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Advaita Inamdar

Silence / No Regrets

Silence

 

The meaning of life is in-between the lines,

But the spaces between them are only stories,

Of broken hearts, of unrequited love and lost lovers,

For those ghosts of regrets, and of those countless unspoken words,

Haunt these forlorn lovers’ hearts with their weeping and waning,

Silence was their enemy and they stumbled into their graves themselves,

For they knew not; that believing those proverbs blindly would cost so dearly,

And that some things are not best left unsaid,

It is not the words but silence that kills you,

For the regret in your heart, will slowly desecrate your happiness,

And the silence of your love; will cause you to wither and die.

 

No Regrets

 

But telling her she was the one,

The precious sunshine of his life,

That she was an angel,

A blessing in disguise,

He thought she was his poem,

And brought his words to life,

That all signs led him,

Only to her door,

He poured his heart out,

So there remained no doubt,

But alas it wasn’t meant to be,

And it wasn’t silence or regret in the end,

But his own words that were the death of him.

– Advaita Inamdar

 

 

Last week, I happened to read a poem or quote on some blog (my apologies, as I can’t recall where :P) that implied that “some things are best left unsaid”. Silence is golden as the proverb goes, but when it comes to the matters of the heart; does it apply? There always two sides to a coin and so as I began thinking, these two poems came out as a result. Of course, here they both result in death; but that’s just me channelling my inner Shakespeare I suppose. 😉

Below are a few quotes that I agree with, that perhaps silence is not the best way forward when it comes to matters of the heart.

 

“I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.”
— C.S. Lewis

 

“Many times in life I’ve regretted the things I’ve said without thinking. But I’ve never regretted the things I said nearly as much as the words I left unspoken.”
— Lisa Kleypas

 

But what about the reality, that many people keep their feelings and emotions for someone the care about hidden in the depths of their heart. The truth and love in their heart never finds its way to their lips or in the form of words on paper. They never tell anyone and like some secrets, they take it to the grave with them. But, I feel that is a terrible way to live life. Not knowing, what would’ve happened if you had expressed the truth of your heart despite knowing the consequences.

 

“If you simply ignored the feeling, you would never know what might happen, and in many ways that was worse than finding out in the first place. Because if you were wrong, you could go forward in your life without ever looking back over your shoulder and wondering what might have been.”
— Nicholas Sparks

 

But, perhaps I fail to comprehend the logic behind their decisions. Perhaps saying what’s in your heart and mind does have tragic repercussions. You may stand to lose a friend or someone dear to you for life. Because sometimes telling the truth can be like burning a bridge, and once it’s done you cannot cross that bridge ever again.

 

And so my question to all of you dear friends is this, What do you feel is the best way to deal with matters of the heart? Is it better to be courageous and take the risks to find out what might happen or is our fear of losing someone that keeps us silent more righteous than the need to satisfy our mind’s curiosity and live with no regrets.

 

What do you think? Where do you stand? Please do share your thoughts and experiences; for I’m always looking forward to reading your views and having some enlightening conversations!

 

Cheers, your fellow blogger friend Advaita. 🙂

 

P.S.: I also want to share below two poems that always resonated with me, and are also relevant to my post above.

 

“In secret we met
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.”
— George Gordon Byron

 

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
— Omar Khayyám

 

Image credit: Love kills from Flickr used under C.C. by 4.0

Bliss

What joy

would it be;

if I were able to

go to heaven?

What bliss

would feel like;

 if I could

go to heaven?

 

But you see

there are angels

here on earth too;

You need

pure eyes

to spot them,

You need

to open your heart

to be able to love them,

 

They came down

upon this earth

to help us cleanse our sins;

they are truly special

for they carry in their hearts

a piece of heaven,

 

Perhaps one day

I will find a place

in such an angel’s heart;

She will teach me

the meaning

of selfless love;

you see it’s truly an art;

 

Perhaps

I may never

go to heaven,

nor find a way

into her heart;

 

But even if

in her thoughts

I could be;

I would find

true bliss

in my heart!

