This blog is memoirs, thoughts and expressions of a silent soul with a silent dream. It contains that souls rantings, outlook on life and things that inspires or touches this 'silent soul'.
I love you more than i can say - Leo Sayer Wo-oh yay yay I Love you more than I can say I’ll love you twice as much tomorrow Wo-oh, love you more than I can say Wo-oh yay yay I miss you every single day Why must my life be filled with sorrow Wo-oh, love you more than I can say Don’t you know I need you so Tell me please, I gotta know Do you mean to make me cry Am I just another guy Wo-oh yay yay I Love you more than I can say I’ll love you twice as much tomorrow Wo,oh, love you more than I can say Don’t you know I need you so Tell me please, I gotta know Do you mean to make me cry Am I just another guy Wo-oh yay yay I love you more than I can say I’ll love you twice as much tomorrow Wo-oh, love you more than I can say
Tell me now, tell me clear, Tell me what Your heart desire, Time has come, time may go, Tell me now, so i would know Close your eyes, look IN you Think of none, but of you, Hear the pleas, within you, And tell me clear, Your feelings true
A times was spent, enjoying much, We tune to each, fun it was such, A spark was there, don't deny, Lots was shared, with intent benign The world may ask, us be like this, For "greater good", minds may tell, But Content my heart, really will be, To know how deep you feel for me.
Faith is such a solace. It gives me calmness on the most trying times. It gives me reason when in the verge of unreasoning and insanity. Faith is the key to happiness.
Hope is such a funny strange thing. It just fails to depart me, though all around me things look to move in opposite direction to what I aspire of. Hope puts a smile on my face, even on most distressing times. Hope is the door to happiness.
Love is a emptiness which is complete with Hope and Faith. My love is the longing of the self to please another self, in joyousness and happiness. Thereby getting myself pleased.
About five decades ago, a landless farmer, Dashrath Manjhi from Gahlor Ghati of Gaya, Bihar decided to take into task the difficulties of his villagers who were almost cut off from the rest of the world by rocky hills, almost making the place impassable. Around 1959, his wife passed away from illness and lack of immediate medical care when there was no way of taking her to the nearest medical centre over the 300 feet high hills. Heartbroken after her death, Manji alone resolved to create a pass so that no one person would have to suffer the fate that his wife did. He sold his goats to purchase chisel, rope and a hammer. This sudden change in his demeanour made him a laughing stock with people who laughed at him, calling him eccentric and crazy. Unfazed by their remarks, Manji hammered away with consistent determination for 22 YEARS. At the end of his arduous labour, he finally came face to face with his dream: the OTHER SIDE of the HILL! He shortened the distance from 70kms to just ONE KILOMETER! He carved a 360-foot-long (110 m), 25-foot-deep (7.6 m) in places and 30-foot-wide (9.1 m) to form a road through a MOUNTAIN in the Gehlour hills, working day and night for 22 years from 1960 to 1982. His feat reduced the distance between the Atri and Wazirganj blocks of the Gaya district from 75 km to 1 km, bringing him national acclaim! Once this task was accomplished, Dashrath Manji became known as the Mountan Man. Sadly, this amazing man breathed his last on August 18, 2007 after fighting cancer at New Delhis AII India Institute of Medical Sciences. He received a proper State burial. Dashrath Manji, a man who was mocked and ridiculed for his strong will and determination leaves behind a legacy of strong will and determination. Some invaluable lessons to learn from this Legend:
Patience is the greatest virtue that leads us to success
Dream the impossible!
Attitude Matters.
Stay Positive.
Don't lose heart if people call you mad and crazy for your uniqueidea/thoughts.
Some other lessons from this Story
True value of the labour of a faithful person is not fully acknowledged until he achieves his determined destination. In fact, till then he maybe mocked and ridiculed.
Heart-break moves men. If the deep emotions are channeled correctly, one can become a legend.
More reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dashrath_Manjhi
A very metaphorical video with deep meaning. Must watch!
Unforgiven II - A song with deep meaning. Lay beside me, Tell me what they've done Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true If you can understand the me, then I can understand the you.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives The door cracks open but there's no sun shining through Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through No, there's no sun shining
What I've felt, what I've known Turn the pages, turn the stone Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known Sick and tired, I stand alone Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you Or are you unforgiven, too?
