Sanskrit

Sanskrit is the oldest language on the earth.

The very word sanskrit means transformed, adorned, crowned, decorated, refined -- but remember the word "transformed". The language itself was transformed because so many people attained to the ultimate, and because they were using the language, something of their joy penetrated into it, something of their poetry entered into the very cells, the very fiber of the language. Even the language became transformed, illuminated. It was bound to happen. Just as it is happening today in the West, languages are becoming more and more scientific, accurate, mathematical, precise. They have to be because science is giving them its color, its shape, its form. If science is growing, then of course the language in which the science will be expressed will have to be scientific.
The same happened five thousand years before in India with Sanskrit. So many people became enlightened and they were all speaking Sanskrit; their enlightenment entered into it with all its music, with all its poetry, with all its celebration. Sanskrit became luminous Sanskrit is the most poetic and musical language in existence.
A poetic language is just the opposite of a scientific language. In scientific language every word has to be very precise in meaning; it has to have only one meaning. In a poetic language the word has to be liquid, flowing, dynamic, not static, allowing many meanings, many possibilities.
The word has to be not precise at all; the more imprecise it is the better, because then it will be able to express all kinds of nuances.
Hence the Sanskrit sutras can be defined in many ways, can be commented upon in many ways -- they allow much playfulness. For example, there are eight hundred roots in Sanskrit and out of those eight hundred roots thousands of words have been derived, just as out of one root a tree grows and many branches and thousands of leaves and hundreds of flowers. Each single root becomes a vast tree with great foliage.
For example, the root RAM can mean first "to be calm", second "to rest", third "to delight in", fourth "cause delight to", fifth "to make love", sixth "to join", seventh "to make happy", eighth "to be blissful", ninth "to play", tenth "to be peaceful", eleventh "to stand still", twelfth "to stop, to come to a full stop", and thirteenth "God, divine, the absolute". And these are only few of the meanings of the root. Sometimes the meanings are related to each other, sometimes not; sometimes even they are contradictory to each other. Hence the language has a multidimensional quality to it. You can play with those words and through that play you can express the inexpressible; the inexpressible can be hinted.

The Sanskrit language is called DEVAVANI -- the divine language. And it certainly is divine in the sense because it is the most poetic and the most musical language.
Each word has a music around it, a certain aroma.
How it happened? It happened because so many people used it who were full of inner harmony. Of course those words became luminous: they were used by people who were enlightened. Something of their light filtered to the words, reached to the words; something of their silence entered the very grammar, the very language they were using.

The script in which Sanskrit is written is called DEVANAGARI; DEVANAGARI means "dwelling-place of the gods", and so certainly it is. Each word has become divine, just because it has been used by people who had known God or godliness.

दिल - ऐ - बेताब

दिल - ऐ - बेताब सीने में धड़कता क्यों है..
जब चलती है सर्द हवा.. यूं दर्द सा इसमें भड़कता क्यों है..

काश के होता मैं परवाना उस शम्मा का..
जलकर ही सही, छोड़ देता अफसाना उस समां का..

जिस शाम उसने चूमे थे ये लब लबों से ..
उस शाम को याद कर.. ये तड़पता क्यों है..

करता नही क्यों शिकवा अपने गम की मुझसे..
बता दिल - ऐ - नादान चुपचाप ही यूं मरता क्यों है

दिल - ऐ - बेताब सीने में धड़कता क्यों है..
जब चलती है सर्द हवा.. यूं दर्द सा इसमें भड़कता क्यों है..

इश्क

है ज़माना परेशान..के इश्क किसी बुलबुल का नाम है..
बिना नज़र के देखो.. ये नज़र भी इश्क.. ये जान भी इश्क..

इश्क है वो जज्बा.. जिससे दिल धड़कता है ..
इश्क है वो रूह.. जिससे इंसान बढता है..

जो कहते हैं की बेखबर हैं वो इस शबनम की रात से..
सच तो ये है की वो बेखबर हैं इस खूबसूरत सी बात से..

कि सभी झूटों में जो सच्चा है वो है इश्क..
है बुनियाद जिसकी इश्क.. इतना सच्चा वो है इश्क..

Divinity: My views

Divinity does not lie in the act of loving everybody and not having any harsh feelings for anybody. Indeed it is very much a human nature (to love or to hate).

Ability to forgive everyone and love everyone can never be divinity, since the very fact is that only those forgive who have their ego(self).

Divinity lies far above the normal human nature of loving/hating/forgiving/regretting etc.

For me, the very fact that God cannot be seen, he cannot be felt, he does not has a name, he has no identity and has no shape makes his existence meaningful. Someone, who sees everything with undistorted perception, without interfering with his own thoughts and his identity/ego.

All of us suffer distorted consciousness. Whatever we see, whatever we surmise, whatever we judge, we do it in reference to our own ego, in reference to our own identity. Distorted consciousness cannot lead to the truth.

To see without being effected by one's own identity, own ego, own perception is divinity.

We can only see from the constraints that are bound with our human nature. Our senses, limitation to only see what our eyes allow. Limitation to only feel and hear what out senses provide.

Divinity is to see and feel without being bound by the human senses. Which one can do only when he realizes he is far more than the human body. He is the whole universe.

Most of the people who have been able to achieve this situation (nirvana) are called mad, unrealistic and insane.
Satori experiences takes one to eternity. Now he cannot be destroyed. Nothing can be taken away from him. The state leads to supreme peace and beatitude.

To realize that the nature of anything is substantially emptiness or nothingness is divinity.

Disclaimer

It almost always happens that when you are missing something you start thinking about it, you start creating a philosophy about it. People who have not loved write books about love; that is a kind of substitute.
People who have not been able to love, write poetry, they write very great love poetry, but they don't have any experience of love so all their poetry is just speculation.


My poetry does not point to any person, in-person, any identity, any human or unhuman. If there seems to be any human reference, it is just a coincidence.
I enjoy writing and music, thats why I am running this blog for poetry and songs (that I play, sing, or write).

I hope all those who enjoy reading my poems, would continue to receive more :)

आहटें

आहटें कहती हैं जो.. उनका फ़साना लगता है..
अकेले में भी हर वक्त.. उनका पास आना लगता है..

कुछ तो हो जो अब दिल को संभाले अपने..
अब तो हर वक्त जैसे.. इस दिल का जाना लगता है..

क्या कहूं के ये भोर है के शाम ..
यूं तो अब हमें हर वक्त ही सुहाना लगता है..

कहते हैं वो के.. "बातें" बना रहे हो तुम..
कैसे बतायें के.. उन्ही से हमें ये ज़माना लगता है..
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दिल में तरंगें सी जो उठती हैं यूं ..
ये तो जैसे उनका गुदगुदाना लगता है..

हमें सताके हस्ते हैं वो.. नही जानते के ख़ुद भी फसते हैं वो..
दूर जाके जैसे फ़िर से पास आना लगता है..

चाँद में दिखता है जिसका चेहरा.. हर वक्त है जैसे जिसका पहरा ..
वो इंसान हमें अब खुदा से भी सुहाना लगता है ..

क्या बात है उनमे ऐसी .. ये हम नही जानते ..
लेकिन अब तो बस उनके लिए जीना .. फ़िर मर जाना लगता है ..

नसीब

ज़रूरत तो उसकी जान से भी ज़्यादा है
पर वो मेरे नसीब में नही है,
दील पे लीखा है सिर्फ़ उनका नाम
पर उसके हाथों में मेरी लकीर ही नही है