This 2nd October, was very neatly positioned, as if the skies were making fun of each and every Indian. There was blood all over the front page of the news paper the faces in agony had the same hint of violence which may be the bomber had.

The Legacy that India carries and is proud of is legacy of being a non violent nation, has not invaded any country in the last thousand years. Why? What was the reason behind this great pity which this nation took on any other or is it similar to great golden jublee marriage ceremony of a Indian couple where the chief ingredient of the marriage was ‘indifference’ or plain acceptance of circumstances. Something was being conveyed to this nation on this 2nd October where the papers as usual were full of corporates advertising Bapu jee’s Birth Anniverasy with their logo at the bottom. Do we as a nation even know what violence is all about leave non-violence. That’s too big a subject.

A nation which supposedly draws its inspiration from the most detailed written record on any war ever fought in the history of mankind seems to have lost it long back but going ahead on a blank memory. Non violence only makes sense when you are capable of violence where violence is a decision and not a reaction. Violence which ensures non-violence. Peace has a cost. We have to see the God in us. A mad dog needs to be put to sleep for his own good before he takes on more load on its soul due to its madness. How many more lives we have to pay with, don’t we see we are killer and the killed.

The people running the nation so called Leaders, have to be of finer material they cannot be driven by the similar things as the ‘commoner’. their quest in life cannot be the money, power. Whole country belongs to them anyway, they do not have the luxury of securing their future, countries future is their future.

Every dead body in the house is of their son or daughter and every man who has picked up the gun is their lost son or daughter. If this nation asks our military to be ready for a supreme sacrifice then the people who control them have to be ready for even a bigger sacrifice bigger then death that is to live for the people every day every moment. Do not burden your soul for a transitory life which will anyway go one day. Pick up that hand to squash the head of your son who has no chance of coming back and pick up his son in your arms that he does not lose his way. Leader is a big word. It does not matter if you are alone you are only responsible till the last breath but you will make more of your type.
A innocent person cannot be killed while sitting in the park. We are answerable to our souls. I implore India to rage a war on terrorism. I implore India to break its convenient tradition. Leaders, I urge you to look at yourself deeply in the mirror. Imagine the dead bodies of their own family lying in the courtyard, mutilated beyond recognition. And then answer the question are they worthy of their position?

Non Violence / Peace is very expensive, and India has to buy it no matter what.

The one who understands the trees
Will speak little

Azal

Yakeen hai aap se mil rahega kuch na kuch/Convinced am i, will get something from you too
Dushman bhi de ke gaye hame kuch na kuch/Even enemies have given gifts before parting

Nikle hain ghar se hum bhi kisi khoj mein/I too have left home in search of something
Lautenge ghar ko kama ke aaj kuch na kuch/I will return after earning something for sure

Kya faiyda tu soch aakhir is zindagi ka azal’/you tell me 'azal' what the use of this life eventually
Purane mein gar na dikhe naya roz kuch na kuch/if one cannot see something new in old daily

Azal

You Need Yourself the Most

Must have heard “Practice makes the man perfect,” because Practice gives person a confidence of doing something successfully at time when it is needed.
Now here we have to practice thinking right, Practice of being hopeful.
This practice is necessary because when the time comes you will need this.
There are times in life when one asks ones own self ‘Are you with me’ at that time the heart stands up to you and firmly tells you ‘I am with you’ and all the external things do not matter but you have train your heart so that it stands by your side when all don’t. Even if all do stand with you, you need your heart more than anything in this world.
If you have not found yourself, something is always going to be missing. If you have found yourself you will see people will find you out even in the caves of Himalayas and you would wish they should not try to find you.
If this all seems very confusing then there is one more thing you can do “Depend on God” with all your heart & mind. Do what your heart says Look upon every thing as you father has just created for you. He gave you birth, He found you love, He got you married, He got you a job, He gave you children, or what ever you celebrate in life be it celibacy, friend ship, because through you He is living it all and experiencing it all “can you believe this” If you can do this, nothing is impossible, He is a living father More interested in your affairs than you think. All what happens is in his plan there is a purpose a great purpose.

What you consider bad is important to fit in the next bigger plan of His, for you.
Be aware, that he is the only giver। You will be surprised even if you track the past events in your life you will realize there was unseen hand controlling things; you are led mostly there where you actually want to go. Since you do not know the way, you do not like the unknown roads and crib. You may be about to give up looking for oasis in the desert, just when you are almost there, but the one who has the Arial view can see clearly, Just next to mound of sand oasis was there. Hence one needs to keep going. Treasures are found by the people who keep at it, and have fun along the way, if you die in the struggle you will start from where you left, this journey goes on, hence realize your goal fast, so that at least you start, All we think of as a goal is a means not the goal, be it love of the people, Money, comfort, social status, power. Nothing will stay; look for the imperishable which cannot go from you that is your final goal. Every life will be worthwhile because it would proceed towards the direct goal not the means. The beauty of following this goal is that every step will seem like goal in itself hence immensely enjoyable.


