Thursday, 28 January 2016

"Jo bhi main Kehna chahun, barbaad karen alfaaz mere......."

A breeze, a quiver and a myriad of feelings....
The mind quickly travels back in time.
Like in the Story, I am with him. 
We are alone. Temporarily! 

I still remember how we started talking.
I still remember the color of his eyes.
I still remember how unsettling the moonlight used to be.
I still remember the unison.
I still remember the signs.
I still remember the futile serendipity.
I still remember the Story.

Feelings are wonderful! Only if they'd come with a hurt-proof guarantee.
And what it is that hurts? The Lie or the Truth?

The Story is perennial. It's there in the back of my mind, no matter how distracted I am.
And each time I fail to get a logical answer to this, I am left to wonder what's written on the footnote of my soul. 

Well! Let me not try to word the Story at all. 
This song from the movie 'Rockstar' seems so apt.
"Jo bhi main Kehna chahun, barbaad karen alfaaz mere......." ("Whatever I wish to say, my words destroy it all.")

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

A Truth much far away.

When we met, he was like an open wound, merely surviving,
A quiver from his touch, and my soul would begin it's craving.
Every pore came open with an ultimate dream,
Not knowing how, I believed that I knew about him.

Becoming oblivious to all the how's and why's,
Undefined, unconfined, the vibes had then begun to rise.

On a full moon night, the traces of hope came together,
Whilst at the sea, gathered sand was taking shape forever.

We were quietly gifted, blissful and carefree.
From many such lifetimes, this one was chosen to be.
Once when I looked in the mirror, I found myself in his disguise,
A tiny breakthrough had taken, reality by surprise.

The answers came in, when I found a shadow aside;
I wondered it's existence and where my emotions now reside.
Baffled in resentment, my soul is struggling to replete,
Not knowing whether the twain shall ever meet.
Why is the distance so near, and why does nearness disobey?
Bricked in the shadow, is a truth much far away.


A song is playing in the background
Time fails to stand still. In fact, it quickly travels back where every brick was loved.

Why do I breathe the Time in, when I want it out? 
Why did I want to believe in you, when I had faith in Time?
Why I kept gathering the slipping moments, and why you kept up your Time for the world?
When even a breath couldn’t pass through the both of us, how did Time pass through?
How punctual was Time really then?

I am here again....

I am here again, and the memories unwind,
Feelings runneth over me, unconfined.
I am here again, whilst the times rewind,
An ice breaker sets in, between heart, soul and mind.
I am here again, helplessly on a path undefined,
My eyes seeking for a diversion, but tough to find.
I am here again, I see myself floating on a song,
Wonder what lies beyond it, right or wrong.
I am here again, where I quietly belong,
And where Time has forever agreed to prolong.