Lost in the dreams , created by illusions , mentioned in the fairy tales , life is lived by the humans. Humans to be more precised are the epitome of being alive , like they have the most of the experiences about life ,eclipsing the life lived by other alive beings on earth . For human is the most wisest and intelligent of all . But how far is it truth? Like how is he so sure about sun rising the next day ? What if the light didn’t appear after a tunnel , its all up-to God so why does human still call himself the creator of universe .? Some of these questions and many other need to be pondered about . In the era’s of the science and literature era where newton described gravity and Shakespeare the romantic love between romeo and Juliet there was a reality that was known to all which is unrevealed to this mankind of world. The reality of an end the death . like they knew about the deep reality of life that is it is a farce and it has no meaning ,and maybe that’s the cause they didn’t believe in money making but knowledge be it of any kind but they were the earlier humans .
In this materialistic world where our greed’s and needs surpasses the religious rituals have made humans to target of blindness . They have eyes but still the darkness creeps in . Among the so many beautiful things God has bestowed us he still longs for money , and the rank he desires of . He plays it like a chess game where he is the king and his love the only queen . And nobody else hardly matters. He doesn’t realize that within a blink of time he can find himself in darkness and it would appear him like his big dream . Every human has lost the essence of living in today’s mankind and its not too late for him to realize that sun rises from the west too . Among st the nature the human dwells in his pride and wishes for the victory not caring about the bad and good deeds . Giving reference about the apple picking poem of Robert frost which clearly states that humans have forgotten to deal with their deeds and have lost the track which would lead to their supreme. He forgets that he is a traveler ,life a journey and this love,heart break ,relationships a farce ,what he really forgets is the supreme up above . As rumi says it ‘i know where i am going as much as the ball that’s rolling.!’ needs to be reflected more then its surface meaning for its the reality lost in the group of clouds.
Its not just another tree ,it’s a home . Home where they live , dont cut me down pledges it ,but we humans destroys it . It gave us shade ,shade from the hot burning sun yet we become the cruels the horror one .
Clean it looked from far ,
all set for a war
the naive was standing in front .
while protecting the king .
They started with a move
struggling with a storm of plots
some started with their own ,
but some got lost .
Many got killed and many lost
but the victorious wasn’t always the one having crown
its about how wisely you play it
its about how safely you win it .
Deceptions and challenges are the basics
different ranks and one departure
all are set for being victorious ,
for who loves to be a loser .
I was a king in the beginning of mine
deceptions made me a mere tank
love made me a crosser
the queen was the one who made me a horse !!.
Salim is the new boy of the town .Brown eyes of which speak a lot . Miseries and happy endings has been his story of the life and he lays himself on a round oval huge stone besides the pond. Its the early timing of the day , and he lays his chest on that huge stone crying the agony of his lost soul . As soon as the crimson ray of the sun falls on his forehead he gets charged and he tries to find the reason. Amidst the reasons he tries to trace the path of the light that fell on his forehead . He was in a trance. He followed this light but knew no end. years,ages pass but he still follows that particular light .and amongst this theft like follow he meets with various kinds of things in his way. He one day while taking a nap on his journey saw the calf being nourished by the mother cow,he also saw a galloping horse running running to the point where salim was unaware but a point came where it just stopped and fell down. He watched the birds fly and fly and go higher and higher but through the hunters eyes it was already dead. During this journey where he just followed the light he met his beloved too and their hearts where made of same mirror pieces . But the beloved had to leave him and salim was once again all alone in the journey of light . Through the meadows ,through the valleys he went ,it was like the light was escaping from him . He remembered the moment he first had saw that light he was so much happy that it couldn’t be described . But in this journey a time came when salim became breathless he starred at the hole in a tree and the glimpse of his childhood came to him . He drank water and remembered his beloved but then tears was what stole the moment .he once again set for his journey this time it was the mountains who had his grief ,the light that looked so far now had been the closest thing ever . At some point he saw the light up above him ,and sometime in the 90 degree direction he held his hands to have the light but it all seemed like a dream . Then in the way of nowhere he burst out to the angels of the mountains but they were still clueless and he decided to end .as the time went and the diurnal ended up being nocturnal his eyes met with some thing more fascinating. Now this time it had more pressure . It wasn’t the crimson light and the same horse galloping it was the silver light of the moon that was hypnotizing him . There was the sight of a silver bat roaming around here and there like a messenger .with the hypnotizing light salim was in the second journey of this lifetime he followed this light from end to end but couldn’t catch even a glimpse of it . Years go by and he still follows the light now its the different story of that of the dUal one .but salim has now gone fragile ,now it is like touch me not plant but when he does no longer see his reflection in the pond he dies with the prick of the reality and ends his life following the unicorn .