Come lay beside me, this won't hurt, I swear She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again She lay besides me but she'll be there when I'm gone Black heart scarring darker still, yes, she'll be there when I'm gone Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone Dead sure she'll be there!
What I've felt, what I've known Turn the pages, turn to stone Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known Sick and tired, I stand alone Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you Or are you unforgiven, too?
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done The door is closed, so are your eyes But now I see the sun, now I see the sun Yes, now I see it!
What I've felt, what I've known Turn the pages, turn the stone Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known So sick and tired, I stand alone Could you be there? 'Cause I'm the one waits The one who waits for you
What I've felt, What I've known Turn the pages, turn the stone Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt oohh What I've known I take this key And I bury it in you Because you're unforgiven, too
(Never free) (Never me) 'Cause you're unforgiven, too
Have I decided to walk away from you? How can I? When walking together with you side by side is what I aspire. No, I haven't walked away from you. I am waiting to walk with you. One day. Have i looked away from you? How can I? When looking in you is the pleasure i most cherish. No, I haven't look away from you. I am waiting to look in to your eyes all day long. One Day.
*note : this is not a poem. this is a train of thoughts. Not a one I sought, Not a one I wrought Not a one I thought But some how the high walls cracked and... A window is open. Shall I wait or shall I jump? Will I fly with wind beneath my wings or will I fall with a heavy thud? Will I see You eager to embrace me or will I see down some empty rocks? Will I land to nestle on Your lap or will my weight and baggage crush your bones? Will You soar with me to highest skies, or will I lie broken and crashed on ground? A window is open. And through it haven't you heard my voice? And silence - is it the best statement of your choice? Will I hear yours, as wind blows in all these noise? And If I don't, I'll believe Our time is not now in God's Choice! A Window is Open And there's another Window within me "Hope" it is, and with Faith throught it I see, Thought this unprepared moment do get past Somehow, somewhere, together we will be.
Abhi mujh mein kahin,
baaki thodi si hai zindagi
Jagi dhadkan nayi,
jaana zinda hoon main to abhi
Kuch aisi lagan
is lamhe mein hai
Yeh lamha kahaan tha mera
Ab hai saamne, ise chhoo loon zara
Mar jaaun ya jee loon zara
Khushiyaan choom loon
Ya ro loon zara
Mar jaaun ya jee loon zara
Still, somewhere inside me,
there is a little life remaining..
A new heartbeat came up,
I got to know that I am still alive..
Some such tenacity
is there in this moment,
where was this moment of mine..
now it's in front of me,
should I die or should I live a little..
should I kiss joys,
or should I cry a little,
should I die or live for a while.. Ho abhi mujh mein kahin,
baaki thodi si hai zindagi
Still somewhere inside me,
there is a little life remaining..
Ho.. dhoop mein jalte hue tann ko,
chhaya ped ki mil gayi
Roothe bachche ki hansi jaise,
phuslaane se phir khil gayi
Kuch aisa hi ab mehsoos dil ko ho raha hai
Barson ke puraane zakhmon pe marham laga sa hai
Kuch aisa reham is lamhe mein hai
Ye lamha kahaan tha mera
Ab hai saamne, ise chhoo loon zara
Mar jaaun ya jee loon zara
Khushiyan choom loon
Ya ro loon zara
Mar jaaun ya jee loon zara
(as if) the body burning down in the sun
got the shade of a tree,
like the smile of an angry kid
came back on a little cajoling..
something like that is what my heart is feeling now,
on the years old wounds, there is some balm applied
some such mercy is there in this moment,
where was this moment of mine..
now it's in front of me,
should I die or should I live a little..
should I kiss joys,
or should I cry a little,
should I die or live for a while..
Dor se tooti patang jaisi,
thi yeh zindagani meri
Aaj hoon kal ho mera na ho
Har din thi kahaani meri
Ek bandhan naya peechhe se ab mujhko bulaaye
Aane wale kal ki kyun fikar mujhko sataa jaaye
Ik aisi chubhan, is lamhe mein hai
Yeh lamha kahaan tha mera
Ab hai saamne, isse chhoo loon zara
Marr jaaun ya jee loon zara
Khushiyaan choom loon
Ya ro loon zara
Marr jaaun ya jee loon zara..
like a kite with broken string
was this life of mine,
today I'm there, whether tomorrow takes place (for me) or not (is not known),
was my story everyday.. (he was unsure of how long he'd live)
now a new bond calls me from behind,
why does a worry for tomorrow trouble me,
such a prickle is there in this moment,
where was this moment of mine..
now it's in front of me,
should I die or should I live a little..
should I kiss joys,
or should I cry a little,
should I die or live for a while..