 

– Advaita Inamdar

 

Having not posted something over that past two weeks, I would like to apologize for being lost in my own thoughts and gotten busy with the banality of my work. However, I felt like I should share something about what makes me ponder quite often. That is Bliss. What really makes me happy? The answer to that question changes over a period of time is what I’ve come to notice. But how does one achieve bliss?

 

“If you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.”
― Joseph Campbell

 

That quote does make it sound quite simple. But how do I define bliss? What makes me happy is still quite unclear to be honest. I think most of us wonder about this question, “What makes me happy?” And I believe doing whatever is fun makes me happy; it’s just that simple I feel sometimes.

 

“People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing.”
― Dale Carnegie

 

But that’s not entirely true, is it? Doing something is fun for a while, but one does get bored with it eventually. That’s the real truth, only thing permanent is change. You can’t have fun all the time and that just sucks big time.

 

“My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

 

The whole problem stems from the fact that we as humans are never satisfied. The mind always keeps wandering from thought to thought, idea to idea. Perhaps practicing a little meditation is required on a daily basis. Just to calm the turbulent waters that flow through our minds continuously and to find a little peace amongst the chaos of our fast paced lives. Maybe I’ll start meditating everyday from today, let’s see where that takes me.

 

“It’s good to be just plain happy, it’s a little better to know that you’re happy; but to understand that you’re happy and to know why and how and still be happy, be happy in the being and the knowing, well that is beyond happiness, that is bliss.”
― Henry Miller

 

So, while this post began as a simple poem it has taken a completely different direction altogether. Being philosophical and pondering about the meaning of life is a bit of an ancestral genetic problem, but I’m going to stop before any of you get bored and run for the hills! 😛

 

With this post I also wanted to thank all of you my dear fellow bloggers, for all the love you have shown and all the wonderful conversations we have shared over the past four months. When I started my blog exactly 4 months back, I would have never imagined that there would be over 400 people following it and that I would receive 3,250+ views and 1,250+ visitors!

 

I’m truly thankful for all the love and the fact that all of you take the time to read and share your thoughts with me. I truly appreciate all my blogger friends here, because reading your blogs, comments and thoughts really makes me happy every single time! I’m really happy to have made so many wonderful friends and I look forward to exchanging many more fascinating conversations with all of you in the future too.

Cheers, your bliss seeking blogger friend Advaita 🙂

 

Image credit: 105 from Flickr used as is under C.C. by 4.0

Human & Humanity (Insaan aur Insaaniyat)

Insaan

Jab insaan hi apna khoon bahaney chala hai,

Dilon ko samjhne ki umeed kiss se karu?

Jab insaan hi apne dil ko dafan kar chala hai,

Toh mohabbat ki umeed kiss se karu?

Jab insaan hi goliyon ki barsaat kar chala hai,

Toh aansuo ke sawaan ki umeed kiss se karu?

Jab insaan hi apne maut ki taraf bhaaga chala hai,

Toh zindagi ki umeed kiss se karu?

Jab insaan hi Khuda ki raah bhul kar chala hai,

Toh ibadat ki umeed kiss se karu?

– Advaita

 

Translation:

 

Human

 

When man is out to spill his own blood,

Who shall I expect will understand the hearts?

When man has only buried his heart,

Who shall I expect the love from?

When man is only out there spraying bullets,

Who shall I expect will shed tears like the rain?

When man is only running towards his death,

Who shall I expect to live?

When man has only forgotten the path of God,

Who shall I expect prayers from?

 

Insaaniyat

Kabhi deewaron aur zanjeeron ke aage bhi dekh,

Tu insaaniyat hi bhul gaya hai;

Kabhi khud se puch aur zara aine mein dekh,

Tu insaan hokar bhi insaaniyat se dushman kar gaya hai!

– Advaita

Translation:

 

Humanity

 

Dare to look beyond the walls and chains,

You have forgotten what it means to be human;

Take a good look in the mirror and ask yourself,

Despite being a human, you have become an enemy of humanity!

