In most of the times, in recent past, I find my self in dilemma that, if this is a matter of happiness or just an event to recapitulate past reminiscences having the huge amounts of grey effects.
Off course i never ever wish to remember those old bad days, but life push that memory front and they often walks beside me with hallow stapes. i just received a massage of Ms. Bharti Ojha what she has writen is that;-
ज़रा सा क़तरा कहीं आज अगर उभरता है,समन्दरों ही के लहजे में बात करता है ,
ख़ुली छतों के दिये कब के बुझ गये होते,
कोई तो है जो हवाओं के पर कतरता है ।
...and i really really wish to ask this question to that "whom" that where are you, where were you. whenever i need you i got you never. when ever i tried to find your existance i got nothing except a blank.
i must write a poem to give me a stranth to my self which has writen by "Annie johnson Flint" way back.
Flower-strewn pathways,All our lives thro’;
God has not promised,Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,Peace without pain.
God has not promised
We shall not knowToil and temptation,Trouble and woe;
He has not told us
We shall not bearMany a burden,Many a care.
But God has promised
Strength for the day,Rest for the laborer,
Light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.
(Annie Johnson Flint)
...god bless me!
