sakhi

जो पास तेरे वही तेरा, बाकी सब मोह का फेरा। तू क्यूँ समझ ना पाया, तन मिट्टी है, मन माया ।

[sojaopragati]

।। ॐ क्लीं कृष्णाय नमः।।

[sojaopragati]

ਐਸੀ ਮਰਣੀ ਜੋ ਮਰੇ ਬਹੁੜਿ ਨ ਮਰਨਾ ਹੋਇ

Aisi Marni Jo Marey, Bahur Na Marna Hoe

Whoever dies, let him die such a death, that he does not have to die again.

ਕਬੀਰਾ ਮਰਤਾ ਮਰਤਾ ਜਗੁ ਮੁਆ ਮਰਿ ਭੀ ਨ ਜਾਣੈ ਕੋਇ

ਐਸੀ ਮਰਣੀ ਜੋ ਮਰੇ ਬਹੁੜਿ ਨ ਮਰਨਾ ਹੋਇ

Kabira Marta Marta Jag Muaa, Mar Bhi Na Janai Koe

Aesi Marni Jo Mare, Bahur Na Marna Hoe

Kabeer, the world is dying – dying to death, but no one knows how to truly die. Whoever dies, let him die such a death, that he does not have to die again.

ਕਿਆ ਜਾਣਾ ਕਿਵ ਮਰਹਗੇ ਕੈਸਾ ਮਰਣਾ ਹੋਇ

ਜੇ ਕਰਿ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਮਨਹੁ ਨ ਵੀਸਰੈ ਤਾ ਸਹਿਲਾ ਮਰਣਾ ਹੋਇ

Kia Jaana Kiv Marahge Kaisa Marna Hoye

Je Kar Sahib Manahu Na Veesrai Ta Sahila Marna Hoye

How can anyone know how death will come, or what kind of death it will be? If the Lord does not leave the heart and mind, then dying becomes easy.

[sojaopragati]

Today feels like someone dragged the world across sandpaper and put it back crooked. Everyone’s faces look carved out, like they aged overnight, like something got stolen from them but nobody wants to admit what. They keep speaking in half-sentences, stopping abruptly, as if even their thoughts are bruised. I try to catch a word, any word, but everything slips past me like I’m made of gaps.

There’s a strange emptiness in the air.. sharp, metallic.. the room is breathing for someone who isn’t bothering to breathe back. People avoid the corner where the light falls wrong, like that patch of floor remembers something they’re trying very hard to forget. Even the air feels guilty today. Heavy. Disobedient.

My chest feels… hollow, something important packed its bags and left without telling me. But everyone keeps glancing at that hollow space as if they can still see the outline of whatever used to live there. They whisper around it, gesture at it, cry at it, like the absence has more presence than I do.

Moved, nobody notices. Spoke, words don’t land anywhere. It’s almost funny, how loudly they miss something I can’t even feel missing. Kept waiting for someone to call me back, fix the glitch, correct the mistake that tore yesterday apart, but all I hear is the sound of people breaking softly, pretending they’re not.

Whatever happened… it must’ve been violent, but in a quiet way, the kind that doesn’t bleed, just erases. And the terrifying part is not that I’m gone. It’s that I’m still here, watching everyone mourn something I can’t recognize as myself.

[sojaopragati]

I drown myself in storms and crawl back dripping,

pretending I never begged the sea to keep me.

I press my body to the edge of moving trains,

then step away like death and I are old friends.

I hand my veins to the night,

and when morning refuses the deal,

I take them back.. shaking.

I break myself against walls only I can see,

then walk away bleeding and call it living.

-pragati

[sojaopragati]

Falak se tooti hui koi dua reh jaayegi, Labon pe aadhi kahi, aadhi khata reh jaayegi.

Jo raaste pe mile the wo chehre paraaye lage, Wafa ki maang mein kyon har daga reh jaayegi.

Main ja bhi jaun to khamoshiyaan kuch kahengi, Suno to dil mein Khuda-si saza reh jaayegi.

Kafan mein lipti hui saansen kahan so paayengi, Ye kaisa bojh hai jo rooh tak reh jaayegi.

- pragati

[sojaopragati]

And that day, again, a 13-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug.

But did he come?

He did not.

Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature;

Men

[sojaopragati]

When everyone simps over an "I Love You" But Shree Ram told Sita Mata:

"त्वया विना स्वर्गम अपि ना रोचये"

(Even the heaven is useless for me without you)

[sojaopragati]

throughout my childhood i believed that what i thought about was different from what other kids thought about. it was not necessarily more profound, but there was a struggle going on inside me to find some sort of creative or spiritual or aesthetic way of seeing the world and organizing it in my head.

[sojaopragati]

Tere paas yaadon ka mela rahe ga

Tu logon mein rah kar akela rahe ga

[ashru-premika]

Why only our dharma is constantly questioned? Why only us after being the oldest have to still provide those who don't believe in with proofs of our culture our HISTORY?

And even after many proofs why do they still say that our gods are a myth?

Why a dharma, the ONLY dharma that has not one but many ancient scriptures said to be illogical?

Why the Dharma that has scriptures like Bhagvad-Gita, 4 vedas, over two hundred Upanishads, a lot of puranas and many more that has answers and to all the questions that one must have and cover everything with reasons, logic and science still questioned and said to be illogical or 'andhvishwas' ?

Why?

Remember people it's not a religion it's what life is about. It's not backwards, it's the most liberal, scientific dharma.

SANATAN IS NOT JUST A DHARMA, IT'S THE WAY OF LIFE.

RadheKrishn 🙏🏽

[sojaopragati]

❝there is only one meaningful word in life, and that is bliss. Happiness and unhappiness are not meaningful; they have been created by dividing bliss into two. The part that is in accord with you, that you accept, is called happiness, and the part that is discordant to you, that you deny, is called unhappiness.❞

❝They are our interpretations of bliss, divided - and as long as it agrees with you it is happiness and when it begins to disagree with you it is called unhappiness.❞

Bliss is truth, the whole truth.

❝It is significant that the word bliss, is anand in Sanskrit, is without an opposite. Happiness has its opposite in unhappiness, love has its opposite in hate, heaven in hell, but bliss has no such opposite. It is so because there is no state opposed to bliss. If there is any such state, it is that of happiness and of misery both. Similarly, the Sanskrit word moksha, which means freedom or liberation, has no opposite. Moksha is the state of bliss. Moksha means that happiness and misery are equally acceptable.❞

[sojaopragati]

माटी कहे कुम्हार से, तू क्या रौंदे मोहे

एक दिन ऐसा आएगा, मैं रौंदूंगी तोहे.

[sojaopragati]

Ji, main vairaagee hona chahti hoon !

[ashru-premika]

Some of these "sigmas" be having 'Jai Shree Ram' written in their bios and consider maryada purushottam their idol and then be following misogynists and commenting things like " jaake bartan dho/jaake khana bana/ ab ayenge saari feminist ki ch**i " under posts that be calling them out. Like dude first of all...do you even know who SHREE RAM was?? Or why he's known as MARYADA PURUSHOTTAM? Do you know basic manners?

They don't the first thing about Shree Ram. They don't know how to respect humans. They use vulgar/offensive words against women almost all the time.

Fucking infuriating seeing the some so called 'influencers' filling young people's brain with so much hatred and disrespect against women. More annoying that there's no more awareness about it and ppl are still taking memes like "women☕" lightly.

It's not funny being a hypocrite and saying "women☕" when a woman does something wrong and saying "The Boys" when men do something wrong. It is not appropriate and very disrespect when they say "go do the dishes" whenever they're called out for their mannerless behaviour.

[sojaopragati]

Ab kaise chhoddey iss Sapne ko. Yahaan toh kaagaz ke phulon se bhi Gulaabon ki mehek aati hai...

[sojaopragati]

Ek din

Annkhein hongi nam, or sab kuch jaega tham

Dil chahe ga dhadakana doobara, par dhadakne denge na hum

[sojaopragati]

Chalo chalte hain

Us aur jaha har ek khush ho

Chalo chalte hain

Us aur jaha har kamana Puri ho

Agar aise dagar chal pade toh kya Kushi se santushti hogi?

Agar aise dagar chal pade toh kya saare kamnaye Puri hogi?

Soch kar uttar de Dena

Jeevan jee ke dekh lena

Har dagar le jaye sirf ek nagar

Us nagar ka pata kahi se doondh Lena

Dhond loge toh mujhe bata dena

Jeevan toh ek pariksha hain Uttar khud me hi hain

Jara khud se batla Lena..