Eckhart Tolle on The Hour with George Stroumboulopoulos

looking at the cemented structures all around ..

ye kya machino ki tarah ek jaise bane firtey ho,

thodi apni kami bhi le aao..yun hi.. kuch yahan, kuch wahan..

tab kuch zindagi barse..

to all the attacks on my ego..

tum agar mujhe na milaate mitti mein

yun hi yun hi, yun baar baar

kaise mil paati apni janani se mein

aur kaise ho paata ye nav nirman..

Process..

Without knowing myself,

how can I know the World?

Without correcting myself,

how can I correct the world around?

whats correct, whats uncorrect ?

I am not the right one to tell..

Without trusting myself,

can I even begin to trust others..

I am right and you are wrong,

isn't that the root of suffering?

Silence

Hours of inner silence.. spent..

to wonder, how silent would be the source of Silence?

That all things are taking place in this silence,

and all contains an inherent silence masked with thoughts,

emotions, ideas, concepts, doings, non-doings..

That how patient would have been this silence,

to let all of these grow on her,

even then Silence remains silent,

and is just pure, unadulterated Silence!

random random

When there was rain,

there existed no pain,

its only when the rains stopped

that the hearts did beat still got choked.

No, its isn't me only who suffers,

all of us do fumble and are duffers.

Yes, bring me the man,

who KNOWS he can.

Random thoughts

What do I do,

When I got no clue,

What do I do?

Or what do I need .. to do,

when I don't want to work or do.. or do..

make me red,

make me yellow,

I ain't no one but

a dirty old fellow..

speak not to me,

you stupid piece of meat,

you are something which

I don't even want to eat.

run away, go away,

I don't need you anymore,

for what do I do,

I don't have a bloody clue..

Some sharing of wonderful lyrics ..

JOHN LENNON - Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so f-----g crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still f-----g peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

.. a rebel ..

A rebel is one who does not react against the society, who understands the whole game of it and simply slips out of it. It becomes irrelevant to him. He is not against it. And that is the beauty of rebellion : it is freedom. The revolutionary is not free. He is constantly fighting with something- how can he be free? He is constantly reacting against something- How can there be freedom in reaction?
Freedom means understanding. One forgives and forgets and remains without clinging to the society in the name of love or in the name of hate. Society has simply disappeared for the rebel. He may live in the World or he may go out of the World, but he belongs to it no more; he is an outsider.

Irshaad...

Beparwah khwab ye tumne kya dikhlaaye,
humko to bula liya par tum khud hi naa aaye!
Aisa din O rabba kisi ko naa dikhlaaye,
Apne hotey hue bhi ho gaye tum paraaye!

Arz kiya hai..

Wo kehtey hain ke hum tadpaatey hain

wo kehtey hain ke hum intezaar behad karwaatey hain,

Is bekhudi mein hum khoye kuch yun ki,

unhi ko bhool kar unki yaadon mein jjye jaatein hain..

For whatever you are

I Love you for whatever you ARE

and for whatever your ARE NOT.

You remind me of reasons to laugh

for whenever I had them not..

You're the One with whom I could be ONE

Yes you are my moon and my only shining Sun.

You live in me, in my thoughts and my heart

and yet take me away from myself .. Hey,

Where did you get this pure Love

seems to me like an exotic Art..

Like as artist you play with your Love

incessantly... on the canvas of my heart..

and it feels like a flower, a girl and sometimes a lovely white dove..

I will never leave you, and I can't,

for I Love you for whatever you are

and for whatever you aren't..

Please hear what I am not saying - Charles C Finn

A poem close to my heart some years ago and am sure most of you would connect with it .. Beautifully written..

Don't be fooled by me
Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I am afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that is second nature with me,
but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I am secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well without,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water is calm and I'm in command and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.

My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever varying and ever concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anyone to know it,
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
Thats why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
my only hope, and I know it.
That is, if its followed by acceptance,
if its followed by love,
Its the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
Its the only thing that will assure me of what I cant assure myself,
that I am really worth something.
But I dont tell you this.
I dont dare to, I am afraid to,
I am afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love,
I am afraid you will think less of me,
that you'll laugh and your laugh would kill me.
I am afraid that deep down I am nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within.
So begins a glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything thats really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I am going through my routine
do not be fooled by what am saying,
please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
What I'd like to be able to say,
What for survival I need to say, But I cant say.

I don't like hiding
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you are kind gentle and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings,
very small wings
very feeble wings, but Wings !
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator --
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from the shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books may say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

bekhudi mein yun hi..

तेरे सजदे में झुका रहता है सर,
हम ख्यालों में तेरा दीदार करते हैं;
इस ज़माने को भला क्या हम ये समझाएं,
हम इस ज़माने को भी अब यूँ ही प्यार करते हैं ..

Arz kiya hai..

आप आये तो ये आलम कुछ बदला सा लगता है,
अब क्या कहें हम कुछ एक लफ़्ज़ों में,
के दिल ये हमारा थोडा पगला सा लगता है..

दिल की किताब कुछ खुली खुली सी है,
थोड़ी नासमझ और कुछ धुली सी है..
कुछ वक़्त से समा यूं हुआ है कि,
लफ़्ज़ों कि निकली एक झड़ी सी है..
दिल -ए- हाल अपना कब हो पाता बयान यूँ ही,
कुछ इस तरह आपकी नज़रें हमसे मिली सी हैं .

A lovely song from THE SOUND OF MUSIC

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Ek roz..

Wo aaye hamari mehfil mein aur kaha -
Kuch to farmayiye, aji kuch ek nazm to sunayiye,
hum hans padey unhe sun kar,
aur aakhir keh hi gaye -
"din bhar hamarey dil ki dhadkan hum ne tumhe sunai,
miyan... ab aapki baari hai, aap hi kuch keh jayiye.."

All is One..

Moon Oh Moon,
You are so beautiful!
You are calm, poised and Love bountiful.
Moon: Oh my love, believe me when I say -
I am nothing by myself!!
Its the Sun that makes me shine like I do!
Spreading peace and Love!
Through Him, I AM.
If he NOT, then Who am I?
And So is all around you my Love!
If THAT IS, you are!
If THAT NOT, Who you are?

Kuch ek do..

Thand itni padi hai miyan,
ki zehan ki aag jum si gayi hai.
Thand itni padi hai miyan,
ki zehan ki aag jum si gayi hai.

Koi aaye paas aise, ke thand mein thithurti us aag ko, thodi garmi ka dilaasa de jaaye.

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Kuch kehney ko jab a zubaan hilti dulti hai,
dimaag aur dil ke pattey sarsaraane lagtey hain,
Lagta hai unhe, kahin zubaan kambakhat saarey raaz naa bikher de.