Words can't convey the truth

I never approached life as a life,
I always hide behind my egoistic character, because I had a feeling that whatever I do I will face unnecessary judgments by the people.

Later I  realise , u have to do what's necessary irrespective of the people shitty opinions.
If I had a right to judge people then they also should have right to judge me.
I can't stop them.

But things are not as clear cut and simple  as they appear, they had layers of facts and fiction.

If someone have to really speak the truth   what kind of truth he will choose,
A truth who really want to tell people about himself or the truth he wanted to hide.

I know what u all are thinking, what kind of truth and opinions I m talking about
And most importantly why the hell he is talking about this all shit.

So as I say earlier there are truth which I wanted to convey earlier and there are truths which i wanted to hide, so I am trying to reveal all the truths which distressing me for years.

If I am say I am on path of discovering my self,
I will slightly deviate from the fact,
If I will say I am on the path of discovering nature's law of success and failure
I ,ll still be wrong,
Or
If I say I am on the spiritual path, in the search of supreme,
And put some hardcore spiritual terms,
It will still deviate from the fact who I am,

Whatever frame of words I will chose, I will be unable to spoke truth about me,

As they say the moment you utter the truth it will become lie,

My dairy- SUPPRESED DESIRES

It usually take time for people to accept what they are not used to.
So it will take some time,
But slowly and steadily I will get enough motivation to keep writing things which people are not usually allowed to say..

Today I just want to share my views on desperation of youngsters.

Sometimes I just feel there are so much of idiotic things I counter on Facebook that pisses me off.

The first and the foremost thing that men  are so much deprived of their desires nowadays that they like women post just to get their attention.
I never understand that why indian men are so much desperate to get over girls.

Each of the 1000 liker in girls post  has a
idiotic hope that they might get this girl,s attention once in life.

I have no issues with those kind of men.

But I fear that my country is so much deprived of love that only thoughts which came to people's mind is sex.

I have heard somewhere that sex and love both counter each other.

More the people are deprived of love,
More sexual desires arouse in them.
So I can safely say the way my country population is going, and the women are getting raped indicates that my country is deprived of love and care unlike any other country.

So what my country needs,
Obviously nourishment of love.
U can judge my opinions. U have complete right. But u have to understand one thing if only capital punishments and life punishments can cure rape culture.
U are absolutely wrong.
U have to think in a holistic way. Things are not as black and white as they appear.

If society can be cured by punishments,
Society has been cured already.
Our society, priest, politicians have successfully built a guilt system in our mind such that the moment we talk about sex , we started feeling guilty and humiliating.

Isn't it idiotic the only process which Is the base of human existence has not been discussed openly.
And afacuse the depreciation of our sexual desires is the reason of societies rape culture.

We are nothing but embodiment of guilt.

And the only thing in my point of view which can counter our suppressed desires is LOVE.
With that point , I closses my dairy off.

My dairy- LOVE

I have a habit of writing my mind from few years. Sometimes poems, sometimes shayaris, sometimes just long texts.
By the way I share very few of them.
Because the moment I share something,
I feel very ashamed that I put so much efforts still I m unable not to be comprehend by people, but its ok,
We all are in the same page.
The day we are born we put efforts just to get recognised by people.
But anyone succeed?
I doubt!
Just put it this way.
We all fail but degrees of failures differ from one to one,
Or time to time.
So I have chosen a very relatable topic for this article.
LOVE.
Yes you read it write LOVE.
The most misunderstood emotion in my point of view.
Our whole life, our descisions, our goals every thing is sorrounded by emotion  that is love and that's a fact ,u know!
We come into existence just because of love of two individuals,
We grew up because of love.
Everything is just sorrounded by this emotion.
It can be love between two individuals,
It can be love between you and your work,
Apart from love the only emotion which exist is hate, which Is too opposite of love. Hate exist because of love, otherwise there is no hate.
U love someone  and suddenly your ego clashes with that individual and u start hating each other.
But what I have discovered so far is that the truly loving person is one which is love with the existence.
If you are in love u must be in love with everything which surrounds,
Other wise it is not love.
By the way that is the purest case.
Second one are those who are  not in love with existence but with individuals.
If the lover is desparate to get his love means he is no more in love with sorroundings.
The more he becomes desparate the more he hates sorroundings.
But that doesn't means I m not in favour of loving individuals.
We all need companionship.
But every relationship has a limitations,
To go beyond limitations u have to accept the idea of loving your existential nature.

sach bataoonga

sach bataoonga

 

yakeen kar sach mein bataoonga,
yakeen kar ab na chupaonga,
chahe jeevan ke saare panne nagn ho jaye,
yah vo panne rakh mein hi kyu na tabdil ho jaye,
par mein sab bataunga,

kise pta kab aur kahan meri peedaien khatm hongi,
par ab beparwah ho jaoonga,
aur kuch na chupaonga,
sab kuch sach bataoonga,

koshish karunga shabd mere kuch bayaan kar sake,
kam pad jayenge toh aankhon ko manaoonga,
na maani aankhein ,
toh khud hi batlaoonga,
agar phir bhi hal na nikla ,
toh yuhi likhta chala jaoonga,
par sab sach bataoonga,

mujhe nahi lagta meri indriyaan mera bayaan kar paengi,
yeh toh waqt ki mohtaaz hai,
waqt ke saath kamjor pad jaengi,

bas reh jaegi toh shwaas,
dehakti hui ,machalti hui ,sulagti hui,
jo aatma swaroop le legi,
par khatm na ho paegi,

shayad apne shabdo mein us sulagti hui shwaas ko daba jaoonga,
kuch batane ki koshish karunga,
kuch jatane ki sazish karunga,

ho sake toh padh lena mere alfazo ko,
ho sake dhoond lena unme shwaaso ko,
phir bhi jaan na paaein agar tum mera sach,
toh dubara laut ke aaonga,
par sach toh bataoonga,