A Fable Of Dreams

  Love, Jealous, Hatred, Vengeance! Or the Conception of prevailing sense of obscurity. ~Wuthering Heights.~ "He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!” .. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, The clock points at 3o'clock. .. 3 in the morning. Obviously! Wait, just don't tell me I'm hallucinating again! .. You see distinguishing between day dreams and nightmares has become tough these days. Like, I agree there's a fine line but the thin line seems to be faded. Honestly, I haven't been able to distinguish lately whether what I did was right or wrong! .. Coughing, Crawling, Drooling. Suffocation, Palpitations! Does it even matter? No, No, Not again. .. This is where it all began. The sense of obscurity over inclusion. The art of not fitting among the masses anymore. A series of "over analyzed" trails and here I'm with a host company i.e., always up with rants and...

  "We clung to books and to our friends; they reminded us that we had another part to us.” —The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society. ~~बचपन की बातें।~~ किसी दिन, एक बार फिर मुझसे कहीं, मिले तू। .. भूली अठनी सी, किसी बचपन की छोटी पुरानी शर्ट की पॉकेट से, कभी मिले तू। जिसका पता ना मुझे हो और ना तुझे, फिर भी किसी दिन यूं ही ऐसे ही मिले तू। .. और यूं ही उस अठनी को देखकर मैं कहीं खो जाऊं, फिर "हमारे" बचपन में, जहां कभी तेरे स्कूल ना आने पर, दिन - दिन नहीं लगता था, और "मेरी प्यारी दोस्त" पर निबंध कुछ अधूरा अधूरा सा रह जाता था। .. बातें यूं ही चलती थी, किस्सों का एक मेला था, खाने का डब्बा, क्या तेरा और क्या मेरा था? खुशनुमा सा एक मंज़र था। .. भूली अठनी सी, किसी बचपन की छोटी शर्ट की पॉकेट से, कभी मिले तू। जिसे कुरेद कर, मैं उस पर एक बार फिर अपना हक़ दिखा सकूं। खुशी तुम्हारी हो, जशन मैं मना सकूं। जन्मदिन तुम्हारा हो, टॉफियां साथ में, मैं बांट सकूं। बचपन की दोस्ती को, मुक्कमल मैं आज कर सकूं। .. भूली अठनी सी, किसी बचपन की छोटी शर्ट की पॉकेट से, कभी मिले तू। जिसका पत...

  ~~Pondering!~~ Is it too much to expect something out of unexpected? Is it too much a frill on my list? I have been feeling a bit unorchestrated, Maybe I have lost a will to live! .. I have been scared to the bones, Even thoughts of it bring back those chills! Filled with remorse for the cradles left untouched, How can regrets stay calm in the heat! .. I've been pulling the all-nighters, My eyes are heavy And so are my legs feel way-too weak! Mere thoughts just crushes my soul, Deprives me of my beliefs! .. Trust no process, That's how I have been. I'm scared to say the 'L-word'. I don't know if it's for myself or is there someone really in heed! .. I'm scared, In disbelief. Seeing myself Through your eyes, Stuck in this time loop Trapped in the dark! .. Confining the magic, Reflecting the shimmer of confetti. Makes me question myself: Every time, Everyday Even in this nick of time: Is this where I'm supposed to be at all? Or, is there something wo...

~~"Reflections"~~   .. To the tincture of purple: Added a few emotions of heart. To the voices of thunder: Added shrills of bereavement!  To the drops of rain: Added the "mirth" of cry! To the essence of Petrichor,  Dedicated the aroma of my choice!  For one who is bereaved comfort the bereaved and it is rightly said there is no right way of experiencing bereavement. .. This is how I feel,  When I perceive the reflection of "my alter ego!" A bit stubborn, A bit stupid. A way too chaotic, A little more inquisitive. .. And there's this urge to meet everyone,  To see everything! A wanderer of planets, A creator of dreams. Giving it's way to introspection: For every thought I believe, For every reflection I ought to unfold, For everything that I see, -A little less I perceive! .. "सुना है, ऊंचे महलों के उस पार का बाशिंदा है यह अन्तरंग मित्र। कभी एक कस्बे का राही, कभी अपने मन का राजा, कभी किताबों में ढलता काफ़िर, कभी अपने मन का सहारा। क...

~~"नादान परिंदे।"~~ कुछ इल्म की बात करते हैं,  एक इंद्रजाल की बुनाई करते हैं। दूर इस शहर की दौड़ धूप से,  कुछ लोगों की बात करते हैं। .. जिनसे ना मेरा कोई नाता है, और शायद न ही तुम्हारा। पर वे जितने तुम्हें अपने से लगते हैं,  शायद उसे ज़्यादा नहीं तो कुछ कम भी नहीं, वे मेरे भी उतने ही अपने हैं! .. जिनके होने का एहसास तुम्हें भी है, और शायद मुझे भी है, एक चिट्ठी आई है,  उन अपनों के गाँव से। .. आओ, तुम्हें सुनाता हूं-: .. ~~ वैसे तो कोई खास बात नहीं है, बस यूं ही यह चिट्ठी लिख रहा हूं, महामारी के चलते इस दौर में,  इंसानों के बीच किसी अपने को ढूंढ रहा हूं। .. चला गया था कुछ दूर मुझसे , यह बात कुछ साल पुरानी है। शहर की इस दौड़ धूप के बीच   मैंने भी अपनी एक शाखा गंवाई है। .. अब खोज रहा हूं, इस शहर की भीड़ में  अपने से अलग हुई शाखा को।  सींचा है जिसे बचपन में  , अपने लहु और पसीने से,  अब उसी शाखा की  अपने कर्त्तव्य को पूरा करने की रात आई है। .. क्यों जनाब, यह इतनी भी क्या रुसवाई है...

~~" Me and my "cup of coffee! "~~ .. I don't know,  When things changed so much?  Like can you believe: I shifted from whisky to coffee!  I know you'll be glad after hearing this: "The lukewarm water with Old Monk is not a daily affair anymore!" ... Full cream to skimmed,  Skimmed to black!  Yes, that's how the transition has been in these months!  Maybe that's the thing about "void"! When a part of you misses another part of you,  Which wasn't separated a long time ago but yes, It already feels like an eternity! ... A separated part of me has found its way of cutting down the interdependencies!  There's this intangible loss, yet so-prominent that I'm unable to fill this void.  A void that is marked by many unanswered questions, open endings and decree of events that changed me forever. ... What am I supposed to do now? Will this void be filled one day? How am I supposed to fill this void?  And above all,  ...

Covered in the thread of dark colored clothes,  I could see a smile on her face!  Her make-up was minimal,  Hairstyle on point! A not so common shade of nude lipstick,  Complimented black Kohl in her eyes! ... A galaxy of intellectuals have gathered to mark her existence,  And just like others even I was stunned looking at her innocent face!  I don't know what was written in her faith,  But it would have been certainly better if I wasn't there at that place. ... Yes, Yes, I'm aware,  I've compared certainty with faith here,  but there are things that outlaws the idea of right doing or wrong doing and all we have is that particular state!  This was one of those peculiar moments;  It's not like this was my " first-time " But with her, yes it was!  She pointed at me and winked,  and signalled me to follow her.  I hesitated for...