Happiness is the ultimate goal UN recognised after all Since 2012 it keeps publishing World happiness reports India ranks poor 139th of 149 How is it so, it hurts We are the best culture Like bacteria We multiplied and multiplied Population explosion Limited resources Poverty, unemployment Curse for this nation But Pakistan is in a better position With 105th rank in happiness Despite conditions no better What's the matter? Maybe we have a strong Spiritual foundation Less content to belong to this world For we are taught This world is an illusion Of birth and death With no permanent happiness Work for permanent bliss In the afterworld or In salvation After all Cantril ladder Self assessment of respondents In the happiness survey Depends on their values And how they value this world Longing for permanent bliss And to be one with God Often makes we Indians sad That we are in this world! But times are changing So the thinking Shine in this world! Shine in the afterworld!
I have tried to express me. If you understand me, you may agree with me. If don't, you're bound to disagree. Some may find me incoherent and inconsistent. You are wise enough and know what for a waste paper basket is meant! I know, I can't put my thoughts in others' brains unless some special spiritual connection. You may read my poem 'JUMBLE'.
I want all my idols to be false All my effects the placebo kind All my monuments temporary My loves the fleeting type Cause I’ve got bones of gold And I bend easy Impermanently made Permanently desiring Permanence fearing So make all my monuments temporary All my loves the fleeting type
I find myself loving things that won't last, to save myself from having to end them. So here's a little ode, to craving but fearing impermanence
The layers of skin and sheaths To cover what lies within. A heart of stone and a core of darkness exists dipped in misanthropy. Whilst the armor moves, darkness sprinkles down. It leaves a trail of iniquity as it goes by on its way To the permanent sleep of death.
People say we can’t choose who visits us, but it’s our choice whom we will let in. But in my case I have kept my heart open for everyone who barge on my door and knock. I stayed at my place not chasing anyone but because I hoped to be searched, I wanted to be found and the day you came into my life, I welcomed you with open arms because that’s what home should be － to be someone’s shelter and comfort amid the storm.
I remember I asked you about your past relationship and you told me it was the worst. You caught her with another guy and you didn’t make any fuss about it, you were blaming yourself that time and that day I promised I won’t hurt you, that I’ll stay beside you no matter how hard it gets the situation, but deep inside, I wanted to be your permanent address; no matter where you go, I knew you would come back to me because there’s no place like home. I wanted to be your peace where you could find the silence you need and your favorite spot overlooking the city where we could slowly dance the night away; not just a place you could go to because you don’t have anywhere else to stay. I wanted to be the calm in your raging sea, the music that drives you into heaven, and the warmth that you crave for colder days; not just a passerby who would rest on my arms for a while but walk out right away and desert the things we could have been.
I welcomed you with open arms because that’s what home should be －to be someone’s shelter and comfort amid the storm. But I left the door open and decided to leave, because you had the chance to do so.