Rabjot Singh Quotes

Just a tiny fraction of the dust, we all are, could be reduced to nothing at any instant by the divine decree. If this fragility of your existence doesn't make you humble, nothing else can

See around, you shall find how relations oscillate between love and hate; it is the misery we our self create. What love really is we hardly know in spite of the big descriptions we all so eagerly throw.

Some seek it to run away from a dark past, they think salvation through it shall forever last. They forget, it is their psychological need which they mistook to be love otherwise it is a simple greed.

We brought it down from profundity to mere clinging and addiction, it then no longer serves as a benediction. The ancient texts declared it to be the elixir of life but the modern human reduced it to be a mere reason for strife.

Who truly loved have become scattered fragments of folklore, the beautiful suffering of it was such they always wanted more. They never looked for it in outer shapes and forms and perhaps created it all from their inner storms.

Another relation crumbles,
Another wall goes down,
Once sensible in Love,
Now they both appear mere clowns.
The atmosphere is filled with grief,
For no mistake of theirs, even the parents have no relief,
Finding fault is now the common norm,
And it further increases the storm.

Is it that difficult to be in Love?
The words took shape when I heard a story of another failure.

Every time they come close they get a shock when they find he is not rigidly Religious as they assumed. On the contrary he is a free spirited spontaneous bird who can accept as well as challenge any set of random beliefs. He is not confined by your ideal character and goodie talks that follow it. He can be open, He can be blunt, yet he knows Love is always at the forefront.

What you are looking for?" I asked him.

He contemplated for few seconds, looked towards a playing child nearby and then replied back in an excited tone, "There is surely a thirst in me, but for what I don't know; there is surely a hunger in me, but for what I don't know and let me assure you it is not related to the trivialities of life - better job, better sex and other luxuries. What attract others may not appeal to me, their passions may appear mundane to me and yet I realize there is a strong bond that connects us all"

"The question still remains the same, what exactly it is?" I asked.

"I wish, I knew that" He replied back.

"In spite of not knowing you still appear pretty much excited about it" I said.

"Hmm" He nodded back in approval.

Get drunk in love for it has no hangover, but only bliss

The definitions you seek cannot define it,
the logic you create cannot confine it.
It flows not with the passage of time,
yet it is the time by which you rhyme it.