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OpenWorldView Mar 2019
We tend to hide
our broken self’s
and look ashamed
from obvious flaws.

But what if you change
your point of view?

And wear those cracks
like precious scars.
Not with pride, but
simple confidence.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
अजब गजबका जादुसी दुनीया ——२
जाने रब कहाँ खो गया ।      रंग बहुत देखिँ हँे मैने यहाँ
मे सतके खोजमे निक्ला ——२

हे छत बेगरके दिवारेँ ——२
कही काली धनकी हेँ  महेफिल ।   हे नङगा शिर कही खाली
कही नङगा बन्ताहे खुवाइसे  ।     अजब गजबका जादुसी दुनीया

हे खाली पेटेके दिन दुःखी ——२        
कही दान लेतँे हँे फजुलमे ।       हे प्यासी गला कही सुकी
कही सराबकी हे बारिसे  ।        अजब गजबका जादुसी दुनीया

हे नन्हा उठाता बोझ भारी ——२
कही बढे सब बेकाम हे  ।        देखा प्यारका हँे साजिसे
कही दिवाने पहेनते हँे हडकडी  । अजब गजबका जादुसी दुनीया

हे गुमराह जन यहाँ ——२
कहीँ लिन हेँ कोइ तपमे  ।        देखा काडोका बनी सिमाए
कहीँ फुल्ता गुलाब वागमे  ।       अजब गजबका जादुसी दुनीया

देखा एकताके कइँ नारे ——२
कही मारा मारी हँे भाइयोमे  ।     लगा चेतना हे यहा कमी ——२
अजब गजबका जादुसी दुनीया  ।   मे सत के खोजमे निक्ला

अजब गजबका जादुसी दुनीया ——३
Genre: Gazal
Theme: The Perception || The Examined Life | The Experience
Jana Rosinska Mar 2019
He pours his heart out
& I really wish I could,
but I wouldn’t know how to make love
to you
even if you asked me to,
even if I wanted to.
How do you program your own nature? How do you program your own need?
What I mean to say is,
This is impossible for me.
(I’m gay. I’m gay. It’s not a choice)
Warren Mar 2019
“What were things like when you were young, What were people like”

“Let me tell you my young friend,
Things were different when I grew up,
Men were men, women were women,
There were a few gays but no one cared one way or the other,
It was about how you were not who you were,
People should remember that nowadays,
People were different when I grew up,
We’d never seen anyone that wasn’t white,
It was exciting and different when we started to see new people,
Not what we were used to,
I think it’s amazing that people want to be who they are,
They should be free to be themselves,
Things were just different when I grew up,
We didn’t care for fancy names and new things,
We were happy to have shoes on our feet and food in our bellies,
I heard someone was killed for their sports shoes,
I don’t get it,
Shoes ?
Things really were different when I grew up,
We’d leave our doors unlocked without a care,
I think we were so grateful for what we did have that we didn’t stop to think about what we didn’t have,
We would wait for things to come,
Not like today where everyone wants things yesterday,
So busy thinking of what they want I think they’ve forgotten what they have,
No one seems to live in the present,
They don’t want to talk to me,
They’d rather talk to a stranger in another country,
I suppose I’m the same,
Living in the past,
But things were different in the past,
We were never prejudiced,
Why would we of been,
We had not much to offer and not much to lose,
It’s a new thing,
The fear and the bullying,
The greed and the violence,
I think a lot of people have gone mad,
If you keep showing people nice shiny things they’ll want them,
Then if you tell them it’s not shiny anymore,
They’ll want a new one,
And if they can’t afford a new one ,
Well,
We were better off without all the new shiny things,
Things weren’t so shiny back then,
Maybe it made it easier for us,
Too much choice isn’t always a good thing,
Most of us were good people though but we did have our bad,
But there was enough good to deal with it,
I think the balance has shifted somewhat,
Then there’s this social media your all obsessed with,
Giving the bad people a mask to hide behind,
It’s a shame,
Things were more honest back then,
All these technical media things are amazing but it’s changed people,
I think it gives them power to control a lot more stuff,
It’s a lot of pressure,
I wouldn’t want all that responsibility,
I think that’s why i struggle now,
Because I remember a better time,
When people were generally better,
The world was so different back then,
This isn’t  my world anymore,
I often wish I was back then.
I've not long left though then I can rest,
Maybe go back the and see my  friends,
Thanks for asking and listening though,
It doesn’t happen much at my age,
I hope you do well,
Good luck my young friend.”
Empire Mar 2019
I gave it my all
That’s what you said to do
You said one hundred and ten percent
So I did it for you