The ship sails through night and day
Amidst the dawn and the dusk
Carrying the passengers all along
The wrath of sea is but unknown.
Up above we have a sky
Where birds flatter and fly
They go to their destinations
But who knows the dead one .
The nature is in euphoria
As it’s constant and not shrinking
The esctacy doesnt know the calamity
For it never knows the time of fade .
The soldier dies for his country
the eagles fly up above
The stream of the blood flows
but life still goes on for the old .
There is some light that connects
The old,naive ,the evil and devil
But what are they running after
As the pain of cries are in heaven .
In the hustle bustle of good and bad
The soul of the child is left behind
Who will nourish it with what
since the devil and evil dwell together .
And hence in this pride of world
The crystal ball is broken
The one which held light
Has met with an end .
There is light all over ,unusual light
Never seen such like that ,but it is light
I see the angel with the feathers of white
I see him symbolizing the logo of dove.
But there is someone like me in his arms
He is just like me another human
A child perhaps ,perhaps my brother
For he has a soul just like mine
He is shy ,not behaving like a bold
For he has got that spark all cold
He is the new arrival to this illusion
Illusion that has got all the evils .
Fascinated he is by the light present
He crafts for every spark and glitter
But amidst the traffic of such shimmer
He is lost in the group of darkness .
The things that look so bright
Where once so easy to catch
But never had his heart known
The erudite’s tales of deceptions.
Within the blink of eye , the angel was gone
The crystal ball that was solid was broken
And the child that appeared like my brother
Had now been the mystery of some black swan.
When each of us is born we are given as soul as if a
crystal ball…bright pure and shining….and this glitter
amazes us when we are small bt then as we grow
up…we ignore it….with time its shine tarnishes….and it
falls down again and again making it look like a big farce . And then the old same story is the new arrival of the show. The show of the life . The soul apparently loses the spark it gets invisible we try to get the spark back by praying but we are stuck between the materialistic and the spiritual world. Then it suddenly raptures ,someone takes it ,and what remains behind is the outline of our’s which was actually never created.
If ever I was asked about the one complicated machine that had been ever created my vote would go for the human body not because I belonged to it’s category but no airplane,no telescope,no helicopter is as complicated as the human beings for there are many reasons.
FIRST: first of all the structure is to be praised.How beautifully is it set up.Which engineer,or which scientists would have come across the idea of making a structure that is easily enough to control the world. The eyes that could see the creations of almighty which are so magnificent that even the encyclopedia would fall short of the words.who would have ,other than the God HIMSELF !
SECOND: comes the gift bestowed to the human i.e life. Ever pondered about what life is basically?who created it by what intentions?Encyclopedia and thesaurus defines the life as that thing that is alive.but how far is it reality?because even an alive person is dead while he is asleep..but then what is reality?
THIRD:gift of emotions.The roller coaster ride of emotions that human always fights with is the third miracle.what is anger?what is smile?what is euphoria?what are the other jumble groups of many more constant emotions are another set up of miracles that this difficult machine the human body is bestowed with.
FOURTH: struggle,struggling in life is the biggest gamble a human being does in the period of his existence.struggling with anything ranging from work,status ,position,rank or even life while fighting with deadly diseases. Struggle has been there for the poor and rich it sees no status hence its stagnant not shrinking.
FIFTH:‘death‘.human being is born,and raised .it is build up and it shrinks though for others life moves on.but for the individual it is the same story.life is an illusion that seems so beautiful but closer it comes heart wrecked it leaves a person.
Summing up this essay I would conclude that no machine other than human body is as complicated as it is because no machine dies in the end as this does .