Everyone has a beach with a favorite name written in their mind...

- Shabd Surane Mele-Rajesh Vyas 'Miskin'

- How pathetic? God is everywhere. Not just in human understanding

To read a tattoo on the hand,

I am illiterate, Barakhdi so I study.

Nothing left to say now -

A lot if you understand just by pointing!

A dream trembles within the mind,

So I saved you.

is the building of understanding closed for ages,

Tried hard... but the door didn't open.

Your coming today is great,

A courtyard decorated with rumours.

One evening we at the beach -

Yes, you wrote 'being on the sand'.

'Dileep' of the moment, I am a dead body.

I caress the wound of memory.

- Dilip Modi

Being able to read books is not a big deal. Being able to read someone's heart is a great thing. Values ​​are expressed in language but language is a very weak medium. It cannot contain everything. The language of flowers, the language of birds, the language of springs, the language of children can only be read and understood by those with a heart. Dr. Dilip Modi has been working in the field of ghazal and mutak with devotion for years. Mukatka kshetra is said because he has given collections of mukatkas. It is not an easy thing to get hurt in a four row mutak. A poet is not illiterate. So he is a doctor but he knows that the whole world is a university for learning. To read a tattoo on someone's arm. It's not about watching, it's about reading. A tattoo is thus a picture. But if you want to solve that picture, you have to study the barakhdi of love and that is why it is said that I am studying that barakhdi.

When there is nothing more than nothing and yet you cannot explain, finally you have to explain only with gestures. Here too, language is spoken about. When you get tired of explaining to someone and they don't understand, you have to try to explain with gestures. Two mute persons, two strangers are explaining to each other with gestures. Here both have the same language and yet they do not understand each other. Therefore, as part of the Marnia effort, the matter has been explained with gestures.

Shivering happens twice, one in cold and one in fear. A dream is trembling in the mind. He sacrificed his life just to survive. Tried to save it with the energy of Prana.

God is in calculation. If we ask the question that where is God, it is difficult to answer it. Mary has discovered the place where God does not live. Where there is no God.

Don't say where you are not, let me say where you are not.

I don't understand anything, come understand.

How pathetic God is everywhere. Not just in human understanding. It is powerful that the mind has this thing called understanding. When someone tells us that I did not understand what you said, it only means that I do not understand what you are saying. We politely try to explain again and again and he repeatedly says I don't understand. Understanding, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, all this is created by us. Our prejudices are so ingrained that we are not ready to accept anything. Here also the same manipulation has been talked about. The building of understanding has been closed for some ages. We keep trying and still the door doesn't open.

One of the characteristics of lovers is that even if they hear a rumour, they accept it as fact. Roll your eyes and take it as an omen or a bad omen. The news of the arrival of the beloved character is constantly ringing in the mind. Lovers decorate and fill the sleeping courtyard, the empty courtyard with just that Bhankara. The place where two people meet is the sea. And if there is no sea, then the meeting of both of them, the love of both of them, their existence would make the sea around. One thing you may have noticed on the seashore is that the waves keep on surging one after the other without getting tired. A wave comes and recedes, the wet sand dries up a little, and in the fourth or fifth second, another rushing wave has come up on the shore. No matter how much you meet a loved one, that meeting is not bigger than life. One evening we met and wrote each other's names on the wet sand as proof of our existence. But how long will that name last? How long will that union last? Another wave, a bigger, stronger wave comes rushing in and obliterates the name in seconds. After that, some waves must have risen on that seashore; How many years have passed? But still that sea stands intact in memories with shores written with our name. Everyone has a beach with a favorite name written in their mind. Everyone knows that name was erased in seconds years ago and yet everything is intact in the heart. Then the tears of the eyes keep rising like waves and they keep on kneading the written name.

The fun of every poem is that you get stuck at a line you like and that line puts you in your own world. Words are all symbols. Home is not a house in the word. River is new in the word river but these words connect us with our universe.

Man mostly lives in the past. A man like a living corpse lives his life by shedding the scars of old memories and maintains the illusion that he has lived a beautiful life for so long. Let's see another ghazal of Dilip Modi. Sometimes we talk unconsciously, we mumble and think if someone has heard? Afraid and flustered.

Manoman...

What did I mutter like this?

I was blown away for no reason!

Even the concept was an old myth,

Lyo, with the time it was knocked out.

Where is the implementation of all ideas possible?

Where the value of expressed mind fell.

With these wrinkles of waiting,

Look at the face of love.

Cheek marks still present,

A sea of ​​tears drowned here.