That was fine
I was alright
Until someone else said those same words
Again, again, again

I thought I could handle it
At first
But slowly I drained myself
Like a battery

You gave me handshakes and high-fives
Awards and degrees
Certifying my excellence
Molding my existence

I pushed myself
I met my deadlines
I did what you said
I did what all of you said

After a time
All of me was poured out
Scattered
Empty

Everything I had held
Fell broken and scattered
And frantically I tried to rebuild it
From what was left

My hands shake as I try
To put the pieces back in order
A desire, a compulsion
To control my storm

Anything
Everything
Hold it together
Hold something together

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t
Echoes in my mind
As thoughts spin and whirl
A tornado of expectations

I should…
But I can’t…
Well of course not
You’ve been drained for years

“Shoulds” and “oughts”
The poison in my thoughts
I just wanted to do what you said
To show you I had listened

I always had something to prove
I still do
But now it’s not about you
It’s about me

Now, I excel when I can
When I want to
If I don’t,
It was my choice

I don’t care what you think.
I value your opinion
But now I also value my own
I know my limits

There is so much me to explore
I can’t believe I let you drive so long
I missed out on me
And so did you

So when you say to give it my all,
I might
I might not
That’s my choice

I know how much of me I have to give
Only I can portion my time
You don’t know everything
I am strong, and I have limits

I have the power to say, “no”
When you ask to take from me
But I also can say, “yes” graciously
Knowing that I don’t need it

See, that’s what’s changed
I know what I need
I don’t rely on your knowing better
Because I can decide for myself

Rather than giving everything my all,
I give it my best
Knowing that I need to save some for myself
A bit of extra bandwidth in reserve

This way, you don’t own me
But I can offer myself to you
I can still give with grace
But I can withhold with wisdom

I give it my best
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 62

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Directly seen the modern world,
With understanding and notable fact,
Some rightfully claim direct knowledge is substantial.
Some soothingly say unique expertise is substantial;
Extensive knowledge promptly from practical experience.
Aswell possible experience naturally comes
from the necessary knowledge.


This is naturally what most of us,
We sincerely believe and follow hastily.
But we naturally forget about the ultimate truth,
The eternal truth; that the divine creator is asunder;
From the extensive knowledge and direct experience.
He amply proved, through his Beloved.'
That none above naturally required,
Except his eternal love towards his Beloved
And towards his unique creations!

Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Cynthia Montano Feb 2019
The reality of life is not everything is going to go the way you planned or expected it to go. Not everything is going to be perfect because there will be moments of complete disappointment, and now you feel like your life has flipped upside down because you had these expectations and plans that didn't happen. When in reality you're supposed to let things happen as you go on about your day each and everyday because you have to grow, learn, and experience everything. Everyone struggles to understand that there's no need to rush through anything in life and you should always put your happiness first before everyone/everything else.
Weronika Kierzek Feb 2019
Please baby tell me the name of the game that you play,
But you’ll do what you want to do,
And every girl wants to be in the center of your attention,
But you’re nothing I haven’t seen before.

Playing with a girl’s feelings is in your player ways,
But stop and look at the clock,
Cause now you’re losing any emotion you had,
And seeing your face it says: “I want to leave this place.”

You’re standing here not ready to make that change,
I’ll give you a second because you own a couple of apologies,
You spent the weekend making bed plans with girls like her,
I’m sure that those girls were nice but not good enough to change a player like you.
What determines my character?