More so, If you can fight the eventuality of death then fight every thing which comes in your way, If you can’t Don’t fight anything, just be.


Practicing for anything is achieving the thing itself, only in its more enjoyable state, because once its achieved it dissolves into nothing ness, it does not make a difference, even if its enlightenment. The path is life because destinations do not exist, the illusion of the destination leads us to the journey which we other wise will not undertake. But on the way the wise realize the folly and make each step the destination in itself, all is as it was nothing changes the sooner we recognize this the better, we play the game but we are not the game.

Azal

Jab aa hee gayen jahane kharaab mein
Sharm kaisi zara khul ke jiya jaye

Azal

Is a poet a product of the circumstances, or one is born to be a poet, if all a man desires in his heart is fulfilled then will he be ok, or he will still crib for something which is not there? A poet is a poet, his circumstances are responsible to an extent that he recognises his art a bit earlier but he the poet is a poet, what if Ghalib was rich and none of his children had died, and yes he had all the women he had wanted to have relationship with would he had been 'Ghalib' the poet then?
His Ghazals talk about such things which a man in his condition would not have even dreamt, they go beyond the personal afflictions (in fact while in deep financial crises matters of the heart were of more concern to him) to reflect the pain of the reader which is lies dormant but revives to life after finding company in his couplet, his conditions may be was responsible to begin, but what was written was much beyond that, it almost feels they were destined avatars who descended to write something or write something leave it in the world to lure someone into this game, to write… for a poet writing is he last veil which secrete God, but for a long time he he likes to solve the mysteries of God in he same intangible they were created, then one day with a smile he just shifts the curtain to get lose himself in the purpose of his verses.

The thought to freedom enthrals me the reach of a poet enthrall's me. Freedom is the final frontier, I become God when I comprehend freedom, it starts entering in me and oozing out at the same time and my body hair stand on tip in salutation to the mighty expression and nothing is visible or audible, its all quite like the deep forest. Pin-drop silence.
This cant be conveyed - only transferred.


Azal

The only gift one can have from the almighty is the gift of freedom, the knowledge that one is eternally free, was always free like the birds and the breeze, one can carry this information in the deep corner of the heart, this freedom is not without the heart ache the problems of life but they take a different dimension, it becomes something which you choose,
Dil keen a ho to naa sahi, dil kee baaten karenge you choose the alternative without resisting, regretting and then the fullness of life emerges trough the spiral roads full of pains and pleasure, haves and have nots, one day I believe we all will emerge in our true form away from all yet in all that’s around us. What Freedom does is this it watches – its own life as well the life’s of others and the most explicit expression of freedon is smile, a smile which is so well connected with eyes, eyes say I know what you are going through and the smile says you are me and I am you.

Azal

My God, how tiring is the journey, from nowhere to nowhere, from here to here.
Azal

I do not choose the books I get to read the books choose me, the time when the black ink is taking shape in some press it knows who all it has to reach to, the moment the writer committed the words to the paper its flies to the ones who need it, in order to inspire the next, it stops belonging to the writer, he is like the instrument which has finished his task, similarly like a humming machine which has been switched off after its work it just dies silently till the time its time for it to produce again. The writer knows this as well once its given to the paper its gone he does not claim it because he / she knows it will reach who those ears which will need it.
Out of the million of books why the one I have or read have landed in my hands, there is a reason behind it. And its this that these books have chosen me and not the opposite.
Azal

Restlessness is me, contended,
Pain is me living,
Pleasure, is me sleeping
Dying is me waking

Azal

Don’t get angry if I have not understood you
Your voice fell on my ears and the words
Lost their meaning

Azal

‘Years of tears
Have rid me of fears
You come or you don’t
I still have my cheers’

Azal

Say no to me, and I will be quite
It was impossible to have you the
way I wanted you.

Azal

Millions of affairs
All true to the core
I am not the faithful one, dear
I may just see you in anyone anywhere

Loved you whole life
Missed you whole life
You were t meant to be my sweetheart
But my sweet teacher

I have seen in these years, life is helpless by nature in giving you chances it will offer you chances to be what you want to be, it responds to your intent secretly you hold in the deeper corners of your heart, but the opportunity also can be recognized by the heart only, a keen observer of one’s own self, who has the awareness and the nag of achieving his/her true calling in life. The beauty of this life is precisely its basic problem for the one who lives it from the surface and not the center, the surface of life is as turbulent and can have as many shades or the circumstances as the stars in the sky, every next can step can pull you into the well, this life Buddha referred as pain and suffering because outside forces can play havoc. But deep inside there is something which nothing can express it cant be known it can only be lived.

