The Whispers Of My Heart

Though one has to traverse this journey of life alone, loved ones help to diminish the pains and sufferings that one has to endure during the travels. Har koi pyaar dhoondta hai yahan. Apni tanhaa si zindagi ke liye. My new composition reflects the yearning of a "traveller". Autumn becomes Spring when you smile. From your eyes cascade the life-giving wine. No match for your radiance albeit countless stars shine. Be my companion...for some time. Expecting fidelity from this fleeting world is futile. Even a dead on bier swaps pallbearers many a time. Though nobody accompanies all the time, but... Be my companion...for some time. ~Sanjay Gargish~

For me, the most revered teachers in the contemporary world are Cremation Ground, Emergency Ward of the hospital and Preschool. Cremation ground illuminates how the persons walking perpendicular, proud of their power, wealth and beauty, lick the dust finally. They have to be brought horizontally. All the human beings, irrespective of their stature, become identical in the end --- ashes. The weight of the remnants, after the cremation, is nearly equal to the weight of the newly born child! If you think that you have the most profound and innumerable griefs, just take a round of the emergency ward or trauma center of a hospital. I bet you will forget about your so called sorrows when you see the patients and their family members in extremely pathetic condition. I have seen patients in great affliction, undergoing treatment for fairly long period, in the premier post graduate medical institute in Chandigarh. For them and their attendants, the hospital has become second home. Their l

Love is the most beautiful thing in this world. For me, it is only the golden chord of love that binds one with this otherwise ruthless world. Without love, life is simply meaningless. Just observe keenly the activities performed by an individual. You will be surprised to find that all the human activities are conducted to achieve only one objective --love. A person strives to become famous, skillful or wealthy because of the  subconscious desire to receive  love, affection and attention from his fellow beings, family members. For a lover, however, it is really an uphill task to declare his love to his beloved. Words just elude! Maana ke mujhe haal-e-dil sunana nahin attaa. Tumhein bhi to andazaa lagana nahin attaa. I have dedicated this short composition of mine to the silent lovers who fail to convey their intimate feelings to their beloveds. The effects of sobs and sighs are apparent. The effects of sobs and sighs are different. While she is relishing a blissful sle

Human life has been extolled as "very precious" or "simply amazing" by many in their discourses and writings. However for a layman who actually "lives" life, human life is nothing more than "gunahon ki sazaa". I have written the following short composition from the perspective of the man on the street. This desert is unending, unceasingly hot. For how long a barefooted has to trot. Even body and soul will eventually pull apart. Griefs and agonies never ever leave the heart. Undoubtedly it is a bad business anyway. For few breaths, we sell a slice of life everyday. ~Sanjay Gargish~