What is the Secret?



SecretThe secret of life, answer to quest, spirituality, etc, etc, is a subject loved by everyone and we all love to have an opinion and definitions on it, but still no answer can be fully wrong or fully correct. In fact, whatever suits you is correct for you.

I feel, it’s like an onion, which is full of layers. We try hard to open the subject layer by layer but to our surprise, we only find another layer hidden behind the first. The process of removing layers give us tears, smell, taste, etc but in the end after the last layer there is nothing.

The only thing left is the experience, the experience one has while removing the layers and which is our own and probably that is the secret.

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Who Am I – A Quest


Neither I am for the breaths,Nature

Nor the breaths are for me,

I, Me, You or It, etc

is all a waste,

What is there is beyond all,

O My Master

What is there cannot be written

What is written may not be there

ONE THOUGHT (ਇੱਕ ਸੋਚ)


ਇੱਕ ਸੋਚ
ਨਾ ਮੈਂ ਆਇਆ ਜੱਗ ਤੇ ਜ਼ੋਰ ਨਾਲ, ਨਾ ਮਰਣ ਵਿਚ ਮੇਰੀ ਸਲਾਹ
ਆਪੇ ਧੜਕੇ ਦਿਲ ਮੇਰਾ, ਮੈਨੂੰ ਆਪੇ ਆਵਣ ਸਾਹ
ਬਚਪਣ ਗੁਜ਼ਰਿਆ ਚਾਵ ਸੇ, ਆਪੇ ਗਈ ਜਵਾਨੀ ਆ,
ਮੁਛਾ ਫੂਟਿਆਂ ਮੁਖ ਤੇ, ਹੁਣ ਆਪੇ ਖਿੜੇ ਕਪਾਹ
ਕੁਜ਼ ਮਿਤਰ ਬੇਲੀ ਮਿਲ ਗਯੇ, ਕੁਜ਼ ਗਯੇ ਪਰੌਣੇ ਆ,
ਸ਼ਾਮਾਂ ਪਇਆਂ ਸਬ ਮੁੜਨ ਲਗੇ, ਕਿਸਨੂੰ ਕਿਸਦੀ ਪਰਵਾਹ,
ਇਹ ਜੱਗ ਜਾਦੂ ਮੈਨੂ ਜਾਪਦਾ, ਇਥੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਨਾ ਚਲਦੀ ਵਾਹ,
ਇਥੇ ਆਪੇ ਬਰਸੇ ਬਦਲੀ, ਫਿਰ ਆਪੇ ਉਗਦਾ ਘਾਹ
ਕਹਿਣ ਸਿਆਣੇ ਕ੍ਯੋਂ ਸੋਚਦਾ, ਤੂੰ ਵਿਚਰ ਇਥੇ ਬੇਪਰਵਾਹ,
ਲਾਈਆਂ ਰੌਣਕਾ ਤੇਰੇ ਸਾਈਂ ਨੇ, ਨਿਰਮਲ ਮਾਲਕ ਦੇ ਗੁਣ ਗਾ

ONE THOUGHT
Na main aayia jag te zor naal, na maran vich meri salah
Aape dharke dil mera, mainu aape aavan saah
Bachpan guzria chaav se, aape gayi javaani aa,
Muchaan futia mukh te, hun aape khire kapah.
Kuz mitar beli mil gaye, kuz gaye paraune aa
Shaama payiaan sab muran lage, kisnu kisdi parvaah
Ih jag jaadu mainu jaapda, ithe kise de naa chaldi vaah
Ithe aape barse badly, fir aape ugdaa ghaa
Kehan siaane kyon sochda, tu vichar ithe beparvaah
Laaian raunka tere saain ne, nirmal malk de gun ga

TRANSLATION
Neither I’ve born with a choice, nor I’ve control on my death
By itself beats my heart, and by own run the breath
The childhood passed with a craze, and youth arrived by its own
Then by itself was the growth of beard, now it is turning grey by own
While some friends met me on the way, and some strangers come one by one
By dusk, they all started going back, without worrying for anyone
The world looks like a magic to me, it can’t be controlled by any one
By itself it rain from clouds, and then the grass grows by its own
The wise says why to think, just sail through like a carefree watcher
The stage is set by your beloved, O’Nirmal thou shall sing in praise of Master

Dualities of life


The Life

Dualities of Life

Painters, writers, philosophers, etc, etc all try to explain life. A painter love drawing it using a variety of colors, strokes, techniques, etc. Similarly, various other methods are used by various persons but the life is beyond all. It is not only difficult but beyond the reach of mind, may be because the mind is actually a very small subset of life.
One day, while reading Osho, I read life is in dualities. I have tried to paint the dualities of life.
The dualities are everywhere, Day- Night, Light-Dark, Male-Female, Live-Evil, Birth-Death, ……
There is always something opposite attached to original. Infact, that opposite thing complement the original and both in totality convey the full meaning of existence. E.g male and female both are required for the world, night is essential to feel the day, and so on.

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