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
इस जंगल जैसे शहर में, भीड़ और कोतुहल के किनारे, वह दिखा मुझे सफ़ेद सा, चेहरे पर उसके मंद सी मुस्कान थी, हथेली में समां जाए , इतनी नन्ही सी जान थी .
निहारती रही मैं उसको, पर नाम न दे पायी . वह थोड़ा चलने लगा, मैं भी उसके पीछे चल पड़ी, कुछ सुझा नहीं उसके अलावा , उस पल , उस घड़ी .
यु लगा उसमे ताक़त असीम है , फुर्ती से बढ़ जायेगा , शायद हम दोनों को एक दूजे से सुकून मिल पायेगा . पर न जाने क्यों , वक़्त को ये मंज़ूर नहीं था या शायद हालात ने किया शिकार , की जाने अनजाने घातक हुआ दिल पे वार.
वह मंज़र, वह पल हवा के साथ गायब हो गया . अब तक समझ नहीं पायी क्या हुआ , पर कुछ तो था और वह खो गया .
कैसा मज़ाक करता है तू खुदाया, की मेरे ही नियम मुझ पर हॅसते हैं, टूट जाते हैं बांधे जो बंधन, जब आज़ादी की उम्मीद में मन के पंछी तरसते हैं… उन्मुक्त गगन…कब खुलेगा तू आसमान .. कब मुझे भी आवाज़ देगा ये जहाँ… झूठा ख्याल चाहे कितना भी चमके, झूठा ही होता है… हर चमकती चीज़ को हीरा मानने वाला , आखिर में रोता है .. पर शुक्र है खुदाया आँख बंद होने से पहले खुल गयी… की आखों में पड़ी चमकती रेत धुल गयी… साफ़ है मंज़िल , तन्हाई से क्या वास्ता .. आये कोई न आये कोई…ढूंढ लुंगी अपना रास्ता …
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