بہتے دکھ

بہتے دکھ

پتہ نہیں عورت کے اندر کیسے دکھ بس جاتے ہیں 

 !!! جو ختم ہی نہیں ہوتے

یا شاید اس کا مرد اس کے ساتھ مل کر ختم کرنے کی کوشش کرتا ہی نہیں 

!!!-- اسی لیے تو دکھ اندر کہیں بہت گہرائی میں جا کر عورت میں چھپ جاتے ہیں  

جن کی تکلیف کو سارا دن ہنس ہنس کر سہتی رہتی ہے 

لیکن رات ہوتے ہی اندھیرے کو پناہ پاتے ہی 

!!__ آنکھوں کے راستےدکھ بہانے کی اک ناکام کوشش کرتے کرتے سو جاتی ہے

!!___  کوئی نہیں جانتا کہ عورت کی آنکھیں صرف آنسو نہیں دکھ بہاتی ہیں

___ کبھی ماں باپ سے بچھڑ جانے کا دکھ

!! ___کبھی بھائیوں کے بے نیازی کا دکھ

!!___ کبھی شوہر کی بے رخی کا دکھ

کبھی گھر میں ہر شخص کا کام کرنے کے بعد 

!!___ کچھ اچھا سننے کی چاہ میں تھکن سے چور وجود کا دکھ

!! ___کبھی اولاد کی لاپرواہی کا دکھ

اور کبھی کبھی سب کچھ پانے کے چکر میں خود کے کھو جانے کا دکھ

کچھ باتیں بس کتابوں میں اچھی لگتی ہیں

کچھ باتیں بس کتابوں میں اچھی لگتی ہیں عملی محبت کے بدلے محبت درکار ہوتی ہے

چاہئے تھوڑی ہی کیوں نہ ہو

کیونکہ انسان کا اتنا ظرف نہیں کہ ساری عمر یکطرفہ محبت نبھائے

راستہ موڑنا پڑتا ہے زبردستی موڑا جائے یا دل سے۔۔

Live like nature.

Live like nature.
Explode slowly, day by day, from the center outwards.
You won’t notice how brightly you burn or how big you’ve grown until you look back.
And then you will be amazed.

- I Wrote This For You: The Burst

Dear You,

Dear You,

I don’t know if you’ll ever see this or if they’ll let you see this. By “they” I mean Facebook. Unless I pay them really large amounts of money, regularly, the amount of people who see my new work is slim to none. Maybe a few hundred out of the hundred thousand plus that clicked on a button and said,

“Yes, I would like to see the art that this person makes.”

Facebook and Instagram are strangling small creative businesses with their algorithms and as I recently said at a conference, if I started out today, writing, painting, making web comics, singing or doing anything else that relied on my ability to engage with an audience, I don’t know if I’d be able to do it. I don’t know how anyone can do it.

How does a machine know what we do and do not want to see?

As has been revealed again and again, in documentary after documentary and in article after article, the manipulation machine that drives Facebook, Instagram and Twitter thrives off anger and hate. The algorithm judges your level of engagement with the content and if you share or interact in any way with the content, then it judges that content to be good and it shares it. The content most likely to do that is politically charged, shouting, yelling that drives a wedge straight down the middle of society and alienates us from each other.

Hope, peace, love and poetry can win, but anger is easy and the machine loves easy.

For that reason, I am moving the majority of my focus to email. There’s a service called tinyletter.com that makes it really easy to manage a newsletter and I’ve started using it more and more. Maybe you’ve seen me mention it on twitter or Facebook or Instagram but you probably haven’t. If you go there, now, I will with some degree of regularity, send you letters about you, letters about me, small books that I hand out for free, information about things I’m working on, things I hope and things I hope we all hope. It’s not social in any way, no one will see that you read it, you will not be able to retweet it or upvote it but there won’t be as much anger as there is here on Facebook and I assure you, it will be sincere, and real.

I hope you subscribe here: www.tinyletter.com/pleasefindthis

And I hope you share this with your friends.

If they’ll let you.

My best,

Me.

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I have found that some of the simplest things

I have found that some of the simplest things have given me the most pleasure. They didn’t cost me a lot of money either. They just worked on my senses. Did you ever pick very large blueberries after a summer rain?, Walk through an lonely path, see the blue sky beyond the shimmering gold of the leaves?, Have you ever slept in the middle of the forest?, Come in out of the subzero and shiver yourself warm in front of a wood fire?

The world is full of such things.

- Dick Proenneke

I live in a tiny cabin in the woods

I live in a tiny cabin in the woods. I wake with the sun, stay up late reading and nap during the afternoon in a hammock. I have a garden full of flowers, herbs, vegetables and berries. I go on picnics regularly by a nearby river. I rarely need to leave my beautiful home tucked away in the forest.

Some people survive and talk about it.

Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgement. So the next time you look at someone’s life covetously, remember…you may not want to endure what they are enduring right now, at this moment, whilst they sit so quietly before you, looking like a calm ocean on a sunny day. Remember how vast the ocean’s boundaries are. Whilst somewhere the water is calm, in another place in the very same ocean, there is a colossal storm.

One day, whether you are

“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65 you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find, is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.”

What makes you special is that you

What makes you special is that you can always get to reach what all human beings think in their minds but can't speak the words out.
We are all different and this keeps us at a variety of personalities and features but when it comes to you, you can always stand out what these varieties would meet in common.