THE REASON

-

Rain had stopped by then...

An empty sky hinted  

The earth to do it's part..

To complete the spell

With a petrichor...

Possessed by which..

Your city would sleep..

And again in silence  

I would leave..

For yet another place..

Just to spend a day...

And again to leave 

Long before the aurora 

Paints the night in scarlet..

With ethereal rays..

Asking me reason of leaving

And wouldn't have believed

The only answer I always had

A jouska with someone I knew..

And oh dear life you didn't..

As the one was never in you...

I have visited every city 

You had ever tried to build for me...

And today o life 

You ask me why I never stayed 

In anyone of them?

This moment now knocks my door 

It has come with an answer..

Yeah... Epiphany is the reason..

The reason you ask for 

The reason of me playing a wayfarer...

Epiphany telling me ...

If I stay ... How would I ever cherish 

Anything more that you have kept for me..

Just to live you..

Dear life, I never stayed for you...



Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"चाय!"

-
Image
                                                       जो बातें इतनी होती हैं चाय पर ,  तो क्यूँ न दो बातें हों " चाय " पर ?    देखो आखिर तो क्या है चाय में , यही कुछ आम सी चीजें। चाय की पत्ती , दूध , चीनी , पानी बस इतनी सी ही तो बात है। पर जो लगाओ दिल चाय से , तो समझ आता है अदरक , इलायची , दालचीनी ये सब भी तो आते हैं उस एक चुस्की में। यानि साहब , देखें तो मिलता जुलता सा है चाय जिन्दगी से। बाहर से देखो तो बस वही काम धाम , हिसाब किताब , लेन देन , सोना उठना , हंसना रोना , पर जो हो दिल्लगी जीने से , तो तमाम एहसास , गिले शिक़वे , प्यार , मोहब्बत , शिद्दत , फितूर , उरूज़ , जवाल , सफ़र , ठहराव ... ये सब भी तो हैं हिस्सेदार ज़िन्दगी के।     तो जब इतनी गहराई तक समझा गया है जान को , जिन्दगी को ... तो फिर चाय को क्यों नहीं भला ? ...
Read more

THE "BURNING" BOOK

-
Image
T he book slept... The smell rose... He abruptly shut the chattering pages down. All silence, all calm. His fingerprints registered themselves on the rim of his window while he allowed the entry of an arcane. Someone, too far from the knowledge of existence had been trying hard to reach him.    Pivoting his body on the stiff arms anchored to the cold Steel of the railing, he successfully attempted to get the weight off his feet. He raised his eyes amidst the immediate darkness to find some distant lights. Lights that twinkled on some floor of that city building were at least a few kilometers away. That mere twinkle, with a sign of someone knowingly breathing through the night, made him look over there, alluring him to search for some life. The rays of someone's sleepless bulbs managed to pull up glitter in his dry eyes, which were now harvesting moisture from the air!   It took a few hours and many minutes for the number of distant lights to go off one by one. Working the...
Read more

THE MESSAGE I TYPED AND NEVER SENT

-
Image
Art by: Subash Chandra Maharana He had left the windows open that night. It wasn’t normal as the calendar read “12 December” in bold red, studded on a picture of a snow bed in some far off place he already had a Saudade for. Supine was he on his ages-old bed that squeaks every time he tries to find some comfort. Motionlessly, there he was lying, almost like a carcass but having a pulse still strolling in some vein of his body. The body named Akshit and that feeble pulse, named, Ziva. Turning around he spotted some stars through the gap his window provided him, a gap that allowed him to keep a track of a syzygy, hoping that would justify his love. Just then, that happened, suddenly, abruptly, and in a trice! Yeah, that epoch slid down the path from maybe a star he stalked each night and hugged him. A past, a name, a soul. In those dark memory lanes that his brain had, a street graced incandescence. That pulse got a bit stronger and with a throb reached his heart. He could no more find t...
Read more