Life is a Song


Suhaana safar aur ye mausam haseen…



And life gets over! Sing the song of life before it happens. The cooing of the dove sparks a feeling in me. All dormant desires start to shake a leg. The unusual thing about life is that we don’t consider it usual. We are sometimes driven by a negative force. Without getting into the physics of life, let’s just stay on course.



Hamein darr hai hum kho na jayein kahin…



Lose yourself in the joys of life and not in the forest of sorrow. The forest of sorrow is thick and unyielding. Instead of straying from wood to wood, let the passion flow. And in that flow, let yourself flow. The birds will show you the way. The breeze will hold your hand. The clouds will give you a ride.



Ye kaun hasta hai phoolon mein chupkar…



Search for yourself in the smiling buds and the nodding flowers. God is not hidden. We are hiding from our own selves. We neglect the imperfections in us and hope for perfection but only the very brave can swim against the tide. And that too success is not guaranteed.



Ye gori nadiyon ka chalna uchalkar…



Make your own path. No need to take a different or the regularly traversed path. Life is not straight. It is bumpy. The experience is great. Dive full length into the sea of desire and emerge holding a pearl of triumph. Dance when there is darkness.



Wo aasmaan jhuk raha hai zameen par…



Bend but for a cause. There are many bends in life. All of them may not be dangerous. Some may have the power to alter the course of destiny. Take a chance. Playing safe always never helps. Touch the sky and then start afresh. There is a world beyond the cosmic territory also.



Suhana safar aur ye mausam haseen...



 - NZ
10.1.2020
BN: 222

 

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