Life's Nod Poem: What's the Bird's Plank Appointment?

Kheo Phalia does not come by giving an appointment! With the arrival of birds, the plank does not remain a plank, it becomes a bird. Who but the plankton knows how many generations the birds come from? Is the body also like this? How many birds in the heart roost for generations! There is lightness in all that is likeable. Where time itself can lighten, the wings take on their own aura and feel relaxed. The poet should not miss the time to watch the birds! And the plank does not count! Let both enjoy together… Even the non-living can become alive. Organisms become alive! Even if it comes and flies, it is as fun as practicing 'Phaliya Dharma'! Birds know all too well the recipe for adding vivacity to activity. In which Gumastadhara will be the proof that the birds playing in the heart come and sit on our floor for generations? We are born to love, but how many generations have we loved? Prem can read it in a moment. The mind behaves like a faint scumbag! To write once and to accept it as it is written – the enthusiasm of such men is like a king himself and a soldier himself. He who knows how to learn from mistakes knows how to learn rightly. There will be very few, but there are those who reveal themselves like fragrance by opening the addresses of faith, then indeed! Leaving the paper because you don't have the skills is a weakness. It's fun to learn and write wrongly. If you write a mistake, it will come out. He who erases himself and moves forward by kneeling himself again gets the peace of the Himalayas. Where else can one find companions like tears? However, its proximity should be similar to that of a neighbor. Just enough bowls to deal with! In whose life there are only tears. Even the small happiness in his life plays a vital role. He who knows how to live with small joys gets freedom from eternal crying. If you know how to accept difficulties as an opportunity, even the struggle has to be successful. In the life of the one who counts tears forever, a few tears come and mutter ghazals. Dreams must be dreamed. Life is in our hands yet out of our hands so are dreams. Even though dreams are in our eyes, there is a world apart from us! We are only visionaries. What if life is lived like that? There are often scenes in dreams that you have to climb walls to avoid seeing! Closed-eye behavior is sometimes similar to open-eye behavior. A believer in destiny does not ignore masculinity. If life is a dream, there are also scenarios where walls have to be built. Truth shines in silence. The situation only reveals it. Stone knows the longing to be a work of art! And the agony of becoming God! Some stranger will do Tilak and the stone will be worshipped! All expectations, beliefs will be fulfilled. Tilaks of the world may not inspire auspiciousness every time! The shoulder is also used. Who does it is more important than Tilak. Stone knows Tilak's devotion. Even a stone has a heart. The world is full of creators who drink darkness and spread light. Such a creator sits in a corner and surveys the world. May not be as bright as a lamp! But, pure creativity like a lamp is alive and kicking! The creator and the created are one and the same. His divine presence is more glorious than his situation. In this 'poetry of life's affirmation', the scenes of Sama floating against all forms of time are scattered. The stage, the condition and the person with whom the poet lives are unconsciously missed by us. The poet dissolves into the poem by pointing it out. If beauty is written about, beauty will flow from it! In this ghazal, the form of our feeling is depicted in which there is an experience of approaching life. }

From generation to generation, playing in the heart of the bird of love, in life, I saw people who were learning the truth every now and then, they were satisfied, sitting and counting their tears. Will someone come and do tilak? That's it, a creator sitting in fear of a stone with the same thought wrote clearly like a lamp in the dark – Dinesh Kanani