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Maktub (its written ) i believe do u ???
@ 06.05.2006 – 18:44:07
hie I really believe
"Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder "
when ur sad u think u have nothin left and u feel life is left with nothing......
That is the time ur eyes are betraing you...........
The flowers are always colourful and enchanting the moon is always
an icon of mikly serenity......
the grass is always green and the people are always its jus tht ur perception has changed ,,,,,Mann ek mrigmarchika hai
ek darpan jo jhutlata hai
sach durgaum hai
durlabh
nahi
sach nihit hai vistrit hai
pratikul nahi
yeh mann hai jo jaal mien uljhata hai
ache bure ka fark banata hai
jab udai ho chayi
astitva pe ban aayi
shrishti ka saundarya wwahi hai
aakhon ne nahi mann ne hai asamarthta hai dikhlayi
jiyo ki tum khud ho wahi
jo tumne mehsus kiya hai swachand vishrant
jise shaayd daba diya hai tumne khus kahinAn elderly hermit was once invited to appear at the court of the most powerful king of that age.
"I envy a holy man who can be content with so little," said the king.
"I envy Your Majesty, who is content with even less than I," answered the hermit.
"What do you mean? This entire country belongs to me," said the king, offended.
"Exactly," said the old hermit. "I have the music of the spheres, I have the rivers and the mountains all over the world. I have the moonand the sun, because I have God in my soul. Your Majesty, though, has only this kingdom."
--Maktub
Two rabbis are trying everything possible to provide spiritual comfort to the Jews in Nazi Germany. For two years, frightened
unbearably, they are able to evade their persecutors and perform their religious functions in various communities.
They are finally taken prisoner. One of the rabbis, terrified at what might happen to him, prays constantly.
The other, however, spends the entire day sleeping.
"Why are you behaving like this?" asks the frightened rabbi.
"In order to conserve my strength. I know that I'll be needing it later on," said the other.
"But aren't you afraid? We don't know what's going to happen to us."
"I was afraid up until the time we were captured. Now that I'm a prisoner, what good would it do to fear what might happen to me. Thetime for fear has ended; now is the time for hope."
--Maktub
Our Lady, with the infant Jesus in her arms, came down to earth to visit a monastery. In their joy, the padres stood in line to pay their
respects: one of them recited poetry, another showed Her illuminated images for the Bible, another recited the names of all of the saints.
At the end of the line was a humble padre who had never had the chance to learn from the wise men of his time. His parents were simplepeople who worked in a traveling circus. When his turn came, the monks wanted to end the payment of respects, fearful that he would
damage their image.
But he, too, wanted to show his love for the Virgin. Embarrassed, and sensing the disapproval of the brothers, he took some oranges fromhis pocket and began to toss them in the air — juggling as his parents with the circus had taught him.
It was only then that the infant Jesus smiled and clapped his hands with joy. And it was only to the humble monk that the Virgin held outher arms, allowing him to hold her Son for a while.
Maktub
thaks rahul for all these wonderful tales of postivity n belief in beauty of life n power of god.............
I was a human
one who was real in deed
doomed to make mistakes n repent on them...
My thinking was limited it was bound by fascination
i was am one who had never explored my ineer wealth ... whch is present in evry human being ,,,,
This blog was once a blog of a confused person then a sad person
n now proudly i sayThis is the blog of a debutante in the world of free n positive
thinking who knows how long the journey is to acheive real purity of soul n her aim is wisdom not in sense that can be sensed by all but yet can baptise my heart n soul n make me complete as a human or rather as sm one who has been blessed by od to be given the power of thuinking n feeling and admiring
I give all my credit to make me let open my mind to freedom of thought n release me of my old bounded notions of life n depression n all my
pessimism TO
Rahul ( my dearest brother )
he is handsm too
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man ke vichaar
@ 02.05.2006 – 11:33:25
written in ssd lecture in january .....
Now m over this phase.....
I know myself my strenghts n my weaknesses.............Most of the people spend their lives thinking how should other people
be but its very difficult to know urself..............
