My body is flooded
With the flame of Love.
My soul lives in
A furnace of bliss.
Love’s fragrance
Fills my mouth,
And fans through all things
With each outbreath . — Kabir
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Tag Archive: Kabir
Had mein chale so maanava, behad chale so saadh
Had behad dono taje, taako bata agaadh
(Translation in English )
The one who is confined in limitations is human,
the one who roams into unlimited, is a Sadhu.
The one who has dropped both limited and unlimited,
unfathomable is his being and understanding. —————Kabir
“All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.” —Kabir
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I am sure every writer goes through this. It is like you are unable to write or in my case do not have the mood to write. During this time every writer has varying thoughts as to the list of the things that he/she would write about. In my case, these are the things which I have mentioned that I will write and somethings(or topics) which come to my mind while traveling,walking or even observing people. Writing as we know is an art of expressing what you think, what you believe and what you want to convey.
When that communication aspect stops, even though the writer’s mind might be full of thoughts he/she wishes to express but is someway unable to express. This in my view is the writer’s block. Dictionary provides us with the definition that
A usually temporary psychological inability to begin or continue work on a piece of writing.
I have even read that it is the inability to get inspired, possibly that might be true for some people. I however can assure reader, I donot have such problem. Therefore, should I conclude that it is just plan laziness and too much dependance on the dopamine in my mind (some people have fixation for such things) ?
The writer’s job as such is to get inspired, read stuff and create something which inspires others, preferably the future generations.
Writers to take a note of :
- Leo Tolstoy (Morals guy)
- Rumi (Sufi)
- Mark Twain (A true teacher and an American literary great)
- J.K.Rowling (ain’t she a pretty one)
- Gabriel García Márquez (what ever books I have read of his I am impressed)
- Orhan Pamuk
- Ayn Rand (The one initiated the philosophy of Objectivism)
- Aristotle (Teacher of Alexander the Great)
- Charles Dickens
- Will Durant ( Civilizations all the way)
- Premchand (moral wielder)
- Jean-Paul Sartre
- Jack London
- Enid Blyton (Read alot of her books)
- Nikolai Gogol
- Maya Angelou
- Noam Chomsky
- VS Naipaul
- Emily Dickinson
- Homer (Inspirational stuff)
- Vyasa (Author of Mahabharat)
- Kabir (sufi)
- Bulleh Shah (sufi)
- Ghalib
- Khan Abdul Ghani Khan (A pashtun nationalist)
- William Wordsworth (Born on 7 April 1770, awesome poet)
- Shakespear
- Christopher Hitchens (electrifying)
- Bhagat Singh ( Some may contest him being mentioned a writer, he died young at 23 but whatever he wrote till that age is still inspirational stuff for a lot of people in south-Asia)
- Allama Iqbal ( A great poet respected in South-Asia)
- Faiz ahmed Faiz
- Khalil Gibran (American Lebanese writer, Prophet is awesome piece)
The above writers in their own ways have tried to make stories or poems which would inspire people, inculcate values in them, make then question things and norms. I however wonder how these men and women did when they went through writer’s block. I read that few writers just use to fill their pages with gibberish (even though those words might be full of spelling errors 🙂 ) and some go into wild antics which can be termed plain crazy stuff. However when these guys bounce back they put in inspirational stuff, so is their NOT writing a part of writing good, a silence before the storm.
The best quote I found while thinking about it was by Charles Bukowski , who states
“writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all” .
Though I found another one, very interesting but maybe not much appropriate for high-nose polished beings.
Stated by the great Hank Moody that when you are not able to write anything,just say
Madafakaaaaa.
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The Bride – Soul Longs for Her Husband, The Beloved
When will that day dawn, Mother;
When the One I took birth for
Holds me to His heart with deathless love?
I long for the bliss of divine union.
I long to lose my body, mind, and soul
And become one with my husband.
When will that day dawn, Mother?
Husband, fulfil now the longing I have had
Since before the universe was made.
Enter me completely and release me.
In terrible lonely years without You
I yearn and yearn for You.
I spend sleepless nights hunting for You,
Gazing into darkness after You,
With unblinking hopeless eyes.
When will that day dawn, Mother?
When will my Lord hold me to His heart?
My empty bed, like a hungry tigress,
Devours me whenever I try to sleep.
Listen to your slave’s prayer –
Come and put out this blaze of agony
That consumes my soul and body.
When will He hold me to His heart?
When will that day dawn, Mother?
Kabir sings, “If I ever meet You, my Beloved,
I’ll cling to you so fiercely You melt into me;
I’ll sing from inside You songs of union,
World-dissolving songs of Eternal Bliss.”
INQUISITION 