Dear Life: Those who will never come to my house ...
The world is the name of the ointment of the smallest effort, this is the way we get life.
Vinod Kumar Shukla is very much like The words here are rained in the rain, in the lukewarm sunlight of the winters. His poem was found in the library for 'Dear Life'. 'Who will never come to my house.' How many things do we talk to each other We will not go here. He never came to our house. Why should we go only We will not go again and again.
From childhood to long, we keep going through such things. Good relations sometimes collide with twists and turns. While there is no whirlpool in them. They keep walking like this. Someone keeps coming, the other one forgets to go here too. In those cities where there were no flats, where there was a green field, open corridor for chat. Where did such a crisis occur?
The curved turn started to come when we moved towards those buildings, where the dwellers had to make the neck high to see. Where everyone started to understand their home country their home number. From there all this started, which will not come to our house, we will not go to her house.
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It should also understand that we want to behave like ourselves. Just like we are, others want to see it. The one who is within us should be within the same. If I make a very good dish, then everyone should make it. If I live like this then you should stay the same.
I like it, that's why this 'Brahma' is true. This is the biggest problem. In the family we are two brothers and two sisters are not the same. They are diverse, which are natural, natural. In such a way Armaan is the biggest problem of making the world like you.
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Think, why do not friends flourish in this culture. Why people's doors are always closed! Often those voices of the garbage, newspaper and repairer are opened, the most open on the hunt. We can not meet people!
Interest in each other is decreasing. The feeling of each other is decreasing. It is not to be followed by saying this truth, to face it. This is the result of our limited thinking, understanding, which is pushing us towards loneliness.
We will be ashamed to say hello to neighbors, the wall of loneliness between us will become as bigger, inaccessible!
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It all seems a little difficult. Somehow the journey of the desert is difficult at the beginning, but the road to the oasis is found only with the help of sand. That is why we should make man feel free to move from the closed room to the open air, on the way to the 'community' from loneliness. The world is the name of the ointment of the smallest effort, this is the way we get life.
If you find time, then go through the novel of Vinod ji. Relax. Finding the meaning always does not get anything in life. Sometimes it is necessary to spend 'goa ki bagar' only.
Who will never come to my house
I meet them
I will go to them.
A booming river will never come home
Meet people like river
Go to the river
Some will swim and sink.
Mountains, mounds, rocks, ponds
Innumerable tree farms
Will never come home to me
Meet people like farm barns
Village-village, jungle-lanes will go.
Who are constantly working
I am not leisure
Like them from a necessity
I will continue
I like this last wish of myself
I would like to have the first wish.
Vinod Kumar Shukla is very much like The words here are rained in the rain, in the lukewarm sunlight of the winters. His poem was found in the library for 'Dear Life'. 'Who will never come to my house.' How many things do we talk to each other We will not go here. He never came to our house. Why should we go only We will not go again and again.
From childhood to long, we keep going through such things. Good relations sometimes collide with twists and turns. While there is no whirlpool in them. They keep walking like this. Someone keeps coming, the other one forgets to go here too. In those cities where there were no flats, where there was a green field, open corridor for chat. Where did such a crisis occur?
The curved turn started to come when we moved towards those buildings, where the dwellers had to make the neck high to see. Where everyone started to understand their home country their home number. From there all this started, which will not come to our house, we will not go to her house.
Read also - Dear Life: It's nothing like her!
It should also understand that we want to behave like ourselves. Just like we are, others want to see it. The one who is within us should be within the same. If I make a very good dish, then everyone should make it. If I live like this then you should stay the same.
I like it, that's why this 'Brahma' is true. This is the biggest problem. In the family we are two brothers and two sisters are not the same. They are diverse, which are natural, natural. In such a way Armaan is the biggest problem of making the world like you.
Read also - Dear Life: Gas Chamber; Children are yours, not government and school!
Think, why do not friends flourish in this culture. Why people's doors are always closed! Often those voices of the garbage, newspaper and repairer are opened, the most open on the hunt. We can not meet people!
Interest in each other is decreasing. The feeling of each other is decreasing. It is not to be followed by saying this truth, to face it. This is the result of our limited thinking, understanding, which is pushing us towards loneliness.
We will be ashamed to say hello to neighbors, the wall of loneliness between us will become as bigger, inaccessible!
Read also - Dear Life: Cry, mind will become light!
It all seems a little difficult. Somehow the journey of the desert is difficult at the beginning, but the road to the oasis is found only with the help of sand. That is why we should make man feel free to move from the closed room to the open air, on the way to the 'community' from loneliness. The world is the name of the ointment of the smallest effort, this is the way we get life.
If you find time, then go through the novel of Vinod ji. Relax. Finding the meaning always does not get anything in life. Sometimes it is necessary to spend 'goa ki bagar' only.
Who will never come to my house
I meet them
I will go to them.
A booming river will never come home
Meet people like river
Go to the river
Some will swim and sink.
Mountains, mounds, rocks, ponds
Innumerable tree farms
Will never come home to me
Meet people like farm barns
Village-village, jungle-lanes will go.
Who are constantly working
I am not leisure
Like them from a necessity
I will continue
I like this last wish of myself
I would like to have the first wish.
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