She loved herself in words, in sentences, in art and in thoughts more than in photos and mirror.
She loved how words and art could envelope her in mystery, leaving her free for imgination and interpretation.
Sometimes between lines and in the white spaces left after drawing, she saw her unspoken feelings floating, desiring to move out of the spaces limiting her in pages.
How beautiful it is to be a piece of art or literature, to be timeless, to be someone who evokes otherworldly imgination making you different and immortal in this finite world…..
आजकल हवा चलती है, बहती नहीं,
इसीलिए शायद नीम का पेड़ पत्तियाँ गिराता है न चाहते हुए भी…
छोटी थी जब मैं तो पेड़ से झरती थीं पत्तियाँ खुद अपनी खुशी से,
हरी-पीली और थोड़ी सूखी पत्तियों के ढेर पर कूदने का संगीत दिखाता था उनकी खुशी…
आज भी ढेर लगा है बाहर, मुर्झायी भूरी-काली पत्तियों का,
बोरे में भरकर ले जा रहा है सफाईवाला, फुरसत ही नहीं है बच्चों को कूदने की।
When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell into their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart.
And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
Whenever I look into the eyes of animals, I always find a sweet innocent creature existing there. A creature who questions humanity and asks “why are we animals more loving and faithful than you?
Mind and heart, I think, can’t work together or is it that your mind shrinks your heart?
“Proud are we being animals and feel pity for you who though having mind and heart, lack one when using other. And happy we are using everything we have got and giving everything we can.”
“You feel you are superior and way ahead, and this we feel, makes us superior. We may not create structures as you do, but we do create composition of love, care, faith and innocence in our and your hearts. One can’t be rich with empty rigid hearts….”
You know what the best thing in life is?
It is when you create your own life, you create a life existing simultaneously with this real world. A life where you can laugh, go wherever you want to, meet people you always desired and own a home which satisfy you the most. Then you befriend some amazing people and talk to them about everything your heart knows. They console you and you listen to them. You cry, laugh, smile and jump altogether to express how happy you are. You suddenly start loving the life you are living.
But when are you going to get such life?
Now itself if you want to. Just take a paper and let your imagination wander in universe. Let your thoughts create a different world. Let yourself feel the emotions you never felt before. Now let your ink flow freely and smoothly to give your thoughts a physical material form.
That’s how you create your own world, that’s how you live thousand, lakhs of lives in this one life.
Writing is not just a hobby, it is your vehicle to move to other planets, to discover the places which are still unknown to humanity……