Like loss, it's more than letting go or peace in a gradual process. Our own mind has freedom, call it intelligence or imagination. We all know the truth & falsehood. But our self-realization is a combination of things, lead through experience. Slowly, we learn, call it truth, but it's a painful process of discovery or learning of our personal painful-regret. In not only what we did with our time. but to the time spent thinking about what we did, to those whom we loved too knowing we were only there for them. It's uncanny at times how we're thrown out of our normal life, coming to grips of what we wasted on, for most it offers time of self reflection. Regretting what we cared about, bounded upon on petty concerns or the things we thought we loved & it's not true. Troubling to the loss of time.

In death or painful transitions, we'll look back & question what we were doing? For most, death is a thought of whats for the unknown, what’s on the other side, but for me, it’s a starkly reminder of the things we cannot experience in our liftetime, the people we want to meet, the people we wanna love, the cultures we want to go see. When in normality or that comfort of an environment we have grown to know, our emotions tend to tell us, death isn't coming and how we got some much time Ideals, when it’s normal, when we feel alright, our thinking ceases. Ideals are made to let us know who we can be, the pain of not putting effort into it will be far Superior to the daily pain of not doing so.

I’m not writing this in support of some doctrine, dogma, religion or philosophy.

The best ever compliment that I’ve ever received, is that I’m good enough

And the worst thing I could ever say to myself, don't ever change.

There’s politics, religion, culture. Things that people, families, communities, states, whoever had gone to war over. But no one ever protests ideas. With what we call truth & lies, there’s nothing to determine that besides our very emotional attachment. At the moment, I render that at the end of learning is absolutes, knowing the minds of gods, the daily lives of cultured masters and secrets of the common people, dead or alive.

Its ideas with a heartbeat and we attach ourselves to attainable actions when it’s exhausted, it’s either mundane or normal, comfortable or even useless, cause we don’t feel it.

This isn’t to make anyone feel bad or even to prove anyone wrong.

But there’s a price to pay when thinking for oneself. Hearing about the world being a totality of things, if one isn’t puzzled about it, life, society, civilization, culture or politics, it’s a possibility one is replica mind of another or it’s under total control. Is it better to work out consciously and critically one's own conception of the world and thus, in connection with the labours of one's own brain, choose one's sphere of activity, take an active part in the creation of the history of the world, be one's own guide, refusing to accept passively and supinely from outside the moulding of one' own personality? People hesitate. People tend not to think when the flow of life is normal. No one ever thinks about their external environment, whether it be peers, family, lovers or their spouse, not even the actions their dictate. What determines quality? It’s hard to come to grips when one’s internal life isn’t reflected in the external outside times of pain and suffering or feeling flat, when we’re starkly reminded of we’re doing the right thing or not?

It’s hard to let go of things that we care about, a community, a lover, a friend or even a daily routine such as coffee in the morning. All things come to an end and I think death is the harshness of reality. I say this stuff in order to think about one's character rather appeasing the external. Our very mind controls so much of it, often, if it feels good, we generally don’t think about it until those painful moments. None of what I’m saying is new, we can admire people on what they do, but despite who they are, example, we can admire someone creating an altruistic company but doing on an external command, like for wages or being a model employee. Fleeing ideas, forgetting what we’re doing. Often we do things in hopes of appeasing the outside or what we do will amount to contentment in the future.  I’m not supporting the self-doing something for the selfishness of self-interest, but to develop a character of balance where it’s fulfilling, having the essentials as the bonus is a contribution to reality.

In a way, I am supporting one to develop a personalized individual philosophy. Feeling and knowing can be two completely different things. The now is a letting go of not only the personal past that's lived but of the future one will never experience.

By doing so, you’ll learn a lot, of not only what one is doing with their time, but to our peers, family and lovers. It’s shocking to how much the external is here for only that. And it’s worse to know when one has to gradual learn how to self develop into self-validation.
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