A Knock at the door!

A Knock at the door.

I expected the sweeper boy to collect the garbage but it turned out to be the post card that had not anything written on it but it whispered as soon as I touched it.

"She read the prose you wrote in the letters, she was crying and missing you. You weren't there but your words were. They tried to explain the moment when your heart was pouring out all the love in to those letters but they weren't enough to stop her from crying and regretting of not reading them all at the right time. I gave her all of them, all of your feelings written on them and came back bare handed. Now please free me from all this and tore me apart. It's my time to fade away with time.”

I killed the post card, closed the door and slept again. Memories have knocked the door before the morning that day.

उड़ान

एक पंछी उड़ा आसमान में,
ख़्वाहिशें लेके चाँद को पाने की,

बोल उठे वो डाल के पंछी,
ये तो ज़िद हे उसकी,
पेड़ो को छोड़ वहाँ जाने की,

उत्सुक हुआ ये मन देखने को,
कि कोशिश करेगा वो,
इन बैठे हुए पंछी को समजाने की,

पर निकला वो राही आसमानों का,
उड़ चला लेके हौसला तूफ़ानों का।

ख़बर ना रही हमें!

ख़बर ना रही हमें,

कब ख़यालों से दिल लगा बैठे,

एहसास ये हमें तब हुआ,

जब दुनिया से नज़रें चुरा बैठे।

ख़बर ना रही हमें,

कब फ़ासला उस कल से बना बैठे,

एहसास ये हमें तब हुआ,

जब नज़रें उससे मिला बैठे।

ख़बर ना रही हमें,

कब सपने पलकों पे सज़ा बैठे,

एहसास ये हमें तब हुआ,

जब आँखों से मुस्कुरा बैठे।

ख़बर ना रही हमें,

कब रिश्ते कई भुला बैठे,

एहसास ये हमें तब हुआ,

जब यादों से टकरा बैठे।

ख़बर ना रही हमें,

कब जीना सबको सिखा बैठे,

एहसास ये हमें तब हुआ,

जब हमें देख के कई अपने मुस्कुरा बैठे।

वो रोज़ की बात हो गई थी अब !

वो रोज़ की बात हो गई थी अब,

जो ज़िंदगी ऐसे अपना दिन बिताती,

कहेने को कमाने वो जाती,

कमबख़्त ख़ुद ही रोज़ ख़र्च हो जाती।

अंधेरी रात में ये सपने दिखाती,

फिर धूप निकलते ही हक़ीक़त से मिलवाती।

उलजनो के संग क़दम मिलाती,

पर रोज़ रोज़ एक नई उलजन को,

जाने अनजाने अपने गले लगाती।

हालातों  से लाचार हो जाती,

हिम्मत उस पल जुटा कर,

एक क़दम बढ़ाकर ज़रा मुस्कुराती।

वो रोज़ की बात हो गई थी अब,

जो ज़िंदगी ऐसे अपना दिन बिताती।

An evening with the sun ray!

"Ouch" A slap on my back and I was out of my imaginary thoughts.

"You said you are coming in 15 minutes and you are still here looking at the sun" my sister burst out the frustration & added
"Where were you lost?"

"Didi you won't believe, Can you see that Sun rays?
It all started when it came through that fence and thorns, I wanted to capture into my eyes;

A New born sun ray : Pure, clean and focused.

Nature has its own way to ignite a spark of imagination in you. It's true I felt to write a poem on it.
but I couldn't and I will be honest I fell short of the right words to describe the world I entered at the moment. It seemed like it was its first journey to meet its mother earth travelling all the way from its father's territory. Questions started popping out of my mind just like the junior KG student who gets curious on meeting a senior class student.

When you are connected by all the senses with nature you get all the answers just at time.

And then the conversation begin :

"Hey you look so fresh, can I ask you a question?"

"Hello mate, sure"

"Don't you feel tired travelling so long from the sun to the earth?"

It's was as innocent as it's answer

"I didn't knew when is the distance called long or short all my father told me is to reach here and touch my mother's feet so here I am."

Lesson learned: If we keep measuring the size of problems we have we would reach no where even close to our goals.

"Hey are you there? or lost somewhere?"

"I was just looking at these thorns and fence,
 Did these thorns and fence hurt when you passed through it?"

"The moment I left my home I had only one goal to reach to my mother and all I could see was my mother nothing else bothered me."

Lesson learned: If the mind is set towards the goal then obstacles can't bother you along the path.

"You must proud to reach first to your mother?"
I couldn't resist asking it the reason behind the smile
"Why are you smiling?"

"None of us believes in race, we might have the same wish or task or goal in mind but it doesn't matter if I come first or they come first, All that matters is we all do it with our capability."

Lesson learned: Your dreams, your goals might be similar to others but that doesn't mean you are in race with them, Stop chasing people focus on your goal and chase it.

This time i was caught smiling
 "Now why are you smiling?"

"It took you few minutes to teach me the things I was searching since long" "

Before I could hear more my sis patted me in the back
"Can we interview your sun ray later?
  Go and bring this from the grocery store."

"Thank you" I uttered at the sky checking the long list she gave me.

मिट्टी का इन्सान

भटक कर उस शाम एक अनजान गली से गुज़र रहा था,

अदभुत था नज़ारा,

मिट्टी का इन्सान कई प्रतिमाएँ मिट्टी से बुन रहा था ।

तुलिका लिए अपने हाथो मे, कल्पनाओ से रंग को चुन रहा था,

दंग रह गई ये निगाहें,

जब देखा वो प्रश्न पुछ के उस मूरत से जवाब उससे वो सुन रहा था ।

वो विद्वान था या मूर्ख इन्सान ?

एसे विचार ये मन बुन रहा था,

अगर हे वो भगवान है हर जगह,

फिर इन्सान मिट्टी को ही क्यों चुन रहा था?

आवाज़ उसके अंदर ही थी,

फिर वो मूरत से क्यों सुन रहा था?

अदभुत था नज़ारा,

मिट्टी का इन्सान कई प्रतिमाएँ मिट्टी से बुन रहा था ।

An eye through a window!!

I saw him through that window of past, it was raining and thundering, May be the rains weren't out of mood like him.

I saw his face, he felt relieved as he sat on the sofa leaning back, touching the cushion but his eyes were still struggling with tears and staring at the motion of the brown coloured fan on the ceiling.

He was exhausted and so was his phone, it was just a one hand distance he needed to cover to switch on the charger,  Internet was the only motivation he needed to cover the not so long distance with himself being in the battery saver mode. 

But from all the 437 favourites in his list, it was no one with whom he can speak and share out all the pain and misery revolving inside his mind palace.

The Void level reached beyond the threshold limit and He screamed out on his notepad : 

Please talk to me,

Where are you? , You used to whisper that words in my ears and I used to enter the dream land with peace of mind recovering inside my body, 

I miss you do you hear me? I know you do because even the eyes have stop allowing the tears to come out of their room.

They ask me about you, are you still there or is it mind hallucinating the pictures from memories?

It's been years I visit that stop we last met in my memory palace, you closed my eyes with your hand and went away in that bus,

I ran behind shattering that dream finding myself in the world without you.

I looked in the mirror, it was me but it wasn't the me that I saw in your eyes,

Yet another story ended after first draft, 

I started the day with a thought to move on again.