. Then they pulled themselves up, wiped the tears with a T-shirt and walked on like nothing happened, like no past wound was poked, like no pain awaits in the future.
There is a feeling known to most of us, that feeling when the heart literally sinks, pressing beneath the rib cage against the diaphragm. You can feel it sinking, and then you can feel it sinking internally, the romantic heart that which novelists and lovers speak of. Today was the day of hearts sinking. Of hearts getting saved, and then just floating unaware of their destinies.
Is there a sea of hearts where hearts keep floating on the surface, yearning in longing for their other half? Or is it half of a heart floating around looking for its other half? Creepy eh?
Anyway, today was just another day of the past. Forget it.
Today somebody made someone very happy, somebody nearly got a ticket, and retail therapy didn't exactly work for somebody either. Somebody collapsed and cried like a baby on their room's floor, their cheek on their palm and the palm drenched in tears. Then they pulled themselves up, wiped the tears with a T-shirt and walked on like nothing happened, like no past wound was poked, like no pain awaits in the future.
There is a feeling known to most of us, that feeling when the heart literally sinks, pressing beneath the rib cage against the diaphragm. You can feel it sinking, and then you can feel it sinking internally, the romantic heart that which novelists and lovers speak of. Today was the day of hearts sinking. Of hearts getting saved, and then just floating unaware of their destinies.
Is there a sea of hearts where hearts keep floating on the surface, yearning in longing for their other half? Or is it half of a heart floating around looking for its other half? Creepy eh?
Anyway, today was just another day of the past. Forget it.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Dried out
There was a time when my imagination went wild with ideas, stories, scenarios that I wished would happen in real life. Day in and day out I would close my eyes whenever I was free and visualize all sorts of crazy things from singing a song for my first crush, or walking in space, or swimming in the ocean. I imagined being Queen Nefertiti, owning a pyramid, golds and riches; imagined flying with an eagle. You get the picture. Hence the term, dried out, in terms of imagination.
Now I am old enough to shut that imagination factory and start living in the real world. Out of habit even now my mind wanders off to Lala Land, which for me resembled Switzerland with a calm, quiet hut and a stream flowing by at its door. See, here I go again. Yet my imagination lacks strength now, it exists like this kite that I let go off a while ago and I can see it but not capture it, not feel its string cutting sharp against my hand. I wish I could hold it, or if not then fly away with it but its gone now. I cannot pull it back, I can see it fluttering gleefully in the sky amongst clouds but as soon as a storm arrives it will dampen and fall to the ground.
In some ways it is good because I cannot imagine bad things now either. Well I can imagine them but not experience the same level of intensity or clarity in them.
Somebody once told me that the power of imagination sprinkled with meditation does wonders. I know it does only that I tend to call it prayer. I believe that when I pray and I believe and feel what I am praying for God Will Listen and Fulfill my prayer. In philosophy this might be attributed to the law of attraction, or telementation. I find it really enchanting that everything entangles amongst itself and in the end it all makes perfect sense, like a carefully crafted mosiac or web of grand ideas.
I guess God was an imaginator too, hence all this wonderful perfection. His imagination didn't dry out though. Maybe because He Believes in it. That gives me food for thought to imagine again, and this time believe in it more vehemently.
Now I am old enough to shut that imagination factory and start living in the real world. Out of habit even now my mind wanders off to Lala Land, which for me resembled Switzerland with a calm, quiet hut and a stream flowing by at its door. See, here I go again. Yet my imagination lacks strength now, it exists like this kite that I let go off a while ago and I can see it but not capture it, not feel its string cutting sharp against my hand. I wish I could hold it, or if not then fly away with it but its gone now. I cannot pull it back, I can see it fluttering gleefully in the sky amongst clouds but as soon as a storm arrives it will dampen and fall to the ground.
In some ways it is good because I cannot imagine bad things now either. Well I can imagine them but not experience the same level of intensity or clarity in them.
Somebody once told me that the power of imagination sprinkled with meditation does wonders. I know it does only that I tend to call it prayer. I believe that when I pray and I believe and feel what I am praying for God Will Listen and Fulfill my prayer. In philosophy this might be attributed to the law of attraction, or telementation. I find it really enchanting that everything entangles amongst itself and in the end it all makes perfect sense, like a carefully crafted mosiac or web of grand ideas.
I guess God was an imaginator too, hence all this wonderful perfection. His imagination didn't dry out though. Maybe because He Believes in it. That gives me food for thought to imagine again, and this time believe in it more vehemently.
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