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Commencing my search for the Infinite with words

आज सोचा …..के कब लिखेंगे हम दिल की….

लिखनी हैं बातें, पर दिल में तो शोर है…

जाना है कहाँ क्या पता, चल तो पड़े हैं अब हम…

इतनी खबर है लेकिन,

रास्ता कोई भी हो चाहे, अब आना तेरी ही ओर है।।।।

 

 

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“तू चल उस तरफ…”

“ठहरा है कबसे यहाँ तू,  जैसे कुछ अटक सा गया है,
भले हो तंग, डगर आगे की, हिम्मत बनाकर जरा,
तू चल उस तरफ
अंधेरों से घिरा हुआ तू, क्यूँ कालिख मे खड़ा है?
रौशनी की दिखती है जो, छोटी ही हो लौ भले,
तू चल उस तरफ
चुभने लगा है कुछ शायद, अब ये रेशम भी तुझे,
उस परे, कुछ खुरदुरा ही सही, पर आंचल ही है,
तू चल उस तरफ
लाद कंधों पर, ग़म और फ़िक्र को, बहुत है ढोया तूने,
अनजान ही सही, हल्का दिखता है बेफिक्री का वो आसमान,
तू चल उस तरफ
बहुत थामे हैं हाथ तूने, जानों अनजानों को संभाला है,
अब वक़्त है,संभाल अपने आप को, थामे हाथों मे खुद ही को,
तू चल उस तरफ “
-Purvi Gokani.

“स्वाद जिंदगी का “

भीगे जा रहे हैं कब से कितनी बारिशों में,
जाने कब, जाने कौनसी बूँद रुह भीगा जाये….
चखे जा रहें हैँ हर पल इस बेस्वाद जिंदगी का,
जाने कब, जाने कौनसा लम्हा कोई स्वाद जगा जाये!

– Purvi Gokani

“Woman”

She was made by nature to grow… to nurture… to take life further…
But she was rejected even before birth…
When she was allowed to be born, she was gifted with the Guilt of it…
She was expected to Sacrifice for the family,
She was abused and then suppressed,
She was confused and riddled with self doubt,
She was traumatized when she was judged for every little thing…
She lived in constant fear of Social Stigma…
And despite the burden of it all, she knew she was expected to take life further…
So, Taking all of this in her stride, she grew, slowly but surely, leaf by leaf…
And then one day, suddenly, before she realised, she had blossomed into a full fledged plant…. a plant nurtured by self love and awareness… into a life that bore the fruits of Happiness and growth for the world….
-Purvi Gokani.

Artwork by Purvi Gokani

“My Tomorrow”

” My Tomorrow “
I want a tomorrow…
Where I can sit down and rest if I need to…
Where meeting ends is not my struggle…
Where my world won’t rest on my shoulders alone…
Where I don’t have to force “yes” on myself  …
Where I can breathe in the fresh wind,
Where I can soak my senses in the rainfall,
Where I don’t have to deny my kids a listening ear….
Where a trip to the park doesn’t depend on a weekend…
Where, if there’s a shadow or darkness,  its my own…
Where I may have to walk an extra mile, but on my own will..
Where, I can give back to the world, the love I have for it… without being drained myself…
Where, with all the possibilities that God has graced me with, I can get a chance… To explore them…
To enjoy them…
To make the most of them…
And to see where they take me…
-Purvi Gokani

Zen your tangles!

Sometimes, the heart feels multiple emotions and thoughts, all at once… we try to look for a pattern that maynot exist… because there maybe layers upon layers of experiences and memories behind the complexity we feel….
but the good news is that you can still make a complex , but beautiful life with all those emotions and thoughts… embrace your emotions, I say…. acceptance is the only way forward…
“When life gives you tangles, make zentangle Art!”
-Purvi Gokani

A different kind of Freedom…

This appeared in my feed from an app today– “Freedom is not giving two hoots about what others think of you”, and that set me thinking-
Is that even a kind of Freedom?
Is that even a kind of Freedom we want?
In this day and age where we put all we put up everything on social Media… from wedding photoshoots, vacations, cooking skills, landmarks from our and our kids’ lives, our political views to what makes us laugh, our hobbies and our achievements, From anniversary wishes to our better half and our proclamation of unmeasurable love for them, to Birthday wishes for our departed family members, do we want this Freedom from being judged? Like, seriously?
I Wonder what would happen to the likes of  Fb, Insta, tiktok, (and the status and stories and shorts) if we ever got that kind of Freedom.
Nah, I don’t think that’s even remotely possible- as a human race we are constantly seeeking validation, and as much as we hate it, we still all want those likes, comments and shares. We want those followers on our page or channel. Even though we know that half those likes, comments and follows are obligatory in nature, we seek them… we use them as measures of our being accepted in the world. In reality, we just need to accept our own self, not just the perfect curated self, but our imperfect self!
Who are we kidding?
Just ourselves, Really.