how human are we ?

Series of events that keep happening make me wonder abt the same ...But today the question stayed with me for the whole day and whatever i do it remains in my mind ..

Only till i found this from amma, she says ,

"My Children, try to be a real human being. Try to feel the suffering of keep others. You are not a machine or an animal or a demon.You are a human being. You represent the human race. So try to be loving and compassionate, because those are the signs of an evolved life. Remember, only a human being can develop compassion and empathize with others.You may think, "If they are suffering, it is their karma." But thinking about their karma is none of your business. If it is their karma to suffer, consider it your karma to help them.Only by helping others will you evolve.

No other species receives this precious gift from God the ability to understand and be compassionate. Utilise it!

i have no more questions now :) need to work on things though ...

The white room

I read this poem last year ie in august 2007,i liked it for its style and simple words with the meaning that u can understand if your read it again n again .. a lovely poem ... The White Room

The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret Which they were about to Make known to me-- And then didn't. Summer came. Each tree On my street had its own Scheherazade. My nights Were a part of their wild Storytelling. We were Entering dark houses, Always more dark houses, Hushed and abandoned. There was someone with eyes closed On the upper floors. The fear of it, and the wonder, Kept me sleepless. The truth is bald and cold, Said the woman Who always wore white. She didn't leave her room. The sun pointed to one or two Things that had survived The long night intact. The simplest things, Difficult in their obviousness. They made no noise. It was the kind of day People described as "perfect." Gods disguising themselves As black hairpins, a hand-mirror, A comb with a tooth missing? No! That wasn't it. Just things as they are, Unblinking, lying mute In that bright light-- And the trees waiting for the night. Charles Simic

kuch panktiyaan

When i started to write something after a long long time for my blog ..
I just happened to see this draft .. had scribbled something .. one day ..

घीरी है ए जिंदगी, kis vichaar मैं तू
क्यों है इतना डर तुझे
स्वीकार क्यों नहीं करती तू
क्यों है सचाई से भागना तुझे

हर कोई सहता है
हर कोई कहता है
हर कोई करता है
फिर क्यों है इन्कार तुझे
हर कोई बन ने मैं

क्यों है इतनी बंदिशें
क्यों है इतनी बेडियॉ
रोकती टोकती कैदी बनाती

पल पल हर पल

कब तक हँसी रहेगी
अंदर के दर्द को छुपाये

कब तक चलेगा यह सब ...

now i know why it was in draft ..b'coz i had not been able to end it well ..
i thought for a long time to end it well .. though i couldn't

Somethings don't need to have an end ...
Life goes on.....
and so are somethings associated with it ......

can't think of any appropriate title ...