I m a proud owner of self knowledge................
udate udate is mein sama jate hai
aate rehte hai
kuch apne kuch paraye ho jate hai
kabhi mujhe ayina kabhi mujhe bhatkaav dikha jate hai
yeh vichaar bhanwar (whirpool) ban kar sama jate hai
kisi safeed panchi se
nirmal swachand saaf (pure n pious)
kabhi daitya (devil)
se bhavavah( horrendous) aur shyaam( black n fearful)
kabhi nisha (night)
ki khamoshi
kabhi vedna (sadness)ki peeda( misery)
kabhi prem ka samoohan (infatuation or hypnotism )
kabhi bache ki krida( play )
vichaar mujhe kabhi nanhi pari
kabhi chapal (hyper active )naari
kabhi nishpaap( with out malice ) hridayi
to kabhi kaalima(bad ) ki chavi bana jate hai
udate udate man mein sama jate haiswayam ke antar (know ur self )mien jhaank
pana
shatah ko puri tarah se jaan jana
apne aap ko pehchaan bhi swawabhik (obvious)ji pana
kathin hai sach ko jaankar use sweekar kar panakya hun mein kya vahi jo sabko dikhta hoon
ya koi vah jo chipa hai
ek khiladi jo khud se khel raha haimera sach mujh mein anbhigya(obscure)
hai
ya use meine kar dala nirih (helpless)hai
agyanta (fool's paradise )ki lehro par sawaar hoon mein
par kis ne mujhe vahan dhakela haiswayam ko kyu nahi bacha sakta mein
jo hoon kyu nahi sweekar sakta mein
kyu apni sachahyi mein ja kar
puratanttrki manyataon( old notions prevailing ) se nahi lad pata mien
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@ 22.04.2006 – 10:32:08
i walked through sands
deserts deserted
no hands in winds firmly holded
fooled my mirages of hopes n desires
i continued walking
vn sun was at fires
but every day as my ordeal ended
black sheet with shining miracles appeared
the stars oh lit in milky white
u shone in them my mentor bright
walikng barefotted on sands red lava
the joy of oasis awaited made me move
a holy spirit angelic saved me from doom
n then raided by mirages n fears
i followed only omens u told me to hear
moving on
i reached far ahead
a holy gospel an apostle
i met..........
nonetheless it was my own soul indeed
purity n efforts had
made it serene
n there i had attained my aim..........
to move on not stop
not for ne1 ne fame .....................
the jooy lies beneath jus lettin all go
n waiting to see does it return to you........
yet moving all n playin ur part
trying to fight destiny yet following its path.......... -
yeh jo des tera Swades hai tera
@ 21.04.2006 – 11:24:45
namaskar
hum sabne yeh suna hai padha hai mehsus bhi kiya hai........
Desh barat matribhoomi shabh lekin aaj kyu mano kahin kho se gaye hai...
kyu hindi spashta bolne aur ucharan karne mien hum saksham nahi reh gaye hai...............
Kya aaj hum din mein ek pal bhi ...is desh ya iski sanskriti ko naman kar yaad kar pate hai........
kyu hum hindi ka prayoog karne mien sharmate hai...
kyu hum apne desh apni pehnave se dur ja rahe hai.....
shayad yeh sab banavati aur upri taye ki aur aakharshit ho kar apne sarvasva ki sachahyi se pare ja rahe hai..............
kyu hum apna bhavishya desh mien nahi dekh pate" api svarnamayi lanka , na mien lakshman rochate
janani janm bhoomishch svargadapi gariyasi"
Meri martibhoomi svaarg ke samman hai
is ehsaas ko humien vapas apni sadi mien lautana haihum sabne yeh gana suna hoga ise aaj rashtirya dhwaj ko yaad rakh kar ek baar padhe shayad
bhuli bisri yaadoin mine kahin tirange ka khoya astitva jhalakta dikhegayeh jo des hi tera
swades hai tera
tujhe hai pukara.........
yeh vo bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahi saktamitti ki jo hai khushboo tu kaise bhulaega
tu chahe kahin jaye tu laut ke aayega
nayi nayi rahon mien
tujhse zindagi hai yeh keh rahi......
yu to saare sukh hai barse
par tu dur hai apne ghar se
aa laut chal tu ab deewane
jahan koi to tujhe apna maane
wahi des..............
yeh jo des hai tera.....nayi nayi rahon mien
dabi dabi aahon mien
khoye khoye dil se tere koi yeh kahega
yeh jo des hai tera swades hai tera ..........
tujhe hai pukarayeh pal hai vahi jis mien hai chupi
poori ek saadi, saari zindagi
tu na pooch raste mein kaahe
aaye hai is tarah dorahe
tu hi to hai raaho jo sujaye
tu hai to jo yeh bataye
jaaye to kis disha mien jaye
wahi des ...................
yeh jo des hai tera..............
