Nothing is as clear as it looks. Human life and emotions are so complex that no matter how hard you try understanding it, you will only keep getting entangled and sucked into its own web. The best way to remain composed and stable is by being clear in your mind from the start to finish. Over-thinking is like an overflowing dam that can lead to a flood of unwanted thoughts. Just cut the crap around you and remain focused on your priorities in life, be it relationships, passion, work or anything else for that matter. The reality is that you cannot resolve every complex situation in life, but you can at least choose the problems you really want to resolve and deal with them one at a time with clarity.
When you know you are here to do something more than simply normal things in life, it’s a strange kind of a feeling. And when you are surrounded by people who expect you to do normal things in life, it is even worse.
Depression is a part of every artist’s life I guess. He or she feels lost every once in a while, especially when he or she is forced into a normal situation. This very state of mind then transforms into a driving force for many. It is this very state of mind that urges an artist to take that courageous step to express something special. No matter what the world thinks about his or her form of expression, a true artist will keep on going on. After spending too much time in a stable state of normalcy, an artist starts feeling the pain inside.
Artists are good at heart. Some are pure and naive, timid at times. So, this is a shout out to every Normal Person on earth. Please encourage artists. Talk to them, appreciate their work, even if it is not that great. Tell them how they can get better. They need your motivation, not your strange looks, pre-assumptions and heartless criticism.
Some artists are spearheaded; they know exactly what they want to do and how they want to do it. They don’t care what the world thinks about them or their work. They are basically not at all afraid of failure.
Not all are that way though. Many are confused, trying to find their own path. Some are depressed because of normalcy. Some are going through a rough patch financially; some are trying to find their confidence back. Some are going through a transition phase from being confused to becoming spearheaded again.
Don’t neglect them. They are human beings too. They need your love and positive energy. Because art is beautiful. The world needs it.
Hello, beautiful. Hope you smiled. I want you to. Please do. If you did, then imagine me smiling too. Smiles are what we are here for. Let them grow like wild flowers. Without worrying about how ugly or good you look while doing that. Easy boy. Nobody is keeping a count on you. Grief is momentary and is also a part of life. Yes, sometimes weeping is the only way out. Missing someone who is no more or someone who has abandoned you for some reason? I know you love him/her like crazy and you can’t really help it. There is no escaping sorrow, suffering or death. Let me wash that pain away for you. For now, just smile. Cos then, I will feel better too. All those dreams you were dreaming about may seem to be too distant. That’s okay. At least you are trying. Good things will happen when they have to if they have to. So take it easy. Smile for my sake or for the sake of someone you love. Unload all that weight from your shoulders for a moment. Relax your eyebrows, smile just for the sake of smiling, without expecting even the least in return. Hate and anger are not going to take you anywhere; it’s like a furnace that keeps gathering more heat with time. Spread the warmth of love not the flames of hate. We exist to live our lives happily. It is our right to be happy and nobody, not even yourself can take that right away from you. So live, smile and make someone else smile too. Wished everyone thought this way. I am here for you. Let’s see this thing through! Hope my words made you smile 🙂
Wrote a shayari, hope you like it 🙂
Mere lavz kuch iss tarah likh oh Shayar…
Mere lavz kuch iss tarah likh oh Shayar
Ki tere Janaze ke Arso baad bhi
Arz kare duniya yahi shayari
Tried writing a hindi/urdu shayari. Hope You enjoy reading it 🙂
Roz marre ko mar mar ke jeena
Jaise Patte jo dhale shyam ki tarah
Behte pani ka rukh kisne dekha
Bade chalo bahaar ki tarah
Andar ki aawaz dhunde ek zehra
Sehma sa ghut raha hai kahin
Duniya se kya lena dena
Tu Kayaro ka Kafil toh nahi?
Woh ras hee kya jo raseela na ho
Woh baat thee kya jo binkahi ho
Kati patang bhi Udaa tha kabhi
Aasma ko Aadab kahan tha kabhi!
Imagine nails placed vertically upside down on your seat. The moment you sit, you feel like getting up, but then, the floor is burning hot as well. You don’t really know what to do and try identifying what is making you so restless. Finally, you arrive at the fact that it is the usual keeda (bug) that keeps biting every artist once in a while. That bug could be termed as anything – an expression, an idea, a thought, an inspiration or anything you want to call it. Even that keeda does not know what it really is. It is as restless as you are and keeps biting you to find its own identity. You then have no other option but to try and find out its real form, the real form of that expression, that idea or whatever name you want to give it. The keeda then pushes you to find the medium through which you can give a definite form to that expression. Each artist channelizes his or her energy through a medium he or she is comfortable with. A painter would start painting, a singer starts singing, a filmmaker starts making films. By the end of this process, that expression is out. The artist tries his or her best to best match the keeda’s expectations. He or she might fall short of them in some cases but then the keeda is mostly happy for the fact that you devoted your love towards giving it a form, an identity which it always craved for. The keeda retrieves back, stops biting, and the artist feels at ease.
Not for long though. Keeda sooner or later starts biting again, seeking a new identity!
A man minus his dream
Is like free-falling in a black hole’s realm
A sleepless night catching up on sleep
An irky feeling, he never wants to keep
A sighted man who just can’t see
Stranded in strange reality
Like the one who Has to Live at any cost
With a Love that’s lost
Like a lost tune
He once always knew
A search he can’t avoid
Finding nothing but void
He calls out to his Dream
Not a whisper, but a scream
Some Day He Will find
Repose of another kind!
A man minus his dream
Is like free-falling in a black hole’s realm