Kunal Singh Speaks

Why God’s Justice is the Best Justice

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There are no trials, no appeals… it is so damn quick …. best part is that you are not even told what crime did you commit, you are just sentenced

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In school days I had read a story by Leo Tolstoy, “God sees the truth but waits”…. God never waits. His justice is immediate. Thing is that he does not tell us what crime did we commit and we are too short sighted to remember it ourselves. When the mortals like Tolstoy try to comprehend the justice of almighty, they end up making mistakes…. Oh no dear, God is never late.

क्यों हुई प्रिये तुम पराई
मैं नहीं यह सह सकूंगा

माना था मैं दूर तुमसे
क्यों न पूछा तुमने कारण
किया था मैंने तो हर पल
श्वासों में तुमको ही धारण

लोट कर तुम क्यूँ न आई
मैं नहीं यह सह सकूंगा

माना थी मेरी सखी भी
प्रेम कोई पर नहीं था
माना थे हम लोग सहचर
किन्तु वो घर घर नहीं था

तुमने क्यों प्रीति रचाई
मैं नहीं यह सह सकूँगा

घडी थी जो यह कठिन तो
वक्त थोडा मांग लेती
निर्णय फिर भी था न मुमकिन
प्राण मेरे मांग लेती

मांग ली क्यों फिर विदाई
मैं नहीं यह सह सकूँगा

Good People, Good Deeds.
Bad People, Bad Deeds.
Saintly People, No Deeds.

Inactivity is such a great trait.
We the mortals, are cursed to have a restless mind, body and soul.

Yoga, in any form, helps us to still the mind, body and soul.
And thus we transpire in to saints.

Hey all you saints. We know your secrets now.

Talking to you
Is like coming back Home

I have been through this long journey
And  still amidst it

Sleepless nights on highways
High beams hitting my head
Twisted bowels, Diarrhea, Dysentery
Noodles, breads being shoved in
And despicable moments being feigned as love

And then you drop in
To make me realize
What the comfort is
What it’s like being at home

Will I ever get to rest in your arms
Or remain cursed to be a wanderer for life

Isn’t it the Free Will
Which enslaves us all

Wouldn’t it be better
To have no rights
And no Banishments
Of Responsibilities and Choice

Wouldn’t it be a bliss
To be imprisoned
In to the darkest cell
Forever

There is some one
Sitting on the back of my mind
Watching constantly
Me being observed

Redefining me
Every moment
As per the audience

In this theater
The script is not mine
Actions are not mine
Is life still mine?

Holy dip
In to the waters of silence
And memories of past
Come alive

A lot could have been done
A lot could have been avoided
If only the I, Would not have been me

I still face the same questions
Whether to be myself
Or to be some one better

Fortunately
I will be always me

Sooner or later things will end,
though we never want them to.
That which begun, will end
So, the end is no more tragic.

Sad, we can’t even define the end.
Can’t make things end the way we want.
Isn’t it tragic.

Last summer was disastrous… And I had hoped this one to be better.

From the early April I waited for the heat to rise up and scorch my dieing soul. Initial few days looked promising as mercury started to boil. But disappointment at the end… rains struck as early as May.

Left Bangalore and came to Delhi… Things are generally better here in summer. I chose a flight which will land at noon, with the Sun at top of my head. Just before landing captain announced, “Outside temperature is thirty two degree celsius”. “Thirty Two” … Can the life go worst? Why my conquest always have to end so tragically? Questions rise in my mind … but to no avail.

Came home. Mom said that the weather has been bad for quite some time. Talked to Skila in the evening. Went up on the roof and set up a mat to sleep. Just past midnight it started to rain. I lived here for fifteen years and longed for the rain. But it never rained. What has changed now? Is it my desire that drives the climate over here?

Got up in the morning… bad taste of rain still doing rounds in my mouth. Yash called up in the after noon. He was in town. I went out to pick him up. Sun looked promising. A little sweat spilled over my neck and also on back of my ears. But the pleasure and the hope, both died in an hour. Clouds covered the sky…

Came to Yash’ place. No power cuts here and the Air condition is very effective. I have slipped in to a blanket accepting it to be my destiny. As I sulk in to my loneliness I know that it is just a momentary lapse of concentration. Me and my hopes will be back next summber… or may be this summer. Who knows …

I know that sooner or later the heat will rise up.

Waking up in the same bed

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Sharing breakfast at the same table

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Can cure depression and prevent most diseases.