Duniya da ki bharosa

Lekhan vich jo likheya ohte kadi shuba na kitta 

jo kuch hoya rab da naa lehke zulm da zehr pitta 

dhakke te thoke har chokat te paye 

saray kehnde dil deva ge par nai koi azmaye 

mein rah te chal basa na vekhe sajje khabbe 

jo hunda hai rab jaane mein ape raahay labbe 

te fikkran vich vas gaya hosh 

ki karan aadat nai pendi kise nu deva dosh 

rom rom vich vas gayi bas eh aarzu alam di 

rab na kisse nu deve mushikalahat kadi kisse kisam di

sochda san ke apne pehle kinne roggi guzzre 

har dard jhar ke rul gaye, thallan ch honge ne bikhre inna dil tuttay 

taali di chavan vich eh labde ne saharay 

sikhr dupaira toh bhajj ke phir raati vekhe sitaray 

gin gin sugatan hun chetan awkhi paye 

umeed hai dillan di aye vehde wapis harre hojaye 

lokan de bharosa par kadi na phirr tu turrna 

ohde gallan vich na doob ape sikh eh tarrna 

duniya di milawatan assi kyon phir farolle 

duniya vich na sukh labho, oh ta jag toh ohlay 

khushiyan sameth, lajpalan de karam nu toll 

dukhan vich vi sabab hai, himmat rakh tu kol 

hanere de baad hi savera hai sochda vi mein bhalle 

duniya di menu ki parwa pave rehn khak vi nai mere palle 

taareya thalle karda duwawan rakkhi sanu tere nerre

nahi chahiday dhokkay jo ithe vasde ne bathere 

tangde menu apni waat uttay  

diggne na de sanu, meri jaan tere sadke 

Abstract of my discerning

Left everything with a blind sight. On a road that holds no familiarity to my conscience. The only baggage I carried was high spirits. High spirits and optimism that I tattooed to my back. Kissed my comfort good bye as I shut my eyes. My life, my eternity and my reason to exist all embedded in that place I exiled. With eyes wide shut it wasn't darkness that surrounded me. I have began to dream a new dream. See my spirits are not less than a wanderer. I hold no reluctance to distance nor to the unexpected. I am intimidated from no one but myself. I am my savior and I am my own torment. How I pave my path is in my hands and not what I fear that I can not see. My lord is my witness, I carry a bliss to ease me at peace. Cursed be my soul if I ever carry pride. I want to inherit appreciation for every breath I breathe. I find purpose to my life with every smile I pour out on somebody's face. From every hand I shake and every hope I give. I have begun to understand why life was never about me. I praise every soul that ever lit my day. Every soul that came my way. Whether to stay or cause dismay. They forgave my short comings and my mistakes. My imperfections and my hate. This road I paved I don't ever want to astray. My peace lies within the comfort of every soul that I may pass. And as I keep these eyes wide shut I have gained a better sight. My home, my life, my eternity and my place shall be carried with me through my very actions. I will depict them for the better. I will honor them with every drop of happiness I may procure.

Now to commence a time well awaited...

Along with the multitude of emotions one feels before embarking on a journey they have always longed for; there lies a brisk feel of excitement and some neurotic sparks. Expectation is receipted not just from a dignitary but rather from self as well. There are desires and goals to match up to along with human instincts of finding shortcuts to get there, we need to find a balance amongst this truffle of feelings to optimize for a positive outcome. I twist my fingers as I prepare for tomorrow, for it shall be one that will; god willingly; prevail with a great starts to a career I want to see myself rest with until the end of time.

Longing

There is an unseen path that defines my longing. Beyond every horizon that my instincts illustrate, there is a touch of connection that feels so familiar like it is my own. Suddenly these attributes are invading rapidly beneath the sheath of my skin. I have kept my every move on a limit, so I am never to overwhelm even a speck of this feeling. This longing is now a curiosity which burns through without forming a scar, a cold blue fire that seeps through the life of me. It exempts me from staying timid rather frees me from my mutiny. It echoes with a sound so glistening that I can see it through my eyes. Now my hand seems to work as a wand painting a song that plays in the heart like it was there all along. Encrypted in ways I could never reveal, yet portrayed to me without a seal. That unseen path brings forth a dilemma, for the longing is hardly bearable but the separation is another endeavor.

Random thoughts

The beauty of secrecy is the capability to mask the inconsistencies yet flourish the perfection.

Random thoughts

Life is best enjoyed through the eyes of a child, thoughts of a scholar and words of a man.

Random thoughts

I find bliss in the depths of the heart, where one finds the medium between desire and curiosity.