Bhagwan

Uske na hone ka khauf nahi hai,

Uske na sunne par kashmkash na hogi,

Uske chod jane par shayad ab gam bhi na hoga,

Uske hone par bhi, uspe ab aas nahi hai,

Jitni sanse jujhi hai uske bharose, bhula di gayi gintiyon ke dar se,

Uspe nisar hone par ab vishwas nahi hai

Voh nahi mere liye yahan maujud,

Saath hai uska us chor tak, jis kaam ke liye voh tere saath chala hai,

Mere kinaro ki uljhano ke vaste duniiya kahan kabhi ruki hai,

Voh aakhir hai kaun ab, bematlab ho chala hai,

Aitbar ke ilzam ab jayaz nahi hai,

Bas yunhi, ab meri tere par asastha nahi hai.

And then comes a time when you realize there is a place where people do not understand each other, do not want to, and delude themselves with feel good simple explanations of complexities.

There is a place where the incapacity of one, makes the other, shortness of sensibility of one is an experience of greatness in the other.

As if the diseased existence is a comfortable choice - a place to rest and retire.

If the sun actually would set, for it to rise every day we would be drenched in it's life blood. As we only expect it to rise and if it does not it is the weak one eaten by the demons.

World is unfair and to expect fairness is to delude oneself in the sugary happy ever afters.....there is no ever after and no peace ...it is just a journey of crystalized life blood and a full stop when there is no more anywhere to go  and no more life left to spend.