Fathoming it deep...

There is a very extraordinary thing about this life..

The more you try to mine it deep, the more you see yourself still at

the surface...

Ever tried going down the memory lane of joy??

I'm sure nobody has ever done this... For it brings tears to the eye and lessens the

burden on our hearts which we don't want to release...

Pathetic, isn't it ??

The essential reason of a poignant smile is not about the present circumstances..

It is a combination of the past, the present and the future...

People, who counsel you to be glad about what you possess at present,

speak just ostensibly ... A disgustingly hard reality ...

Actually, every heart longs for that good past and wants to see the

future with a similar fate... And those who say their bad past isn't

something they lament ... They are wrong !! They lie ... !!

YES, they lie !!

The reality thus is, that we all want that state of inertia to prevail

in which we are the happiest... With our loved ones, with the ones we

care about, with the ones who care about us.. With the ones who listen

to us, with the ones who we want to hear from....

But the sad part is that...

Nobody cares

Nobody hears

Nobody stays

We were born with empty hands; we brought nothing with us...

And we shall return with nothing ...

We are mean animals,

After all, when we see people who are in more pain than us, don't we

feel relaxed that we are in a better state than them rather than

trying to be a reason to lessen their burden...

It's not that humanity has died,

It is that, humanity was as such, masqueraded, and only got revealed with time...

This is life... This is our life...

The Fathomed life ...

--
hamza ..

Failure...

The sphere of life is distended with lots of things. There are countless number of new entities that continuously add to our ever growing experience. New ideas tend to take birth in every mind, and over the course of time the urge to do something new always arises. And this is where the real test begins: “should I go for it or should I stop?”, “what if I failed?”, “what would others think if it didn’t work?”, “should I speak about this thing to somebody first?” etc. etc. The beginning itself of this new thing becomes shaky and this leads usually to failures.

It is observed that while our reactions to success are immediately positive, we sometimes have to cope with our failures before we can process them and move on. Coping with failure has sometimes been compared to coping with death, which means people sometimes seem to lose everything just because of this tiny hurdle thing to success called… “Failure”

Despite the fact that success and failure are antonyms, failure in every circumstance is not an antonym to success at all. Good books describe the opposite to success as “giving up”. In the normal perspective of an internet freak, being unsuccessful might mean if he does not get what he was trying to look for. But here I believe that “internet is a sea of resources, one only needs to bang the keyboard and fish out what is desired”. So being unsuccessful would mean giving up and not trying any further. This isn’t failure, is it?

When a baby begins learning how to walk, it doesn’t get it right on the very first instance. It is a gradual process. But it doesn’t give up having failed once, twice, thrice and so on… there actually is no track of how many attempts a baby requires when ot fully takes its first correct step. It is but natural to fall before a rise.

Learning is a gradually process and it takes time even for a genius to grasp everything. Being social people, accepting the fact that we have not been successful in something makes us feel embarrassed and this leads to aggravation. And this is not good for anyone. A setback if taken to heart produces cascading effects, which leads to believing in a very wrong conclusion that we are not fit to do the specified thing. And this conclusion usually arrives when it’s just a matter of time that a little more effort in the right direction might be it and success would arrive knocking at the door.

 Not all re-attempts are fruitful. Yet, the belief that they will can do wonders. A failed attempt is not to be looked upon as the last resort, but timely gearing up and a perfect frame of mind can prove productive. Once we have experienced the pain and disappointment that goes with not achieving something, we are also blessed with a deep sense of empathy towards others in distress.

Failing is by no means fun. It always remains as one of those viscerally painful emotions. But at the same time, it is also one of those enriching experiences that teach us some moral aspects of life like patience, modesty, pragmatism and compassion. 

Sometimes assuming the worst can be a shield to being unsuccessful. It actually does work in normal circumstances because whatever the outcome, with every eventuality it cannot be more than the worst that we are already in anticipation. But if we get anything better than this worst, it will always bring a sense of relief and peace to the soul.

With each of the failures that we might have had in life, we become stronger and stronger to face every grave situation and handle it prudently and in the right spirit.

 And now what makes the difference between an ordinary man and an extraordinary man. It is the amount of persistence that one shows towards the ambitions and a will to make them come true. Success doesn’t come to those who try to evade failures. It comes to those who don’t give up even if they fail in the attempt.

Actually failures are meant to make us the men of valor and to inculcate values so that we would be held high and not just successful individuals. Success is unfortunately attained but just once, but failures are actually countless that keep on adding to our experiences in life.

Face a hurdle here and expect being unsuccessful. If you succeed, you gain nothing but  a win; and if you lose, you gain everything but a win.

--
hamza ..

Want to Die...

how can i defy...
the hardest part, the lie...

it hurts when i see...
that i can't set myself free...

it's painful to believe...
that i'm left with no reason to live..

you came in when i never thought...
you left when you were all i sought...

seems just like yesterday...
words were so less, had so much to say...

i never knew that this pain would grow...
never thought my life would go so slow..

you said, it wasn't the way it should have...
was it not written, how else could it have ...

my mind asks me why, what made you think so..
when you meant the world, why did i let you go..

you ...

with every passing moment, every passing second .. i feel this
emptiness within me
it is something that i hardly can get out of of.. whenever i see
happiness, joy, i feel it's not for me at all..
just don't know what has happened to me ..
seems like i don't remember how to smile at all now ..

they say time heals all wounds...
but in my case, why is it that in whatever i do, i still feel hurt
inside .. it erupts every now and then ..
have just nothing to say to anyone ..
i just stop abruptly while i'm saying...
stop suddenly while i'm walking ...
the smile just fades away with every thought that comes to me..

