Amid the fast-paced times,forgetful memories and too many choices, I still search for...
a handwritten poetry in the world of typed ones,
a personal call in the world of whatsapp messages,
a conversation about life in the world of peppered gossips,
a shout of familiar voice in the world of half-hearted smiles.
Koi kehta hai waqt badal raha hai,
toh koi kehta hai bhaag raha hai.
Koi aanewale waqt ke intezaar mein hai,
toh kisika waqt dhal raha hai.
Waqt ki har chaal ko naapne walo, waqt toh bas guzar raha hai.
Sometimes there is no plan in place,no goal in sight,
but the journey has to go on.
Sometimes there is no check in place, no one to say right or wrong,
but the job has to be done.
Sometimes there is no outlet to the emotion,no proof of even its existence,
but the shaken heart has to be balmed.
Sometimes there is no shoulder to cry on, no place to hide tears,
but the tides have to be emptied.
Sun climbs up the sky,
Darkness goes to sleep,
Amid the change in their shifts,
Calender date takes a flip.
A body wakes up from the bed,
Keeping dreams and fantasies back in a drawer of mind,
A new day is like another chance,
Leaving all disappointments and misses behind.
Hot coffee rises in the cup,
To drown in the throat,
Body hopes to reach a different place,
While getting ready to sail in the same boat.
Calender read Oct 19, 2021.
Watch read 19.46.
But i was sipping cola from college canteen in 2009,
and worrying about the appraisal of March 2022.
All these while chipping the overgrown nail of index finger and waiting for 19.50 local train.
It felt as if the urge to escape from routine present made me a drama writer, who is simultaneously working on two stories. Both would not end in mind, but screenplay born out of overthinking would be potent enough to numb the present. Adding more air to the bubble of past and sucking every drop of hope that future could hold onto seems to be an art human has mastered while going through evolutionary process.
Or maybe mind wanted a high without consuming any substance. So mind began creating a cocktail of timelines.This episode made me ask a few questions to self.
Am i living my life?
Am just busy hijacking the moment with memories and imaginations?
Do we spend most of our times thinking about life, trying to predict outcomes, making ourselves believe that good is already gone and there is no chance it can recur ?
Do we subconsciously prevent ourselves from experiencing something new or unknown?
I am sure this has happened with many of you and many times. It is still happening without you even realising it.
The drama won't end easily. But being aware of the drama may always help.
Whish happy moments could be xeroxed and relived . There would be no need to rush to consume things, seek namesake companies, appreciate imposters.
seconds are outgrowing minutes,
minutes are distracting hours,
hours are tiring days,
days are reducing months to weekends,
months are forgetting seasons amd stealing years,
years are comsuming your life,ageing you,
you think you can control life with reminders amd alarms
Life had some moments where heart was in dilemma,
whether to pump-up in rage
to skip the beat,
whether to rush through the emotions
pause to repeat,
whether to break open the chest
bury it deep.
But i decided not to tear the page then,
and orphan the story of an infant emotion.
Just left it blank and folded,
in the arms of unfinished story,
which is still unfolding with every passing heartbeat,
with a hope that ink will mature one day,
just enough to let the folded page bloom into an answer,
heart felt for but couldn't seek.
I felt a bit of something everyday,
it went on for years,
all i have is outdated feelings,
people, situations and time have outgrown them.
A soul without body ain't a life,
and feelings without expression aren't emotions
kisi ki aur, kisise door,
pal ki azaadi dhundhta, saalon se majboor,
sapno ko haqeqat se jod,
chhilte kadmo ki andhi daud,
Aakhon mein paani, hothon par sharbat ki pyaas,
patjhad ka patta phir bhi oas ke mijaaz,
pahaad tha kabhi kadmo tale,
ab khaai mein koodta yeh mann chale..