He was running and running as if I was in a race; as if flesh eating hounds were unleashed and chasing him. Though he was putting all the efforts, he was weighed down with something. Something that was not visible yet cannot deny the fact that it was pulling him down. There were signs of frustration, determination and exhaustion which showed that he had been on this race for a long time. Continue reading
All was quiet except for the crunching sound of dry leaves under my feet and the air rushing through the woods. Exhausted, I was almost on the top yet so far. The final stretch approached, the trail got steep and dangerous. But I said to myself, ‘This is my mountain and I will climb it’. The looked at the dancing trees to the whistling of the wind, the humming of birds guiding the visitors and the scattered light that filters through the trees when sun shines. And I was here, on the top, conquering this massive, magnificent piece of art by Mother Nature. I feel weightless and innocent, just admiring the beauty in its purest form. Finally I was here, admiring the great Himalayan range and watch the sun going down the horizon. And as I recall my way to the top, I was able to understand the gist of my journey. Continue reading
Everything around us is dull and dead except for the box of old photos. Nothing moves in the box yet it feels so lively when going through it. You are lost in the moment and the only thing that is constant is you breathing and that smile on your face; smile that was not there a moment before and will turn off the moment you are done. People come and go, some for hours, some for years and life goes on. But the pictures, they remain… retaining the life as it was. Unlike us.
Who am I? Am I in control of myself? Or I am just a shadow of myself or a fragment of who I should be. Am I the salt or the water; Am I me or you; one of many or one of few? Am I a thought, a perception, dream or a nightmare? Or am I a closed book deserted in the clustered bag or on a shelf in the library. Continue reading
I stared out through the glass; head tilted against the train window. I was searching for a thought to grasp onto, one out of many running through my mind. It was silly of me to be surprised at the one I chose.
The pain instantly found its way into my chest, causing me to wince. At times, I had to ask myself if I enjoyed it. It was something I’d put myself through more frequently. Patiently, eyes closed, I whispered. Hold on, it will pass, just wait it out. Continue reading
Patience is a quality that we seem to forget or ignore. As we evolve, we grow impatient every minute. Be it while standing in queues for tickets or stuck in traffic and waiting for lights to change. In a literal sense, patience is defined as the person’s capability to accept and tolerate the delay without getting upset about it. But do we take the pain to understand the deeper meaning within? Word Patience implies the willingness to stay in the present and living it to fullest with a belief that something good will happen to us when the time is right.
We are, all, born in a world of preference. Continue reading
Who was that girl in the metro; preoccupied with her thoughts, gazing out of the window as sun settles down. Dark hairs, good looks but sad expressions… the way she sat, the far gaze, what’s wrong with here, i thought.
I wanted to ask the reason of the empty look in her crystal eyes as if life was being sucked out of her. Reason she was holding her hands under her thighs that they were almost pale. Her shoulders were down with the whatever she was going through. One could see that she was afraid if people would notice that she was not comfortable.
But as i was looking at her, she turned and our eyes met. My first thought was to look away but i didn’t nor did she. As if she wanted someone to ask her what’s wrong. But before i could say anything, a women in her late 40s sitting next to her asked, “are you all right?”. “I am, yes, I am”, she said. Panic in her voice was visible. As the station arrived, she picked her stuff in a desperate attempt to flee. As she left the metro car, i continued looking at her face; face that was carrying scars of hard life shed been through.
She finally sat on the bench, away from the dwelling eyes of curious people. And as the door closed and metro moved, i could see the tears flowing from her eyes. The pain in its raw form; i felt for her.
He sat in shock by the pain of betrayal and speratation as his eyes filled with tears. Looking around the empty room, he thought its best to sit here and watch his word burn. Razors to wrist, the fan and the rope or the traffice on the roads, all had crossed his mind.
He was on the verge of meltdown but before he could there were questions in his mind he wanted answers to. He wanted to know if it was that easy for her to walk away. He wanted to stare into her eyes and know if it is hurting her ,taking her breath away like his. But that moment was long gone. “Please tell me that i cannot love you anymore”, the last he could say before she left. Broken, hurt, adandoned, just watching his life wash away. The pain was excruciating, felt like it was crushing his soul.
But she was gone forever, leaving nothing but the memories. Memories that he will drag, memories that will haunt him forever.
आँखों में नमी थी , दिल में कमी
हम मुस्कुराते रहे फिर भी
क्युकी उनके चेहरे पर हंसी थी
Lately, there has been a lot on my mind. Things that are distracting, disturbing and making me think back on my life decisions. But I realized, sometimes life makes you go through so much, brings you full circle to a place you’ve been to before just to show how much you have grown. Amidst the storm in your heart and war with you mind, you remember the last time you were here. “Its’ all for the best”, “You’ll get over with it”,”Time heals everything” and more that was said to you. These are all well-meant, caring words people tend to say when someone they know or love is hurt. Sometimes you don’t know what to say back to them but this time you know that these phrases make things worse. Telling someone who has lost their loved ones that times heals will not help them in the raw pain they are in that very moment.
But have you ever stopped and thought about why you feel hurt when you’re in a relationship? Continue reading
Sometimes loving you from all my heart is not enough,
Sometimes being loyal with you be of any worth,
How hard I cry, it won’t really matter,
She would never notice my heart that’s completely shattered…
I am in a shrill pain of the unseen wounds,
Trying to figure out whether any medicine would ever be a boon?
After all the possible ways to make you stay,
Whether it was to change myself or mend my way…
You said that I no longer have a space in your life,
And it’s better for me to search for some other reasons to be alive…
Ok! Dear I will move away from you…
So much far that my existence in your life will have no clue!
You will soon be able to wash my memories away,
And replace me with much more better things of this world’s bay!
But one thing that would always be in your possession,
A memoir that could have no other substitution…
That would be my HEART that you had once taken away,
And promised to treasure it till the doom’s day!
Do have a look someday on that meaningless thing,
You will always find your presence in each of its limbs…
You will find something written if you carefully view,
It says, “Dear, I still love you…”