 

In the wake of recent events, be it in my country or globally there seems to be an increase in violence and bloodshed. Be it the unrest and curfew in Kashmir, the attacks in France, the bombings in Pakistan or the constant war like situations arising in the Middle East. It really gives rise to many questions in my mind. Has man forgotten what it means to be humane? Has humanity lost its capacity for compassion? Has the human race lost its way in this self created chaos? So, I went looking for hope and a few words from the wise. Below are a few pearls of wisdom.

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Lost & Found

With every single bloody tear she shed,

In place of love, sorrow she bred,

With a broken heart inside she bled,

She wept and wept, till all her pain fled,

Dreams became better, and free from dread,

Slowly the chaos cleared in her head,

They all did see, all those who thought she was dead,

That she sailed out of the storm, and came out ahead,

She may have lost her love in the ocean,

But in the end, she found herself instead.

― Advaita Inamdar

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Dreamgirl / Meri Mehbooba

She is cute as a penguin and cold as Antarctic ice,

I’m afraid that the sun might just melt her real nice,

 

The heat and all the sweat, has her prone to fainting,

The sweat and all the warmth, could ruin my painting,

 

I’m glad she’s not just a picture but indeed a reality,

I’m really quite smitten by her loving sweet personality,

 

She’s like the smell of fresh raspberries and sweet peaches,

She’s probably even prettier than all those sandy beaches,

 

Though I haven’t met her yet, I tell you she’s a real delight,

My plan is to someday, get on that nonstop flight,

 

Because I can’t wait to see her and have her in my arms,

I’d make her swoon to the music and all my seductive charms,

 

I’d hold her real tight in my hulk like embrace,

She’d know exactly what’s to happen is a disgrace,

 

Letting passion take over and begin that slow rhythmic dance,

For the night is young and awaiting for us to take a chance,

 

For you in me and me in you are just reflections people would see,

Two lovers meeting, for a moment fleeting, we’ve waited an eternity!

 

Advaita Inamdar

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True Lovers

Aksar mohabbat hojaati hai logon ko kagaz se,

Par sach toh yeh hai;

Ke jazbaat toh kaid hai uss syahi mein,

Jiska asli pyaar toh woh kalam hai;

Jo khud se judaa kar uss syahi ko,

Kagaz par ek dastaan bana gaya.

– Advaita

 

Translation in English:

 

Often people fall in love with the paper,

But the truth is;

That the emotions are imprisoned in the ink,

Whose true love is that pen;

Which parted the ink from itself,

And left a fairytale upon the paper!

– Advaita Continue reading “True Lovers”

A way back into Love

I cannot assure you,

that I can make your wounds and scars disappear;

However I can assure,

that I shall try to create better memories;

That makes life a much more pleasant journey,

For we are but love trapped in these vessels;

And whenever we empty them,

we only make more place for love to fill us again.

Advaita

Continue reading “A way back into Love”

Curves

A bad girl with curves

is like a winding road

with no speed limits.

It’s the need for speed

that drives men to her;

but it’s a death race

for those,

who know not

how to respect her.

It’s not the fast and furious

that win the race,

it’s those with the skills

who know how to handle the pace.

 

– Advaita

Continue reading “Curves”

Syahi ke mohtaj / Dependent on Ink

Socha tha likhenge tumhare liye,

jab tak syahi khatam nahi hoti;

Humein kya pata tha,

ke rooh se nikalne wale alfaaz;

syahi ke mohtaj nahi hotey!

– Advaita

Translated in English

Thought I would write for thee,

Until I ran out of ink;

Little did I know,

that words coming out of the soul;

are not dependent on ink !

 

Sometimes I want to write a poem, but it doesn’t work like that. And sometimes I feel the urge to write even when I am not prepared for it. It makes me very curious, because I never know when, why or for whom I may write a poem ! It drives me crazy at times not knowing the answer to these puzzles called our heart and mind. But I am not alone, many poets and writers have also pondered and faced the same problems I suppose. Haven’t you ? Share you experiences below, I would love to hear.  🙂 Continue reading “Syahi ke mohtaj / Dependent on Ink”

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