Monday, August 29, 2011

Just Have Faith...

"Only if you have existence and gasp, have faith... Have faith for
those who cannot.. Have faith albeit you have stopped believing...
Have faith for the sake of the departed, for love, to keep your heart
thumping, have faith... Never give up, never despair, and let no
secrecy perplex you to a conclusion that mystery can't be yours..."
--
hamza ..

Thursday, August 25, 2011

The thing called conscience...

Ever gone through this circumstance when you are required to keep your
lips shut and you still keep on trickling out words...?
There are actually two basic conditions which make us do these things.
One when you're unable to hang up your antagonism and the other, when
you show pointlessly too much of care. And both of them deplete you
off your self-esteem and way of life. It is said that one must try and
ignore things that they know would lead them to both anger and
disparagement.
Actually everybody knows what makes them angry. This is one such thing
that should be evaded as much as we can. Anger leads to abhorrence and
we all know what hatred has led people to, in the epic history of this
world. An angry man is like a black sheet of paper. Whatever we try to
write on it, would disappear from sight eventually though it still
exists there and it would only be visible, with the gradual course of
time, when we face it to the sun at some particular slant, at some
particular position. But, this will only be realised, when the anger
is already done with its obliteration.
But anger can be handled by just one antonymic act... Silence ... the
golden thing that would remain visible even on that dark sheet.
The other condition is what we call the Superfluous Care. Everybody
faces this, and not just once but, inestimable number of times in a
lifetime. It begins when others rely on you for a diminutive thing and
you begin to believe that you are their eventual caretakers. A
feeling, that brings a smile on your face and countless number of
thoughts in your mind.
Human beings are one of a kind. The ones we love, we love incessantly
and the ones we hate, we hate nonetheless as much.
We show concern for the ones who we believe are ours and put across
whatever they ask for. We believe they live in our hearts (though we
know practically that our hearts contain only blood; idiots as we
are!!).
We put in all efforts to make them realise that we care, just for that
little smile on their face, irrespective of what the consequences that
our effort, the act, might lead us into. But, we do not realise this
unless they slam this statement of ignorance and ill behavior. They
start behaving like they could control every action of ours,
"Ascendancy" as we call it. And why should they not...? Isn't this
what every human being craves a lot about...?
We all are humans and we all do have faced this, sometimes being at
the giving end and sometimes at the receiving end. We have...
Let's put an end to this ... Let's listen to our conscience that we
usually slaughter for both anger and stupid care...
Let's care for the ones who altruistically care for us and noiselessly
slam the door on those who desire supremacy...
This is how we will attain what, beyond doubt, is ours and live this
little life contentedly and in the warmth of that love and affection
we only dream about...
And there will be life ... in bliss...

--
hamza ..

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Happy Man ...

it was said it is a myth ..
to see a happy man ever ..
he's born with tears ..
the agony and pain he knows ...
he grows with a burden ...
to carry his life, his life with others ..
he works and works and works hard ..
and works and works and works even harder ...
to earn to earn to live ...
to sustain his life and everyone in it ...
he grows and grows to marry one day ...
just with a thought that the burden would be shared ...
lest he knows what he's to percieve ..
another person, another burden in addition ...
to carry along, all his life ..
and some people say, even hereafter ...
and this spree of sadness ....
does never die although he dies ..
so a happy man is a myth ...
a myth .. a myth .. a myth ...

--
hamza ..