Of Solitude And Wisdom

For the first time, I have attempted to write prose in Ghazal form. And it took a lot of time... many weeks. It’s still an amateurish effort 😊 but I’ve tried maintain the Radif and Qafiya while trying to keep the meaning intact. And yes, I know I have many more miles to go…. 😊😊😊

Over the past many months, I had to unlearn and learn a lot of things. My burnout nudged me to get used to many new aspects of everyday life… to pause and admire the daily things that we see, take for granted and move on. Reluctantly though, I started discovering the joy’s of Solitude – not the isolation but revelation. I realised that silence is not emptiness, but truth, and the journey of life itself is the treasure. Solitude is like a philosophy of inner abundance, where life’s deepest rewards are already present, waiting to be discovered. I realise this is getting deep, but the connect with ones “self” was a revelation for me. I think I am now enroute to understand the silence of my father in his last years.

 

हर मोड़ पे ज़िन्दगी का नया पैग़ाम मिला

तनहाई में भी खुद से दोस्ताना आम मिला

Life, at its core, is not a straight road but a series of turns, each bend carrying a hidden message, each detour revealing a new truth. Existence is constantly unfolding, where wisdom is not found at the end but in the very act of moving forward. Solitude, what many fear as emptiness, becomes a profound companionship. That the deepest friendship is with oneself. This is not loneliness, but intimacy with the soul a realization that the self is never truly alone. 

 

रोज़ के शोर में जो सच छूप रहा था

ख़ामोशी में वो हर अंदाज़ तमाम मिला

Noise, the endless chatter of daily life, often conceals the truth. Yet silence, far from being a void, is a mirror that reflects clarity. Truth is subtle, and only in stillness it reveals its full form.

 

दिल के दर्पण में अक्स अपना नया बन गया

हर सोच एक सितारा हर लम्हा एक इनाम मिला

Self-reflection transforms identity. When we peep in our heart’s mirror, a new image emerges, and every thought becomes luminous.  It elevates our ordinary existence into something like a cosmic significance, with each moment not mundane, but a gift, each thought a star in the constellation of consciousness. These were the thoughts when I wrote “हर सोच एक सितारा हर लम्हा एक इनाम मिला”

 

जहाँ लोगोंके साथ भी खालीपन था

वहीं तनहाईमें एक पूरा जहाँ मिला

We may be among people, but can feel an emptiness. There solitude opens infinite inner worlds. “वहीं तनहाई में एक पूरा जहाँ मिला” reveals the paradox:  the fullness ( of पूरा जहाँ)  lies not in external company but in the vast emptiness within (तनहाई).

 

सफर का मक़सद अब सिर्फ मंज़िल नहीं रहा

राह में ही सुकून का असल मक़ाम मिला

Finally, the journey itself becomes the destination. That is the ultimate insight: peace is not a prize waiting at the finish line, but the essence of the journey itself. The path is not a means to an end of journey, but the journey itself is the destination we seek. 

 

हर मोड़ पे ज़िन्दगी का नया पैग़ाम मिला 
तनहाई में भी खुद से दोस्ताना आम मिला 

रोज़ के शोर में जो सच छूप रहा था 
ख़ामोशी में वो हर अंदाज़ तमाम मिला 
 

दिल के दर्पण में अक्स अपना नया बन गया 
हर सोच एक सितारा हर लम्हा एक इनाम मिला 
 

जहाँ लोगोंके साथ भी खालीपन था 
वहीं तनहाईमें एक पूरा जहाँ मिला 
 

सफर का मक़सद अब सिर्फ मंज़िल नहीं रहा 
राह में ही सुकून का असल मक़ाम मिला