emptiness was something i never had witnessed .. may be it is that ..
or may be it is the pain of the feeling that somebody who was or
rather is, very dear to me left me so suddenly that the trauma is
haunting me every second, every moment ...

i've begun talking to myself .. something i never ever had done all my life ...
wish you had never come into me ..
wish you never had sown seeds of trust ...
wish you never had said that you cared .

wish you never had made me smile ..
 wish you never had said i mattered ..

these things may be i would never be able to ask you ...
because now whenever i see you, it feels like i'm looking at a strange
someone ...

i'd never thought you would come into my life ... but you came ..
i'd never thought you would become a part of me ... but you became ..
i'd never thought you would do everything that i liked.. but you did ..
and when i had started believing that i had found someone who looked
as if was a mirror to me .. you left ..
you left ... you left ... you left .. you left .. you left .. you left ...
never to come back....

they say a tough man never cries ... i was one ... i was ...
but now look what you did to me ...
i just can't stop my tears ... i just can't ...
people call me mad ... call me names ...
yet they don't know what i'm going through ...
i would never ask you to stay forever ...
but what if you just stay for as long ...
i won't ask you to do anything stupid ..
but just don't leave like that ....
please .... please ...

O please ...

no star ever stays with the moon forever .. none does ..
it is all alone ... and will always remain alone ..
you are one of those stars ..
but till you're near ... i beg you to look down upon me with a little
sympathy..
a little sympathy ...

if only you're human ...

if only ...

The Little Steam Engine...

A little steam engine had a long train of cars to pull. She went along
very well till she came to a steep hill. But then, no matter how hard
shetried, she could not move the long train of cars. She pulled and
she pulled. She puffed and she puffed. She backed and started off
again. Choo! Choo! But no! The cars would not go up the hill.
At last she left the train and started up the track alone. Do you
think she had stopped working? No, indeed! She was going for help.
"Surely I can find someone to help me," she thought. Over the hill and
up the track went the little steam engine. Choo, choo, choo! Pretty
soon she saw a big steam engine standing on a side track. He looked
very big and strong. Running alongside, she looked up and said: "Will
you help me over the hill with my train of cars? It is so long and
heavy I can't get it over."
The big steam engine looked down at the little steam engine. Then he
said: "Don't you see that I am through my day's work? I have been
rubbed and scoured ready for my next run. No, I cannot help you." The
little steam engine was sorry, but she went on. Choo, choo, choo! Soon
she came to a second big steam engine standing on a side track. He was
puffing and puffing, as if he were tired. "That big steam engine may
help me," thought the little steam engine. She ran alongside and
asked: "Will you help me bring my train of cars over the hill? It is
so long and so heavy that I can't get it over." The second big steam
engine answered: "I have just come in from a long, long run. Don't you
see how tired I am? Can't you get some other engine to help you this
time?" "I'll try," said the little steam engine, and off she went.
Choo, choo, choo!
After a while she came to a little steam engine just like herself. She
ran alongside and said: "Will you help me over the hill with my train
of cars? It is so long and so heavy that I can't get it over." "Yes,
indeed!" said this little steam engine. "I'll be glad to help you, if
I can." So the little steam engines started back to where the train of
cars had been standing.
Both little steam engines went to the head of the train, one behind
the other. Puff, puff! Chug, choo! Off they started! Slowly the cars
began to move. Slowly they climbed the steep hill. As they climbed,
each little steam engine began to sing: "I-think-I-can! I-think-Ican!
I-think-I-can! I-think-I-can!..." And they did! Very soon they were
over the hill and going down the other side. Now they were on the
plain again; and the little steam engine could pull her train herself.
So she thanked the little engine who had come to help her, and said
goodbye. And she went merrily on her way, singing: "I-thought-I-could!
I-thought-I-could! I-thought-I-could!"

there are so many tasks in this world we can never do on our
own...time and again we require help from somebody special...but this
special has to be someone who is like you... for he who is not like
you, would never know what you're going through...


--
hamza .. :)

The basis ...

"Human beings are members of a whole
In creation of one essence and soul...

If one member is afflicted with pain
Other members uneasy will remain...

If you have no sympathy for human pain
Then name of human you cannot retain...."

--
hamza ..

The Virtue of being a Being...

O human, you are a being...
Your existence, is so precious..
O human, you exist, you sustain..
Your deeds are miraculous..

O human, you are a being..
You feel, what you feel..
O human, you expect, you express...
Your emotions are special...

O human, you are a being..
You desire, what should not be..
O human, you crave, you fall..
Your desires reach up to the forbidden..

O human, you are a being..
You smile, when you get to it..
O human, you forget, the end..
You believe you have, yet you haven't reached..

O human, you are a being..
You cry, when it ends..
O human, you lament, you kneel..
You want it back, what never existed..

O human, you are a being..
You beg, to go back..
O human, you stop, you turn..
To see a wall, you yourself made...

O human, you are a being..
You turn again, you wait..
O human, you wait, for nothing..
For what was, was; what is, is...

O human, little do you know..
That you chose, you moved..
O human, you did, but don't agree..
Instead of a straight path, you chose a curvy one...

O human, you are a being...
Bound to commit mistakes..
O human, but you must know..
Mistakes are a way, to reach to the righteous..

O human, you are a being..
Learning forever, learning forever..
O human, with each little mistake..
You step forwards, towards perfection..

--
hamza ..