What is life?
This is the question which is bothering almost everyone and it is left un attempted at the end.
When i learnt something in school /college, It seemed to have some meaning in life.
I got a good job due to that knowledge,
resources were there,but i was empty within.
To fight that emptiness, i went for some big cause.Wanted to write books, wanted to tour whole country & do something great.
But when i fell in love, I found the real fulfillment for a while.
After first break up, there was a emotional momentum, so i fell in second affair.
It was final and we married, Now there was a goal of establishment of family for next 10years.
In process of establishment all my emotional turbulence settled down.
After settlement, there is a new emptiness.
I am wandering here & there, searching someone whose life may be answer to me.
All seems to stop journey at all.
Or i am searching something hypothetical.
When you enjoy the passing moments, all questions evaporate.
भरम (THE ILLUSION)
हमको कितने ही भरम होते है
टूट जाते है तो गम होते है
बात है तल्ख़ मगर सच तो है
सारे पत्थर के सनम होते है
शख्स दर शख्स में ढलते ढलते
कि कहाँ हम कभी हम होते है
ख्वाब किस राह से गुजरते है
और किस राह कदम होते है
उलझने खुद की नहीं कम पहले
उसपे दुनिया के सितम होते है
This is the question which is bothering almost everyone and it is left un attempted at the end.
When i learnt something in school /college, It seemed to have some meaning in life.
I got a good job due to that knowledge,
resources were there,but i was empty within.
To fight that emptiness, i went for some big cause.Wanted to write books, wanted to tour whole country & do something great.
But when i fell in love, I found the real fulfillment for a while.
After first break up, there was a emotional momentum, so i fell in second affair.
It was final and we married, Now there was a goal of establishment of family for next 10years.
In process of establishment all my emotional turbulence settled down.
After settlement, there is a new emptiness.
I am wandering here & there, searching someone whose life may be answer to me.
All seems to stop journey at all.
Or i am searching something hypothetical.
When you enjoy the passing moments, all questions evaporate.
भरम (THE ILLUSION)
हमको कितने ही भरम होते है
टूट जाते है तो गम होते है
बात है तल्ख़ मगर सच तो है
सारे पत्थर के सनम होते है
शख्स दर शख्स में ढलते ढलते
कि कहाँ हम कभी हम होते है
ख्वाब किस राह से गुजरते है
और किस राह कदम होते है
उलझने खुद की नहीं कम पहले
उसपे दुनिया के सितम होते है
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