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Ghazal Aashiq hoon, ishq ke siwa kiya kya hai Na kaho, ke tum faqeer ho, diya kya hai Mehram bhi ho, haram bhi, haraam bhi Ahraam baandhe hoon, ab haya kya hai Aayega voh laut kar, phir mere hi paas Zingdagi khel samjhe hai, jiya kya hai Aashiq ka gribaan hai, kitne jatan karoge Sau baar hi taanka hai abhi, siya kya hai Tumhari hi chahat hai, baqi to bas hain Aakhirat bhi chhod doonga, duniya kya hai Sadqe tumhari pyaas ke yeh jaam surahi Darya hi sukhaya hai abhi, piya kya hai Hum se aashiq hain har dar pe hazaron Tu na ho mehboob to phir naya kya hai Sirf naam-o-izzat-o-daulat hi luti hai abhi Jab tum ho saath mere, to phir gaya kya hai Jaan, rehne do andhera kuch daer aur abhi Saraapa noor ho tum, mujhe diya kya hai Khudaaon ke Khuda khud ho, mujh se poochho Masjid ko jaao kyun, tumhen khuda kya hai Bhoolun main  khudi ko, khud ko, khuda ko Mujhko jo mil jaaye tu, to phir bachaa kya hai Khushdil ki khataon ko muaaf kaun karega Nafraton ka daur hai, yeh maajraa kya hai - (c) owa...

All I Ever Ask My Sweetie, My Lamb, My Lover, You are upset.  Essentially with the whole world. He has hurt you.  She has hurt you.  They have hurt you.  Even, it has hurt you. You have a litany of grievances. And you are upset with me too, because I should also have been upset with them, if I, at all, loved you. But, Honey, you miss the point. I do not just love you. I worship you. I exist for you. But, beyond that, I love me too. And most of all, I love my heart. It is a sacred space for me. It is the sanctum sanctorum of all that which has sanctity for me. It is a place where I keep my treasures. Like the divine vision of the first day you asked me to dance with you. And the first day you swam with me. And the first day you asked me to hold you. In that, Darling, I do not keep all the uncountable hours and days and months and years when you were nasty towards me. The times when you knew I wanted you with me and you stayed away. Most often, while sitting right acro...

Masters and Slaves I, Homo, s. My surname, Homo, now belongs only to me. I have killed all my siblings. Homo e, Homo n, Homo f. And many more. I have also killed many more of my half-siblings.  And cousins. And I am in the process of killing many, many, many more. My mother, doesn't anger easily. But, I think, she is slowly losing her cool. The other day, I heard her complaining, to the perennially angry, Venus Aunty. Hyperventilating, Aunty Venus advised, "Gaia, you have given this one son too much liberty. He is killing all your other children." "No, Sister, he is not. He is just too stupid to know how he is being manipulated. "See, he thinks he is an individual. He thinks he is in control. Of himself. Of his siblings and half-siblings. And of me. But he is not."  I was left wondering. I take pride in my individuality. But then, am I really an individual? Which parts of me do not talk to the other parts of me? Which ones irreplaceable, upon the pain of ...

Your Life; Your Choice I give you my money. I give you my power. I give you my forces. I give you my resources. All that I do not give you is my heart. And in my heart, lies my mind too. So, apologies, no mind too. And I will not give those, until you bring, your heart to me. For, though you are happy giving your heart to someone who does not value it nor want it. I cannot. I am Krishna, dear Friend. And my heart will await and pine, in every world for my Arjuna. My reason to exist, after all, is to be Parthasarthy, my Dear. I CAN not exist without him. You are welcome to avail of my forces, my resources. I thought that you were my Partha. But you are only his pale imitation, Suyodhana. Until you come to me with your heart, as your offering. I will give you my guidance too. But, merely what you want to hear. Not what you need to hear. I will agree with you. But not fight you, to guide you. I will even love you. But only in my deeds. Not in my heart, not in my mind, not in my soul, not...