A word is spoken Did I lose my wits or did I gain it, Did I purchase happiness or sold it, Am I more of myself or less now, Why feel so hollow myself now? Shall I seek a new elixir to fill this hollowness? A word is spoken A thing I had fought not to, A thing that had torn my whole self, But there is a limit one can extend And a limit one can sanely bear A word is spoken, Will it name me a villain ? Will it call for resilience? Shall it shatter this silence? Shall i say more in this silence?
I see you in every shining star, in every blooming flower, in every rising sun and every moonlit sky. For a part of your beauty is reflected in all things that are beautiful. The rainbow that stretched in that morning sky with its colours vivid, reminded me of you. And I longed to share the moment together with you. It is Beautiful. The star that shines on the eastern horizon just before sunrise, reminded me of you. And you told me it is Venus. It is Beautiful The flowers that bloomed in the garden reminded me of you. Swaying in wind, Subtle and gentle. It is Beautiful. The sun as it rises reminds me of you. Gentle rays of hope. How nice it is to go and watch a sunrise. It is Beautiful. The moonlit sky with the stars twinkling, reminds me of you. Shining down as I watch on the mid-night sky. It is Beautiful Beauty is the yearning of this soul for you. For you are the beauty and you are the beautiful. Beauty is ; what i feel for you. Though feeling - the feelings not conveyed. how i desire you. Though desiring - those desires controlled. how i want you. Though wanting - those wants restrained. how i miss you. Though missing - the missing curbed . Beauty is not a pretty face. It's a glowing soul which radiates its brightness. And you are the glow, you are the soul and you are the radiance. Thus, I see you in everything I can comprehend as beautiful.
A few nights back, while not full awake and not fully asleep - in that transition state - I dreamt that I was a star. I felt as my soul is ascending up and high above the cosmos and on to heavens. I felt the emptiness of the vastness and darkness of the nothingness that existed around me. And a coldness engulfed me, seeping to my very core. I felt detached and distanced, a coldness and darkness, and wondered what's it so nice to be a star. All alone and forlorn in the sky! But then, my soul stirred and i was reminded of myself and my Love. And a yearning to give warmth to my Love shook the very essence of me and my soul. And a passion like no other started burning within me, creating a warmth so intense and a light so bright. And thus, I was the star in mid-sky Shining like the star I should. And as I shined down, I just hoped...just hoped that through distance and through time, my Shine will reach my Love, to give twinkles to her eyes, warmth to her self and a smile to her lips. I hoped, hope beyond hope that my Light will reach to her and lead her well, and keep her passion and hopes alive, though dark clouds may come and stormy night may pass. And as I shined down, I glimpsed as a speck the soul of my Love, under my tiny spark, looing up at me smiling with a contented smile. That made the heart of my Star-Soul thud - and just within a flick of a second, the soul is in my mortal human body - and i was wide awake. But I feel the passion, and i feel the warmth and I feel as i radiate the light, of the Star that I was - passionate, and warm and radiating light, just because and just for my Love.
So my Love, as my soul and me walk on, though we are distanced by space and by time as days turn to months and months to years, the passion in this soul burns for you and this self yearns for you. And I live on Hope that, what little warmth and light I radiate - just like the Star I was in my Dream - reaches you to make give you warmth, comfort and a smile. For that is the hope and cause that give me the warmth and reason to withstand this dark madness.
Of storms in tea-cups and mountains from mole-hills, Of needles in hay-stacks and dew drops in oceans, Of castles in thin air and grand mansions on clouds, Of all this entangled and untangled, is what Life's made. Of bangles that dangles and rambles and wrangles, Of cinnamons and spices and vehemence and guises, Of molecules and granules and ridicules and dumb mules, Of all this defined and confined, is what Life's made. Of slumbers and hungers and monsters and thunders, Of mistakes that predates and heartaches on cupcakes Of hoping and coping and brawlings and roaming Of all this aspired and respired, is what Life's made.
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