I am in love

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I am in love; in love with my wooden bench near the jogging track. I love to walk slowly and there is no reason not to run.

I am a walker. Not a runner. And most of the times I don’t even walk. I just sit and watch others walk, jog or run. Sometimes, I see someone running, and tired, who occasionally comes and sits on the same bench. We talk a while and then we get up and walk a little. Slowly, I notice that I am walking slower, and the gap increases. I try to run, but it looks futile. I raise my hand, wave and move back to my bench.

I watch the distance growing. Looks like this distance will never get patched. It is increasing with each day passing. In all these years, this is the first time, no actually second time, when I felt that I am tired. Actually, I am tired of being myself.

I am again on my wooden bench. This time, I want to get in the sleep mode. I remove my jacket, fold it and place it under my head, before I spread myself on the victorian marvel. Plugged in my ears, my music player sings my familiar set of songs.

I love this bench; I love this muddy ground on which this bench stands.

I would feel very odd if this bench stands up and walks away.

But I guess, one day, it will.

Resisting Change

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Feeling like a centipede

with each foot flat

on wet muddy earth

holding for grip

gripping for stability

firmly resisting change

and then suddenly

looking up to a shadow

flying towards me

the vulture of time

diving in the sky

shooting in my direction

very close, very close

just… about to..
………….
………………..

no escape..

have left all hope

well....almost…
…..

still holding my

hundred feet

on the earth

…….

Will my earth hold me too?

...

??!!??!!??!!

The strings of love

...
The strings of love,

entangled and tied,

pulling, stretching,

breaking themselves

in the three steel hands

of my wrist watch

second by second,

minute by minute

hours pass by,

but the night stands tall,

no morning rays in sight yet।



Sometimes, I want to get

A new string that won’t break

A perfect watch –that won’t tick

A pair of eyes, that won’t wait

A brave mind, that won’t fear

A plastic heart – that won’t beat
Ever।

Its Magic ...... LOL

दुनिया जिसे कहते हैं, जादू का खिलौना है,
मिल जाए तो मिटटी है, खो जाए तो सोना है।

अच्छा सा कोई मौसम, तनहा सा कोई आलम,
हर वक़्त का रोना तो, बेकार का रोना है।

बरसात का बादल तो, दीवाना है क्या जाने,
किस राह से बचना है, किस छत को भिगोना है।

गम और खुशी दोनों, कुछ देर के साथी है,
फिर रस्ता ही रस्ता है, हसना है ने रोना है.

It is coming.

Yes, eventually it will happen.
You saw it much before I saw it. You worked hard to show it to me all the way in last few months, but I couldn’t see it coming.
Today, you were able to show it to me. It was there in front of my mind.
I could feel a dark shadow on what I presently consider a bright spot of my life.
It is not very far. Yet, I will do everything I can, to avoid it.
If it has to, eventually it will happen.
God Forbid.

Dil Dhoondta Hai .....