If the world is truth, than I am false.
If the world is love, than I am heartbreak.
If the world is light, than I am a shadow.
If the world is an optimist, than I am a pessimist.
If the world is united, than I am divided.
If the world is whole, than I am broken.
If the world is round, than I am flat.
If the world is ordered, than I am chaotic.
If the world is a friend, than I am lonely.
If the world is meaning, than I am meaningless.
If the world is intelligent, than I am naive.
If the world is relevant, than I am irrelevant.
If the world is of God, than I am lost.
Thus is the turmoil of my individual self in this world of great.
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Dekh Ta Reh Gaya Mere Ishq Ka Janaza.
Samaj Mein Nahi Aata Kya Ho Gaya.
Phhir Ta Tha Mera Ishq, Khush
Aap Lipta Wa Hai Mere Samne, Khushq.
Janaza Ut Raha Hai Aab.
Namazain Par Li Hain
Duaen Maang Li Hain
Aab Tu Zameen Ho Ga Iss Ka Dewana
Mitti Ho Gi Is Ka Sung.
Ishq To Jawani Main Hi Ta
Jub Iss Ka Tumse Mil Na Hu Wa.
Aab To Iss Ka Kya Baan Na
Mitti Ka Yaar Baan Gaya.
Meri Ma, Heer Ne Kaha Tha
Ke Insaan Mar Sak Ta Hai
Par Ishq Kabi Nahi Marta.
Meri Ma Heer, Yeh Dekho!
Ishq Mera Dafan Ho Raha Hai!
Khuda Ki Marzi
Koi Nahi Rok Sak Ta.
Baitha Hua Hoon Mere Ishq Ki Kabar Ke Saath.
Dafan Ho Gaye Hain Woh Neche
Aanson Ruk Nahi Rahe
Shauk Se Bai Rahe Hain Aankon Se
Aur Tarap Ke Chalang Mar Rahe Hain Qabar Pe.
Yeh Hai Khoobi Zindaghi Ka
Ke Saaron Kay Le Aaj Eid Hai
Aur Mere Liye Qayamat.
Log Apne Aap Ko, Bhainon Aur Baition Ko Sajaa Rahe Hain
Aur Main Is Qabar Ko Sajaa Raha Hoon.
Aab Kadam Le Raha Hoon Ghar Vapis.
Kya Kehna Iss Tufan Qayamat Ka
Aab To Barish Bhe Uss Ishq Ke Aankon Ki Chamak Lag Ne Wali Hai.
Kadamain Bhe Khali Aur Aawaara Ho Gaye Hain.
Jo Maza Woh Tha Ghar Vapis Jane Ka
Aab Lag Ne Lag Gaya Hai Zeher.
Ponch Gaya Hoon Aab Ghar
Khamoshiyat Ne Ghar Ko Ghar Bana Liya Hai
Aandhera Bitcha Wa Hai Chadar Ke Tarhan.
Ishq Ke Beghair Ghar Khali Ho Gaya Hai.
Ghar Khud Ban Gaya Hai Aik Qabarestan
Jidhar Har Jaga Yaadein Dafan Hoin We Hain.
Bistar Pe Laita Wa
Samaj Nahi Aati Ke Zamana Kidhar Se Kidhar Chala Gaya.
Aik Wakhat Chor Ke
Aur Dekh Ta Reh Gaya
Mere Ishq Ka Janaza
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Tagged Ishq, Janaza, Poem, Poet
It was on this day today two years ago that a young woman of the age of 24 lost her life. She was run down by a van that was heading down a one way street. She was the city’s first Fatality of 2006. She would have been 27 this January. I didn’t know her. In fact, when this terrible accident happened, I wasn’t even in the country. I only learned about this tragedy when I got back home a month or so after the new year. The nature of this incident rocked our city. In a heartbeat, to every mother and father, she became a daughter. To every brother she became a sister. And to every sister, she became another sister. To those that were blessed with an abundance of friends, she became a friend. And to those that were friendless, she became a friend. On January 1, we all became one. Through the leaving of her soul, we were all connected and came together.
I feel compelled to write about her because more and more we hear about people that die on a day that is supposed to be one of joy and happiness. It signifies the end to old ways and habits. It signifies a fresh new start, a new beginning for everyone on this planet; serving as a sort of landmark on our journey in this life. A day like today should not mark the death of a life, especially as one as vibrant as Raminder’s was. We should all be mindful of the fact that life is something that is inherently fragile. One minute our bodies could be full of life, full of ideas and energy. Our blood could be flowing, heart pumping, neurons firing, cells going through mitosis and meiosis. We could still be in the process of growing both mentally and physically and intellectually. We could be making a difference in a person’s life without even knowing it. We could love and be loved without even knowing it. There could be so much going on that is connected to the rest of the world. And it could all be over, just like that. Thus is the brittle nature of life.
Let Raminder’s life be a reminder to us all that this new year, and every subsequent new year after, live the life that has been given to us to the fullest extent. It is only because Raminder lived her life to the fullest everyday that it is here on this cold December night that a stranger, someone who did not know her is thinking of her.
I know that a central tenant in Sikhism is reincarnation. Let us pray that her soul in a new being makes as much a difference to the world as it did in her old being. May she be united with God.
Raminder K. Dhadda – January 29, 1981 – January 1, 2006
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Tagged Death, In Remembrance, New Years, Rami, Raminder Dhadda, Sikhism
It is time for this mind to express itself to the outside world…