It's ALL Good I wanted a future  with you in it. You wanted one  with me out of it. You won.   Congratulations. - What are you upset about,  now that I have nothing left  to talk to you about? - Victories  are often not  what we want them to be.  Mine may have been the same.  And if I were to be miserable anyway,  good, that you have your victory.  I can live with my misery  either way,  but I could not have compensated  for your misery  with my victory.   You can.  So, good. -- (c) owais. Creative Commons Attribution licence (reuse allowed).

4AwfulTruths: Fo rget Everything I Said He said: "I have the Truth". He said it a few times more. It morphed into: "I alone have the Truth". Then, he said it again, a few more times. It became: "I own the Truth". Many heard him. Most laughed. But he kept saying it. Then one day, another said: "I believe you". Now, both 'owned' the Truth. Some more agreed: "We believe you". Many, still laughed at them. But they kept saying: "We own the Truth". Upon hearing them, time and again, many more joined. Many more said: "We own the Truth". Now, only a few laughed at them. One of them laughed a bit too loudly. They killed her. No one laughed. Those who owned the Truth, said: "All is fair in the service of the Truth". Some of the others became angry. The two sides fought. They fought again. And again. And again and again. Who won? The ones who thought they owned the Truth. Not because they actually owned the Tr...

It's About Me, Really I let you, and pretty much everybody that comes to me, take advantage of me. Often, I know that I am being taken advantage of.  Sometimes, I do not, for I never earnestly built the apparatus needed to second-guess.  I have been deluding myself in the 'wrong' direction. I have often felt bad, at being THIS stupid. But, really, it is not stupidity.  It is a life strategy.  I am less invested in myself, as an island owned by me; more a commons, on which I am myself only as welcome as the next man. No wonder, I am a living, breathing example of The Tragedy of Commons. Yet, I continue to be passionately invested in this, less than 'useful' strategy.  Why? Perhaps, because I care less about comforts and conveniences and status and toys.  And more about my feelings.  More about my emotional being, than the social, or financial being that I am. The real being, I feel, is the one that feels. It's about me, really.  I want more to f...

4AwfulTruths: Realities/Stories You disagree with me. I disagree with him. He disagrees with her. She disagrees with them. They disagree with everyone. They fight them.  They kill them.  They exterminate them. Or wish to. Why? Isn't the World, the Universe an Objective Reality?  No matter who I am, I will still get an electric shock, get washed away in a tsunami, get cut in half under a train, if another human will, in the exact same situation. Yet, men cut men in half over religion, politics, and a host of other bullshit. Why? Simple. Because despite our bodies living in an Objective World, our hearts and minds live in a Fictive world. A world made of fiction. Stories.  Imagined reality.  Subjective truth. Each of us has our own stories. Not deliberate lies. Not mean-minded fabrications. Only passionately-lived unrealities, which are all too real for us. Homo sapiens is a self-delusional species. And so, because these stories gave us our unparalleled power....

Tyranny of the Upward Graph: A Structured Rant I. Life begins slowly.  You are incapable even of feeding or cleaning yourself.  Everyone is superior to you.  More powerful.  You exist, almost, by their permission. You grow up, gradually, more and more capable and powerful.  One day, the world belongs to you. And then, you start going down again.  Everyone has more real power than you.  If you are lucky, you avoid the ignominy, of once again, existing, by others' permission.  You, again, incapable even of feeding or cleaning yourself.  Life ends slowly. - II. As you were on the way up, you had your mother.  Once a physical part of her, you were intimately connected to her.  But gradually, you went away.  Farther and farther.  Then came a day you stopped belonging to her; in order to belong to another. Yet the other never knew you as their own physical being, and though you enjoyed more with them, you didn't ever become, rea...

- A Prayer... May I live as long as I love and love as long as I live May I give you all the love you can take and may you take all the love I can give May our lives be full of love and fill all the lives that touch ours with love May we Homo sapiēns invent ourselves to be not just sapiēns , but Homo sapiēns-amāns* ! -- * Homo = Man / Human Being      https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/homo#Latin Sapiēns = Wise                          https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sapiens Amāns = Loving                         https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/amans Interesting to note that the word 'amans' is gender-blind and is used for all 3 genders.  In the noun form, it can mean lover or sweetheart of any gender Also interesting to note that one of the anagrams of the word 'sapiens' is 'pansies' Further, most interesting is to note that the word 'ho...