Living Diagonally In My Parallel World!

आज चाँद झाँककर देख रहा था खिडकीसे लगता है मेरी तन्हाईके चर्चे आसमानों पर हैं उम्मीद थी यह रास्ता तेरे घर को ले चले उम्र गुजर गयी हम यही रास्ता तकते रहें ये मुहबत की बन्दिशें भी बड़ी अजीब हैं क़ैद कर के हमें फ़रार कहें हम पर था इलज़ाम बेवफाई का हम तो उनसे दिल लगाकर खुद से ही अजनबी रहें किसका रास्ता तकती रहती है मेरी ऑंखें एक अरसा हो गया किसी को आये हुए बस एक खामोश खालीपन भरा पड़ा है उसने तो मिलने का वादा भी नहीं किया था कसूर तो अपना ही था के उम्मीदों को जगाये रखा वह दोस्ती को जताते रहें और हम मुहोबत तलाशते रहें अब तो ये अपनी ही मजबूरी हो गयी है के अकेलेपन से बातें करता हूँ और खामोशियोंसे लड़के पुरानी तस्वीरें लिए सो जाता हूँ

A monk decided to meditate alone, away from his monastery. He took his boat out to the middle of the lake, moored it there, closed his eyes and began meditating. After a few hours of undisturbed silence, he suddenly felt the bump of another boat colliding with his own. With his eyes still closed, he felt his anger rising, and by the time he opened his eyes, he was ready to scream at the boatman who had so carelessly disturbed his meditation. But when he opened his eyes, he wa s surprised to find that it was an empty boat that had struck his own. It had probably gotten untethered and floated to the middle of the lake. At that moment, the monk had a great realization. He understood that the anger was within him; it merely needed the bump of an external object to provoke it out of him. From then on, whenever he came across someone who irritated him or provoked him to anger, he would remind himself, that the other person was merely an empty boat, the anger was within him...