The future is shaped by the present. The present cannot ignore the past. Past is history, meant only for reference. A better future can happen if the present learns from the mistakes of the past.
For all that a man does and does it well
And were such acts worthy of note and admiration
These shall find mention from amongst the men he performs and from others
A worthy recognition travels and travels well and fast
But if he proclaims his feat and declares it a success from atop a roof
What message were to be read into it, except that
Neither the act, nor the man, commanded merit
And that the man himself being sure of not being recognised
Blows his own trumpet
As I lie down to sleep for the night
I realise that the day next is not a guarantee
He who sleeps with confidence of a day yonder
Fails to understand that life beyond the day lived
Is not a promise, but maybe one day more, until the appointed time
जब ख़ुद, ख़ुशी से, उम्मीदों की डोर छोड़ कर चलना सीख ले तू, ऐ जलील
Mohamed Nawaz Haindaday – November 2023 (2)
जब दूसरों के ग़लतियों को, या कोताइयों को नज़रअंदाज़ कर लेना सीख ले तू ऐ जलील
यकीनन खुशहाल होगा, पुरसुकून होगी ज़िंदगी
ख़ुद की राह अकेले चलने से कोई रोक तब होगी नहीं कोई
एक वक़्त तक ही साथ देता है कोई किसी का
चाहे औलाद हो या अपना और कोई
हर किसी का मुक़द्दर उसका होता है, जुड़ा नहीं तुझसे कभी
मत सोच ज़्यादा, रुक नहीं अब और
वक़्त किसी के लिए ठहरता नही, वक़्त निकल जाए तो कोई और भी साथ देगा नहीं
And I keep my bag, light and packed, ready to move, on to the next destination
For life is to be lived, one moment at a time, one day at a time.
Tomorrow, if it comes, would be yet another day
The human race perhaps perceived it’s infallibility. But great nations and their powers have met with fates they never perceived. History has, over the world’s existence, repeated itself innumerable times. And when the time comes, there occur changes to a set pattern; a reset.
In the busy chaotic way of life, none would have imagined a “reset” happening.
The lockdowns around the world would probably result in a reset of sorts.
Reset of the pace of work, reset in the manner of living, reset in the powers of the powerful nations and men, all but seems inevitable. Though none may realise, but if seen in the right perspective, maybe not now, maybe few months or a year later, there would have seeped in many changes.
Every individual would have to be objective in his own analysis of himself. There will be a reset. It perhaps has already been set in motion. It would be slow, unlike a reset in an electronic device or gadget; resets in human lives shall take some time to be seen,
For some, it would be good. For some, it would be painful. Some may not realise it for they were probably passive to their surroundings from the beginning.
But a reset it would be. Time, it is said, is the best healer. Likewise, time, is an agent of change. A reset is nothing but a change, a correction.
And that is to happen now, when the world at large is forced to stop, to allow a reset long overdue.
Beyond your own, what seems to be closeness
Is nothing but a short term fallacy; a mirage
Nothing is permanent in relationships
Nothing comes without a cost
Nothing is out of the heart; mind rules actions and emotions
Some might give you hope, an olive branch
Yet others may appear to be your own
But the fact remains, unless tested with passage of time
All those who speak rosy and words of glory
Are the first to be only for the moment, at their pace, at their convenience
And many a times, even those tested with time
Change, with the change in direction of winds
So be it; be not too attached to one or many
For neither is the sun a constant, nor does darkness ever remain
Be with others what they be to you
For if not you, for them will be the other
And so are the way of humans and so are the ways of life
Fallacies are the way of life
Live for the day, live for thyself
For others, it’s not you, its what thee can give
And rest is just a fallacy
Wisdom are words spoken by the men in possession of knowledge.
Knowledge is an ocean, it’s depth unfathomable.
O ye who seeketh knowledge, I say to thee, I seeketh knowledge myself. Show me the path that leads into and unto the sea of knowledge, vast, deep and varied; for life would be well-lived, if on my last breath I were to say, O Lord, thank you for all the treasures of the knowledge of the world that you blessed me with!
As you grow rich in terms of monetary wealth, you become poorer in terms of compassion and civility. Many have, over time, as they accumulated money, become obsessed with money. Disregard to relations built beyond blood and family is the direct result of arrogance of wealth. Alas! Money is like sand. It’s value erodes over a period of time. Relations, if maintained, provide strength and support, which is beyond the purchasing power of money.
The less-in-wealth will never lose the most important ability; ability to sustain in adversity; the wealthy will lose sanity!!
Why doth a man hunt for excuses to lay the blame upon?
Why not look within to find faults, aplenty they may be!
Every problem a human faces, causes thereof lie in his inabilities
A mind in conflict with all that walks, crawls and moves
Cannot be the mind that can be put to effective use
Sadly, realisations do not translate into actions
Time waits for none, yet for him who remains confused, life will always be at a standstill
Mein maut ki aagosh mein jaata raha
Maut bhi kitni zaalim
Apney taraf aaney ka raasta har pal badalti rahi
Intezaar badhta gaya
Zindagi maut key intezaar mein kat ti rahi
Na jee saka zindagi, na apni maut mar saka
Maut dekho kitni zaalim
Apney taraf aaney ka raasta har pal badalti rahi
Phir socha kya fayda zindagi sey yun is tarah guzar jaaney ka
Kuch haasil kiya nahin, waqt beet gaya intezaar mein
Gumnaam kyon so jaaoon mein
Kyon auron ka naam kar jaoon mein
Dard diya jinhon ney mujhey, kyon unkey chehrey par hansi chod jaaoon mein
Aisa bhi nahin key khatm ho jaani hai duniya gar na milta mujhko mera chaha
Aisa bhi to ho sakta hai key dard-e-sir ban jaaon mein
Unkey liye jo detey hain pal pal mujhko dard
Meri fitrat nahin key unko jeet leney doon aasani sey mein
Meri fitrat mein to junoon aur jazba hai
Jaa Maut, aur bhi door jaa tu ab
Teri chah nahin mujhko jab tak zindagi mujhey chahna na chod dey
Milna to hai zaroor tujhko ai maut magar
Ab dil bhara nahin dard-e-zindagi sey mera
Maut…tu kitni zaalim thi key aaj bana diya mujhko
Be-khauf…Be-dard
Ab zindagi mujhsey panah maangegi tujhko woh khud hi bula laaegi
Tab hogi shaayad jeet meri
Mujhko mein nahin tu hi le legi apney aagosh mein
Waqt muqarrar hai…to intezaar rahega milney ka
Tab tak vaada hai zindagi tujhko bhi jhelney ka
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