you needed men!
and see-he built a few more.
to test the mantle of sun,
to test the strength of wind.
down west,
singing, shining, standing
against a box of uranium,
up north facing the whirlwind
calling batons, challenging guns.
you needed men,
and see he built a few more.
“If you wish to believe, Wish it First!”
Let us talk about we(*)….
Centuries back, a few people met, may be a more then few. What all decided was simple, we are different, we are different then each other. But they all had one thing in common, they were missing one thing or another to make up a perfect home for them all.
They decided to live together may be not together like son and father or like uncle and daughter. But together as friends and as brothers. They had no pact of peace but they had the pact of give and take, a pact of not taking but of asking to get. How good it was but it was a pact in more then few people. For they always settled down together, one faught with another over small issues but they never broke off. They were connected.
One had the land to grow as much as the Gods wished, Another had no land, but had boats to travel and bring the new to the lands.
Some had men and women so many and loyal that they would grow, work, love, build, create, beautifully and merryly and again-n-again untill their families took over. A bit far away were people who could go in forests and fight with the beasts untill the other bowed on it’s knees, there were a few, a few but those who could play with colours and with words, they could touch the cords of a string and make people remember the world that they were. People who would make the grand council and its time remembered for centuries.
There were lands and friends with nothin to grow else men or colours or a fleet of boats but yes it had trees and gold, it had coal and bronze, metals and powders. Also one smaller but smiling had none of so many but humans who were simple, who could just make you know the beauty of heart with a smile and with the look in their eyes. They all had a lot else a bit of it, but none had it all, none wanted it all, but needed it to keep what each and everyone of them held highest of all- LOVE.
The pact lasted long, lasted longer then any one elses, next to far away. For they had nothing in common but only the need, a need that bound them all so close that their was no escaping, some said they are bound by Gods, but the few knew that what binded them all close together was the fullfillment of their needs with a little cost and a minimum expenditure of love. Was it the land that had sown itself like this or was it the source of water that had spread itself a bit by bit to complete it together, is not known.
But one is certain, their generations tried to move away, one is certain that some were conquered in darker times but none, either the son else the masters could fill the place left due to the isolations. Smaller ones dissolved with time, mighty onces united the lands to rule and grow in peace.
Time kept on smiling back and back for once a few men met, may be more then few. But they created a portal, a portal- so strong that it stayed in space shattered and collected back again, defeating the most mighty of the forces- Time.
It just so happened that once upon a time, a few men met.
……………………..With smiles
* - It is just a story
Read a heart to me,
read a heart to me.
Read me a life.
Read as much as you can,
one day will come,
when you will need a hand,
when you will need an eye and you will have none.
That will be time when a page will hold your palms,
when you can read a heart, equal enough to match your eyes,
and flow untill it is moistened with the tears of you.
Read not to know the world,
read not to be the good one,
read to know that you are not alone in every work
read to knowt that your are not the only one with the heart of yours,
but there are a hundred, there are a several who were you,
who they are for a minute if only, for a minute.
Read to know that what yo went through,
what you are looking at, walking with,
is nothing which did not happen to another.
Its not about getting to do the thing as the jack did,
Its not about being what simi did,
Its about knowing that somebody went through it all,
and yes he came out alive,
he came out of it.
and even if he did not,
you know a way he did not come out.
Read, for no life will ever let you know more,
then single lines of a thousand people.
…………………Apurva
I tried so hard,
But the escaping never works for all,
some stay behind,
some fly ahead,
but the scars just come up again n again,
reminding, stopping never works for some souls
It doesn’t matter what you do,
people take time.
People give time.
Since people give time,
does not mean that they are contributing time.
They may be spending time.
And every person has a thought.
Well a big set back…..I fall back to the grounds i started back from.
Can i call people wrong, well they are not, but yes one thing is for sure, For me personally it does not matter. Lets say if i met a hundred guys, who agreed that i must die, does it mean, that i must.
It my life, a life, just because some people think, i am different and must pay for this…should i pay??
I refuse the system which says so.
I am a person, if i am different, i am different, be forward enough to reject me out of the system, but to make me pay..just because you think all have to be like that…nobody has the right to tell me, preach me, make me … pay for that.
This is what i am finding out- struggle of a man. Letting him exist, under every condition. Knowing that you do are differnt, it just means..for me..it just means..there is a better world that is waiting for me..better means one where i belong. One in which i belong…
…I had to be stupid.. to think India can be made so easy…it takes time. It takes time..It takes lives…It takes higher efforts then the one I have put in till now. …The world is still open for changes. So am I. ………………..Apurva
Its not easy to fly, and once you have learnt to fly, it still needs to work to fly better. To fly in all the ways…Flying alone is not importent( this is what i have learned).
Dard to aaj bahut hai,
Hum kafhir the, kafhir hi rah gaye.
Shayad band tabut mein khwab
Dekhna ek jurm ho chala hai.
Ki khuda, tere deewane
Kahan shahar hote hein.
Tammanna hi to hai,
Jo hame, teri aur kheech lati hai,
Kabhi kabra se to kabhi
Aarsh se hum phir tuzko manane nikle hai.
Kabra mein baithe hein to khyal huo,
Aashik samandar mein tairne nikle the,
Kahan deevano ko sej nasib hoti hai
Ghar banane ki saza,
Shayad jahanum hi thi,
maiyat mein aapni,
lash sajane nikle hein.
kahan koi sach hua,
Aaj sach hue to jana ki mehroom
kabr se
Safar bhee hum aadha kar chuke,
Hadiyoan ko aaj zindagi ka khyal aaya hai
Aashik dil kahan bekhabar hai
Ki tu har kadam dekhta hai,
Deewane hain, bheege sholoan se,
Aaj shama jalane nikle hein.
Aaj murdoan ke jagne ka din hai
Kahan, kabr mein zindagi kurban hoti hai
Chedte hai mukhbir
ki shayad
takiye ke neeche Samandar chupa ho.
zindagi ke par na kabhi,
sahare milte hein.
Shayad dozakh mein
aag ki khusboo phir mehki hai,
Ki insaan phir, arsh ke bahane
khakh ko jalene nikle hein.
Hi,
There is an india, a nation, which still has to be unearthened. Which it is, i still don’t know.
I sat there, eating that bread. Eating it, felt may be i should back, share it with all the guys. Then, felt one thing- where is apurva. Sharing a good practice, but where is apurva. If he had come this far only to share, i would have went ahead, given it to everyone. It was importent bread. Hence i stayed.
……………………………Apurva
Silent, the wind has made a whisper,
heard did you!
spoken out like thunder.
There i stood with hands tied without a rope,
pity did you know!
Let a heart die tied with a blind hope.
………………….Apurva
