Someone told my dad I don’t know how to talk Perhaps they are right. For I tend to speak my mind. They like girls who are polite and demure, Girls who let them take the lead, Timid and unsure. Girls who are labelled docile, homely and kind But I prefer to speak my mind Being polite and respectful is a virtue, Respect is mutual; If you respect me I will respect you. Men often feel it’s their birthright to be heard. And treat women like their property or like cattle and herd. Such a thinking is quite common to find But I prefer to speak my mind. Those who oppress love finding faults in those who stand up for their rights They like to berate and admonish those who fight But those who refuse to bow down are the leaders of mankind And I love to speak my mind. -Shailaza Singh
When you write a poem or a couplet or a song It doesn’t need you to think for long It flows like the river And it finds a home in your heart It is more than a work of art. It is a dictat from your higher self, It is the universe conversing and consoling you Through these words it is telling you what you need to know or what you need to do A poem is like music that doesnt require you to think It is a symphony, a song that you already know how to sing It is a true reflection of your inner voice Which you sometimes can’t hear in everyday life Because of the incessant noise So when a poem rains in your heart Let it drench you with its words Let it flow For then it will whisper to you What you really need to learn What you really need to know -Shailaza Singh
The school education Doesn’t teach you about your mental health, Physical excercise, English, Math and History All is taught. But no one delves into the mystery That is you! What you think, what you feel. Nothing is explored or revealed.
In a school, You are not an individual unique, Making you part of the millions is what they seek. No one tells you where your calling lies, You try to gather the grades But your heart cries Then based on those grades Which reveal nothing about the personality inside, They categorise you and decide Who you are and what you can do. But no one asks you. They put you into preset categories A very round peg into a very square hole They don’t care what your heart says They don’t bother about your soul. What is the point of an education That converts humans into cattle or herd? Or classifies someone as geeky or nerd? When will we have places that celebrate the uniqueness of humans? And let them flower and grow the way they are meant to be? Why do we still have the ‘one size fits all’ for everyone who is born on this planet Earth? If thats the case, then set up factories for babies, Why bother giving birth? – Shailaza Singh
They worked for years And one fine day they were told to leave All their dreams came crashing down It was hard for them to believe The company they had given their life and blood all these years Made them face their worst fears Just because the guys at the top couldn’t take the cut And to face their employees they didnt have the guts Today those employees stand at crossroads of a new era Where their education and experience will become their guide They are just waiting for the turning of the tide They will create a new workplace For all those who have lost their jobs in the same way Perhaps its a beginning of a new era where India will become the new power Where innovation , hardwork will make enterprise flower. Now it will be us who will create opportunities We will stay at home, We won’t be the ones wandering to new lands, This time the power will be in our hands And the world will flock to our door And we will not have brain drain anymore. -Shailaza Singh
Not knowing is okay too… Not knowing what decision to take.. Not knowing what are the stakes Not knowing what to do… Not knowing is okay too..
Not knowing what is right or wrong.. Not knowing how to be strong.. Not knowing which way to go.. Not knowing the things to know.. Not knowing how to start your life anew Not knowing is okay too…
As the river of time flows, It reveals wave by wave what it knows The hidden secrets are washed on the sandy shore. The destiny reveals what’s in store As these moments meet and bid adieu.. One thing is for sure.. Not knowing is okay too..
The words find the paper They flow like a bubbling stream… The writer writes or so it seems.. But that’s an illusion understood by a few Not knowing is okay too
‘I’ is a festering wound, Open yet covered lightly The moment someone touches the ‘I’ Or even looks at it The pain arises ever so slightly The being writhes in pain For the ‘i’ knows no compassion or mercy but only losses and gains Those who are wounded with the ‘I’ Have only one aim That the other’s ‘I’ shouls hurt just the same. An ‘I’ for an ‘I’ is what the world is after. The ‘I’ looks for its new prey amidst the revelry and laughter. The ‘I’ wants reverence, relevence and fame No wonder on all those secret donations we still have those names The ‘I’ loves pains and fights Planning and plotting it stays up all nights… If the ‘I’ infects the others , it becomes a ‘we’ Then it avenges its hurts…through wars and famine and all that it can be. The ‘I’ tries to trick death by leaving its name even after its passing away. The ‘I’ wants the world to remember it everyday How do I heal the ‘I’ in me? When ‘I’ is the only thing I can see? Or may be I see ‘me’ in everything, everywhere… May be I can heal ‘I’ with a heartfelt gratitude and prayer.. -Shailaza Singh
We claim to have conquered the stars. We claim that our technological advancement Knows no bars. We claim to have discovered cures for every disease. Who are we kidding? When will our ego trips cease? There are still people dying of diseases unknown Pandemics are raging in the world, The problems have not lessened, Instead they have grown. We lose people to death, The doctors shrug their shoulders and say I am sorry. Cancer, heart attacks, all these diseases tell us a different story. We are still the society we were some centuries ago. Why people die or why they fall ill? We had no idea then and even now we don’t know. Or perhaps these truths are only in the hands of a privileged few Those who buy these secrets are rolling in money, which is not the case with me or you. We common folks are told about destiny and how things cannot be changed. Since eons, we have been told the same story. Don’t you find that strange? What is that has changed from yesteryears to this day? We just have more clothes to wear and better homes to stay. There are fables, myths, stories and theories about why people die or what death really means, But despite our advancements, we are no where closer to the truth it seems. -Shailaza Singh
