Freedom at its core
Is acting
On one’s own conscious will-
Not absolute, but to a large extent.
For that, observe
Not others, but oneself;
And to achieve that,
Bring ease through practice,
Which is developed best
Through continuous meditation
And constant exploration of life.
Ritik Bakshi
(Student) Jammu
Thing nothing
When I am still;within myself,
a strange question wakes up—
of something and of nothing.
Did nothing kindle the first spark,
or death of something
caused nothing?
If something always is and was,
what did call it into being?
And if from nothing it arose
then nothing is not nothingness.
but something which we cannot guess.
I think and think until the thought
itself fades and I could see—
something dissolved into nothing
and nothing merging into something—
till both are one and seem the same.
I call this whatever,
thingnothing.
And perhaps to live is
this—
to stand within that union,
where absence and presence
refuse to part.
We are not made of something,
nor carved out from nothing—
but held in their quiet
collision.
And in that wavering
wayward void
which some like to call—
the great cosmic equilibrium;
we exist and try to seek—
permanent,lasting,full meaning.
We forget,that it is we
who are the meaning
and purpose
that flickers,flares in
between—
The Something and Nothing.
Yousuf Nairang
Tawi Vihar Sidhrah
Jammu
That illusion is why I carry on!
They said there was something up there,
That people used to worship
But can’t see,
My heart always asked;
“Where is he?”
“How can I find him?”
I believed what people illustrated
Without knowing the consequences.
I became a saint in search of him,
I became a sinner to make my wishes come true.
Lost 7 years of my life,
In search of an illusion that only people could see,
But not me.
I know life is a cage and I need to escape it,
But how come I am afraid to do so?
I know the last destination is death,
But how come I want it more,
I know the last thing I have to take from this world,
Is that one piece of white cloth,
But how come I want it more?
I don’t know what to do,
I can’t disbelief that illusion too,
But last thing I know,
Is that illusion is why I am still living.
Rimsha
BBA LLB,
MIEET, Jammu.
Axioms of a terrible Road Accident
On 4th of May 2009, I met with an accident extremely tragic,
Lost genius staff members, but survived like a natural magic.
Travelling for duties and sweet homes they were thirty five,
All young,but left for heaven, only two of them are alive.
Teachers for duties, whom I salute, were they by birth,
They never let me feel, there was teaching staff in dearth,
Like bridegrooms without festoons, were they with efficiencies,
They had new teaching maxims, with all kind of proficiencies.
I as a leader of team have seen, all rounder’s of such,
In the field of education not seen are rare not in much.
Suram, Pinky, Subash, Shakeel and young Amit,
Work shrieking and pretence never they permit.
Jia Lal, Ramzan, Suresh, Anil and Kuldeep,
Left their well wishers and darlings to tantalize and weep.
All of them were dedicated but shuttling not stationed,
Principle of simplicity was innate, not modern fashioned.
Their kith and kin are much desperate and so sad,
Some are waiting for their return, others are mad.
I have observed anguish and travail paranoia sigh,
Of theirs nears and dears, soaring sorrow so high.
Paragon of excellence adorned with complete personalities,
Left no stone unturned in shouldering their responsibilities.
Demise spares no one, how, why, when and where?
It will welcome and embrace without siren and fear.
It is fact coming events forecast their shadow well before,
In maiden, they cracked extraneous jokes more and more.
In the matador, the few greet me others busy in merry making,
Fed up with their etiquette closed my eyes start hymn chanting.
For the first time I noticed the passengers so delight and joyful,
Who could forecast by that, the epilogue be so sad and awful?
Who cursed those budding young to die in harness,
All of them were very dutiful not afraid of farness.
By rolling so down steep hard rock, like a confident shark,
I received left side forehead injuries that of a trident mark.
Ah! i donate nothing but my chronic headache and back pain,
To chief Devil, who was there with big shackle and long chain.
Jagdish Raj Bhagat
Principal, HSS Palmar (Retd)
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