looft uthati hai ye duniya
hum bhi apna kabhi kahbi
tamasha bana lete hai...
Aa jata hai rang kisi ka
khumar is tarah se
reh nahi jata phir
kuch bhi aisa bhi hota
phir tanhai ke saath
apne zahen ki dariya mein
gota lagate hai hum phir
shayad kuch yaad aaye na
hum apni hi masti mein
jhoom lete hai
hum bhi apna kabhi kahbi
tamasha bana lete hai...
Aa jata hai rang kisi ka
khumar is tarah se
reh nahi jata phir
kuch bhi aisa bhi hota
phir tanhai ke saath
apne zahen ki dariya mein
gota lagate hai hum phir
shayad kuch yaad aaye na
hum apni hi masti mein
jhoom lete hai
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Hi Prashant,
I read some of the writings in your blog, including the one on death and the Ghazl lyrics..
Ya dharti ke zakhmo par marham rakh de
ya mera dil pathar karde ya allah..
My findings in this context can be expressed in two simple words.. Empathy and Sympathy. I have been told that both the words mean being able to understand other's misery or feelings... however Sympathy means being affected by other's feelings whereas in Empathy you are able to hold other's feelings without being drained of your own positive energy..
I have yet to learn how to have empathy and not sympathy.. and I am open to learning about it.
Every problem has a key, and each sickness has a medicine. Even our Pain has a perfect remedy.. I am sure we will find it someday..
Good luck!
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