Is this why Gods came down to Earth, To incarnate in a physical plane? A planet where you can touch the energy And feel the joy, ecstacy and pain? Is this why people mourn for dear ones Despite knowing the immortality of the soul? Because the physical expression of love makes you feel alive and whole? When we someone passes away, we don’t lament their passing But we cry for the loss of expressions in the physical plane. We lament not hearing the person respond When we call out his name. We cry for we will not be able to touch them anymore. We are sad because we will never see them walk out of that door. Yet we know, the person is not gone, his essence is still there. That is why we keep communicating throughout our lives through thoughts and prayers. And the person too communicates through these channels, thoughts and dreams Our loved ones never leave us Even though it may seem. Ye we must let go, so that they can be with us and yet fulfill their new role Love is what binds us, a force greater than time…love is the goal Look beyond the physical form, everything is alive From form to formless that is what our aim is Whether it is about our loved ones or about the power supreme And one day we evolve enough to realize Not all that we see is the truth… The unseen world rules all that is seen. -Shailaza Singh
He doesn’t say anything yet he knows. He watches, he sometimes warns. Of the dangers, of the problems, of the thorns. But his signals and signs like him are like a silent alarm, He tells your heart of the pending storm in an unnatural calm He asks your intuition to walk with him Every day he tells you to savour the present, to each day open his gift, For though he walks in his own speed Yet his judgements are swift. He asks you to treasure the pleasures that are sent your way He asks you to not put off anything till tomorrow Just do what you can today… He tells you to live and love everyday. He is time, the omnipresent God above Gods He has a magical balm that heals wounds, heartbreaks and sorrows and he cuts the ego with a powerful sword He comes quickly when it is time to go, How time flies, we will never know. So be with him, for those who savour his present, Spend time with your loved ones, For when the time comes, you will never know where they went. Have no regrets about the bygones or the past, For this present will also not last. And live a life in all its splendour and glory So make your choice, be with time and write your own story… -Shailaza Singh
We are multi dimensional beings, you and I. Our souls inhabit this body, Just like the clothes our body wears, We discard those clothes when they become old or get a tear.
We are multi dimensional beings, We travel across time and space, We have are missions to fulfill and lessons to learn We are blessed with power and grace.
We are multi dimensional beings, With each birth we evolve and grow, Which chapter will the life book open at? We will never know..
We are multi dimensional beings With each birth, we grow a little in our power, Just like a bud, each time we blossom into a more magnificent flower.
We are multi dimensional beings, The expressions of a powerful universal magic Where everything is about lessons There is nothing bad or tragic
We are multi dimensional beings Don’t be fooled by our skins dark or light, We are the sunrays that power up the moon at night.
We are multi dimemsional beings We are here to experience the theatre of the earth We all have our roles to play, We gracefully exit, shed our costumes and hug the actors back stage We move on to our next assignment, our next phase
We are multi dimensional beings, We forget our true nature So that we can remember again in this divine play. That we are all here to play a role, None of us is here to stay. -Shailaza Singh
The ones who pass away Never really leave For their breath becomes the air that rustles the leaves. The ones who pass away Are always around.. For they become the earth…the very ground… The ones who pass away Are always there.. For the sun and the rain show us their care They flow in the sparkling lakes, They shimmer in the stars, They become our guardians Where ever we are… The ones who pass away Now have many roles to play… For they appear as the moonbeams that meet you every day… For the ones who pass away Have served their time on this earth… Now they are free to be with all those who love them… Without all the limitations of time, space and birth…
I know you are watching…. flow like the wind… be like the rain…. be around… Watch over us… Until we meet again…
खुद से लड़ना इतना आसान नहीं, की पीडियों से ये आदतें चली आ रहीं हैं. ईमारत की नींव को खोद कर फिर बनाना काफी दर्द भरा एहसास हो जाता है .. शरीर भी अपनी मनमानी कितनी चलाता है.. दिमाग भी कुछकम नहीं क्योंकि दर्द उसको भी कहाँ कबूल हो पाता है..
सोचो तो लगता है आसान है मंज़िल… पर हर कदम पर लड़ना है कितना मुश्किल. जो अब तक न किया वह उम्रों के बाद करने जा रहे हैं.. जाने खुद को या दुनिया को क्या दिखा रहे हैं
बस एक ज़िद्द है जो कुछ अँधेरी राहों का उजाला हो जैसे. ज़िद्द की तलवार लिए हमने खुद पर ही कर दी चढाई, अब देखते हैं कौन जीतेगा ये अजीब सी लड़ाई…
Its not easy to fight your own heart, your own body or your own mind,
Its not easy to leave the beliefs you have grown up on behind,
Its not easy to bear pain even if it is for your own good,
It is not easy to swallow a bitter pill even though you know you should.
A stubborn will is all that you have to take on this strange fight,
To resist the comfort and to do what is painful but also right.
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