Hold

At different mode and mould
There are different hold.

When I was a baby someone's hold me, take care of me. I too wanted to hold each and everything.

 

When I am young, I want to hold. Only what I love the most. In rare case those which I want to give a blow or throw them away afar

When I will be old, I want some one again to hold. A support to walk and talk, to reach a final destination. 

When I came I wanted to hold everything...

From my mother's arm to her love and compassion.
From my father's palm to his patience and power.
From my teachers writing to wisdom and warmth.

But
When I will go away from this world, I can't hold anything along with me. Eventhough you will hold some memory, some belonging... How long?

In between there were so many things I have to hold and so many thing to give from what I held.

What I am holding?
Is I am holding body?
Is I am holding thoughts?
Is I am holding my anger?
Is I am holding my emotions?
Is I am holding views?
Is I am holding image of you and world?
Is I am holding I in itself?

No analogy is perfect...

Whether I say

Just flow on
Or
Hold the truth.

Wise one knows

When to hold and when to let it go?
What to hold and what to let it go?
Why to hold and why to let it go?
How to hold and how to let it go?
Where to hold and where to let it go?
How much to hold and how much to let it go?

And finally asks

Who is holding?
Who is letting go?
Who am I?

May the wise in you who holds the secrets. Answers all your questions which you are holding in and entering into this new year. It happens only when  you yourself will not held it back to go and ask.
In order to hold the supreme, don't hold back anything. 

As I am writing this, a word comes 'holder' leading to another word 'householder'.

True,
Householder knows what to hold and what not? Why? How? When? Where?

Nature knows, body knows, everyone knows.

(I have jumped and moved thrice on this topic and here come another one)

Can you hold river?
Can you hold air?
Can you hold space?

Just halt for a moment.

Just have a breath and than let it go.

It's a fine art my friend.
It's science, it's art my friend.

What?When?Why?Where?Who?How and how much? To hold and let it go.

I hold a deep respect and gratitude to many souls and I give it out... some who has held name and are living, some who haven't hold any name or not holding a body.

May in the year 2018 we learn this science and art of holding and giving.

Eti shubham. 

[ Hold is a noun, which i came to know now.]

When 2017 die?

Some lines, random... Towards end... Might not make sense.. as I am not writing to make a patter , a sense to understand.

When you are near there is no fear.
It's your dearness which creates fear.

From ear or from err
I get fear.
It like looking from rear mirror
Things are closer than they appear.
Who gets disappear

I fear on my rhyme and poem
Does that make any sense
Difference in sensing
Makes me at either ease or fear
That's a constant message I am sending
Past to future

Love is one.
Fear is dual, that's why it broads very near.

Zero is one, first
You add, subtract, multiply or divide you know what you going to get.

But not with
One.. as it comes second.
It can sense
Dual power
High low
Good bad
Happy sad

Wait a minute!
Have you waited?
Didn't I told to wait?
So it's like this I don't do what I sense or been told
Reason sometimes are lamb and too cold.
Lets have a hot tea and end fear of all toxin passed so far.

If you still have some fear, call them very near.
Stood in front face to face , don't show your ass.
That's the only way to ace the fear.
Love is one.

जिंदगी का प्रेम

तू मुझे चाहती है।
तू मुझसे नही चाहती।
इसीलिए ए जिंदगी तू आती हे
चुप के,
चुप के से चली जाती।

मन मेरा करता हे,
तुझे आगोश में लेने का।
पर यह भूत भविष्य के वेले
उनकी नजर से छुप के
तुझे कैसे पकड़ू।

तुझे देना है सब कुछ,
पर क्या दे?
वो यादें, कल्पना या सपने?

कहानी मेरी, श्याही तेरी
उम्मीद है प्रेम बहेगा गहेरा।