Nothing looks interesting .. not even being alone

Nothing seems to be interesting right now. nothing helps to take away my attention..

कोई सागर दिल को बहलाता नहीं।
बेखुदी में भी करार आता नहीं।

मैं कोई पत्थर नहीं, इन्सान हूँ,
कैसे कह दूं गम से घबराता नहीं,

Dont know when ...... maybe some more time...

It is getting darker. I do not see light.

बड़ी सूनी सूनी है,
जिन्दगी ये जिन्दगी,

मैं खुद से हूँ यहाँ,
अजनबी, अजनबी।

Why do I feel so alone, I have no reason to feel so.

No reason

No reason

Yet .... lonely.

जाने क्यों।

La persistencia de la memoria - The Persistence of Memory

The Persistence of Memory is the famous 'melting clocks' painting by Salvador Dalí, It was completed in 1931 and is one of his best surrealistic works.

When I see it, it makes me feel even more relavant today.

Look at the way the time melts and droops ...

Another of Dali's work that I have liked is 'The person in the Window'. Today I was reminded of this paintiing when I heard a mention of watching out of a balcony, on a lone, peaceful, personally owned day.

This painting is .. amazing... spellbinding....

I am leaving this post half way.... as thoughts feel choked... Just watching.

Infinite Happiness - अनंत सुख

Another night, another ghazal. Tonight, it is the voice of Begum Akhtar singing the soulful ghazal of Sudarshan Faaqir - Rone Na Diya. A classic in all aspects, Faaqir has penned the restlessness of those why cannot show out a tear. Those who cannot cry.

Many of us, so many times, feel like leting a tear down, letting the cry come out of the dry throat - but -- no. Not done.

इश्क मैं गैरत-ए-जज्बात ने रोने ना दिया।
वरना क्या बात थी, किस बात ने रोने ना दिया।

The hounour of the emotion did not let me cry; or what else could it have been that did not let me cry out. What stops me to shout out? Nothing - just the hounour of an emotion. What else - nothing.

आप कहते थे रोने से ना बदलेगें नसीब,
उम्र भार आपकी इस बात ने रोने ना दिया।


रोने वालों से कहो, उनका भी रोना रो लें,
जिन को मजबूरी-ए-हालात ने रोने ना दिया।

तुझ से मिल कर हमे रोना था, बोहत रोना था,
तंगी-ए-वक़्त-ए-हालात ने रोने ना दिया।

एक दो रोज़ का रोना हो तो रो लें - 'फाकिर',
हम को हर रोज़ कि सदामात ने रोने ना दिया।


--

Recalling another line.. somewhere in the mind...

Yoohin muskuraaye jaa........

I know all that my ears have heard is truth, bare and strong.
If I can take it well, then I would walk straight for long on the new path, else, I would see what I will do.

Afterall, we all have different destinations, just like paths.

What is mine? - My journey is my destination.

What next? God Knows.

And when it comes to my khushi?

Remebering some old line from what I read in my middle school...

मेरो मन कहॉ अनंत सुख पावे
जैसे उड़े जहाज़ से पंछी,
फिर जहाज़ पे आवे।