A Poem Rumi Forgot to Complete

You guys ask if I have forgotten about my blog. Absolutely Not! But something has happened - life! Life happened! This morning, I was thinking about the topic for today's blog but couldn't find one. Isn't it strange?  You want to write about your thoughts  but   you  just  can't find the right words,  the right  emotions, and all that.   You are feeling everything , deep  down  you  know what you want to write about, what you need to communicate about  but  you  just  can't make people see it the way you see it.  This  leads me to another  thing,  the people!  This week has made me realize the importance of people. People are so freaking necessary  but  not all people. People with whom you can share your pain, who speak your language, who don't need words to know what  are you  thinking, who can be with you in the darkest moments of your life.  I  don't agree...

Absurdism vs Nihilism  I can no longer use nihilism because nihilism is the last stage of pessimism. So I found a relatively less controversial label - absurdism. Why would I pay attention to this? The logic is simple, my readers were not happy with me being a nihilist.  To some extent, if both are studied logically, convey the same meaning. However, they told me to relinquish nihilism. You see, the world, won't let you freely label yourself. Nihilism was something more depressive, then what is absurdism. Google says it is philosophy that believes the universe is meaningless. In the first place, I had no problem with the universe. I don't care whether the universe should be more meaningful. I had raised questions only about the creation of Adam and myself.   What I think is that my life is meaningless. By embracing absurdism, I would be a nihilist for everything. But it does not matter. Embracing absurdism I don't mind a galaxy moving away or moving towards one anot...

I lost, when, where and how. I don't know. What did I lose? I don't know. Was I really in the abyss of despair? I had no idea. Maybe a part of myself, a piece of my heart, my soul? I couldn't figure it out. I never would. It was so sudden that I couldn't gather the courage to find it again. Why it was like that? Was I miserable? Or I was just overthinking? Was there any hope for me? Or I was just being overdramatic?  I wanted to scream, I wanted to share, I wanted to yell the hell out of me but I couldn't. How could I? The only thing that kept me alive, was no more with me. Without a soul, the words did not weigh much. I had only words. The words that had kept me alive. Without them, I was nothing, they had lost their impact. I was wondering in the sea of nothingness. My surroundings were nothing but the abyss of pessimism. I could have escaped but there was no need to escape. How could we escape ourselves? In the process of escapism, we lose the essence of the self...

  So it's 31st December and a wrap then. I'm glad that I didn't kill myself this year.  There were moments when I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout, I wanted everything to end. And no, it was not because of love. Faiz once said "Zamany main or bhi gham hain Mohabbat ke siva" ( There are other sufferings too in this world besides the agony of love) . In my story, this agony is sadness which I got in heretiance. It is my mind and the voices- the voices that will never let me sleep peacefully. The voices that urge me to leave everything behind. The voices that tell me that I belong to nowhere, nobody. The voices that tell me I don't matter. And sometimes, these voices speak the truth, that we all deny deliberately. Some very dear people went against my wishes this year, didn't meet to my expectations and when I confronted them, they blamed me for overreacting, for not taking things lightly. Yes, I'm a narcissist, if I don't control you, I don't...

The Unheard       Source: CiRCE Institute  I promised to write an article this week but I'm lost to find words that express my feelings. Many of you recommended me to write on silence . What would be the point of writing on that topic? Silence does not need words, does it?  And currently, there is no one more quieter than I. The time will tell everyone how to keep their mouth shut, eyes closed witness everything - all the negativity - and hope for the best.  So back to the topic, someone texted me last night and inquired about the next blog. Trust me, I'm blank. Currently, I have no philosophy, no life lessons, no motivation to write about anything. So I picked silence because that's what I am practicing nowadays.  Be silent with me. Let's just stay away from the words. Words are confusing and create miscommunication and misunderstanding. Isn't it beautiful to just sit and witness silence - absolute silence? With silence comes wisdom and with wis...

No, I am not writing any philosophy here. But, you all have thought of a dream life where no pain exists. No heartbreaks, no fake friends only happiness. It would be wrong to say that I have not thought about it. But my idealism  differs from yours. I have always dreamt of a peaceful mind - a mind which does not think about reality. It also avoids ideas.  Let me simplify this for you. We think that people understand us but in reality, it is exactly the opposite. Here too, the realism  is again contradictory to itself. We communicate our feelings very clearly but still, our emotions are left unheard. This whole idea of our existence is an illusion.  What if I tell you that reality exists in your mind, you see the colours of the world do not exist in reality. It is our mind that makes us see those colours. I perceive the colour of the leaves of a tree as green, but for another person, it is yellow or blue or anything.  "I think therefore I am", Descartes  sa...