From here go to the desert, from here to the river ...

- Meets the word tune - Rajesh Vyas' Miskin

- In this world we do not sin less. In earlier times, people used to go to the forest and perform penance. In fact, now the heat of this world is so much that living in it is like doing penance

The remnants of a broken dream

At such a turn now stands the caravan,

From here go to the desert, from here to the river.

From here, things get trickier, and this is where the true love begins!

From here I can walk in the valley of darkness

From here I can swim - drown from here

From here to the moment, from here to the century.

From here go to the desert, from here to the river

From here, things get trickier

Or go and live in the rate of black pain

From here I go to the grave or to the house

From here to now, never from here

From here go to the desert, from here to the river.

-Kisan Sosa.

Every man has a moment to make a big decision. A big decision does not always have to be a big one. Most of the time, when it comes to making a choice in life, if it is excellent, then the question of choice does not arise. But when you have to choose between the two, you have to choose which is less bad. We have all faced such a turning point in life. Thus this Nazm is the Nazm of a man standing on such a turn. Poet Kisan Sosa has dubbed this Nazm "the remnant of a broken dream".

When dreams are shattered in life, everything is shattered, there is no decision to go back or move forward, then the mind is in a lot of awkwardness. Starting life anew or repairing everything that has gone wrong? At this moment a title of Shekhadam Abuwala's Urdu poetry comes to mind. He came to India after living in Germany for many years. Had left Germany forever. India was to be re-established in its homeland forever. I went home with my guru Gani Dahiwala to meet him. During the conversation, he described his sadness in such a beautiful way that we could say wow and sigh. "Gani, I have just come to bury my dream." Some child dies and you come and bury him in your arms. What kind of shock?

The remnants of Kisan Sosa's shattered dream are like re-reading Nazam. Imagine that you are standing near a place, at a time in your life, at a turning point in your life where you have to make a decision. If your feet are two-way from the bottom. Going to the desert on one side and going to the river on the other. The mind immediately said to go to the river. But what if there are harsh conditions towards it? And if there is any kindred kinship towards the desert? You just ask me if I can go to the world of dreams from here. From here I can go to the valley of darkness. From here, my whole life changes, Bhav swims towards it and if I go towards this, I can drown. From here, things get trickier, and this is where the true love begins! Which way to go?

You can go from where you stand to the moment of life, and if you go from where you stand to the other side, you have to go and live in pain. From here you can go to the grave and from here you can go back home and settle down. From here on out, you can go to the moment. Going to the right now. From here, things get trickier. In fact, this state is of Mahabhinishkraman. Within each of our lives comes a moment of decision as to where to travel.

In this world we do not sin less. In earlier times, people used to go to the forest and perform penance. In fact, now the heat of this world is so much that living in it is like doing penance. Every moment we are standing in the same place, living in the same moments, in the same circumstances that we feel that we are heading towards the desert from here. From here it leads to the river. Which way to go? Like every choice there are advantages as well as disadvantages. When you choose an item, you have to accept its pros and cons, both credit and credit. We are at a crossroads where both sides are likely to go.

Kisan Sosa is a very valuable creator of our Gujarati language. He has written life so closely in poetry that everyone is touched by it.

Glassware has become such a well-known tradition that life, heart, relationships, everything can be compared to glassware. This heart is said to be beating but it is not said when it will stop. When we used to take glassware as a child, the elders used to say that we should save and hold it. Don't break. In fact, it is not decided when a glass vessel falls out of hand or breaks. There is a constant fear that we should be very careful. There is a constant fear that it will not break, right? One needs a beautiful ghazal about living in the midst of contradictions.

With a glass vessel

Living with a glass vessel,

Living with the moment of eruption.

Living with a platoon of thirst,

Living with the ocean, the desert.

Avoiding stumbling,

Living with a blind barrier.

Not a single drop to drip,

Living with chest tightness.

To fly

Living with the buzz of the question.

Of the swamp that is not to be judged,

Living with deceptive kinship.

Not a single reason lives here, no,

Living with so many reasons.

Sang pan evo phalyo che kholiyane,

Living with a scarf.