Azal

Fear Fear, come out instantly, before it starts its attack on the your body silently, it attacks from inside, because its born inside, it will eat up the organs from inside and no medicine will reach it, because it does not exist, its an illusion, reach the war ground, and fight for a cause you are the same man who would fight for a cause and will not fear to die.

Azal

As the days are passing by I notice this world changes tremendously every second, and mind keeps you so busy either in misery or happiness that life we do not get the chance to watch our own lives till the time all the days slip by like sand from hand we only get the tail that too when its too late. Whole life we keep purchasing one trouble for another and one happiness for another very often to realize that old problem was better, any way the fact is nothing is good or better, bad or worse all are experiences which the soul craves for in the physical manifestation of itself, other wise it not possible for to experience all this, in order to realize what it is, we need to know what we are not, and consciously or unconsciously we are applying the ancient formula “neti, neti” to arrive at what we are. An aware soul does it with knowledge, under any situation if the soul is not happy with its performance it discards and goes forward without and remorse or guilt it strives to reach its highest point by realizing that “its not this”. The fluidity of the universe against the fixations of the mind is such and game which is played from unending ways, won in uncountable forms lost in innumerable ways. The lessons learnt are without an end. While being on this wagon of life enlightenment could only be if we could turn into a witness of our own lives, and lives situations, self consists of all if we can understand that self only exists nothing else, because in the life of actions (which can be termed as life of creation) which truly life is unless we deceive ourselves that its not governed by outer circumstances. This self ‘is’, needs nothing but loves all this self is the knower of TRUTH it is the part of the truth. This self is timeless its silent space its nothing, it does not have a beginning and end its all in all.
I wish I could know the above and not only understand, understanding is again a ego play if today I understand tomorrow I may not, if today I love and think that I love tomorrow I may not I strive for the that ISNESS which is not understood but IS.
I know this too that “ I AM” in the same way a flower is.
Chintan helps.
I know sometimes – this is that... but then mind intervenes

Why, do I need the audience, can the need for an audience purely for the audience if not then, I can have my fun in the dark being alone…

Azal

Eventually boldness decides who is going to be in the top, of any chain, and if destiny decides for some reason, it withers off, gradually bold ness becomes the first trait of the great, it has got little to do with money or power, it Is unto itself, but on the way it gathers all, because they cling to it, they are attracted to it, if you personalize money/success and view it as female you will see, nothing has changed from the prehistoric times, female is attracted to the bold, that’s another thing once it has it, it wants it only for herself, and tries to change the very fabric she was attracted to, but it needs to be kept at bay, ready to be pushed away always, climb, keep on climbing one peak to another, you will always find something to conquer because the real quest is beyond the planet, the quest of no thing cannot be quenched with any thing. Live by the desire of life.

Azal

Thakaan se choor badan mein, kho jaati hai sari hasraten

But do we need to lose the body the regain ourselves, the meaning of life is living healthy body and soul, get this balance at any cost, I get it by tiring myself, it’s the best natural drug, when sweat feels like blood draining out of my body, and me sinking in to a Gods comfort the burning heat emitting out of me, freezing all unnecessary inside me, and then a whiff of cool breeze like life calling me back to itself and cooling me down, I get up look around as a new born, all the things around seem alive, a stone and rose have same beauty and radiance, throbbing with same life which is in me. Slowly the drug wears off, after giving me enough hope to live the day of filled with ego. How I hate my ego and how I know innocent are used- a punishment for there innocence, how I know I know nothing, and how much I want to know.

Mushkil hee kategi ye zindagi meri
Tu aayega nahin aur umeed rahegee meri

Come close to me do not listen to me
Feel my presence and you would never ask
If I love you or not.

Azal

I have touched the edge of time,
I have been here, and where I was
I have seen myself across the time zone
Let not this world fool any of us, its an illusion
The reality lies to us, like a lover
Who is blown to pieces but appears intact
Look into its eyes deeply and you would know
I have seen it moving through the curtain and
Momentarily knew my destiny
Peace is not the final frontier I know
What that is I cannot describe but
Its not what we all can share,
It lies somewhere on our paths to be realized,
There is no finality to it, once you sense it
You would not question ever
How the universe came into being.

Azal