Us khidki se..

Us khidki se dhoop aya karti thi, aaj bhi aati hai par ab chubhti hai.. raat ko soye the chadar se lipat k, socha tha k naya sawera milega… jab aankhe khuli to paya vahi kaali raat hai abhi… na janne kya dekha tha un aankon ne, bheegi hui thi halki si.. us chaand ko dekha to kuch keh raha tha.. uski vo roshni kuch kehna chahti thi.. jese bta rahi ho ki har raat me ek roshni hoti hai.. har zindagi me khushi hoti hai. Tum chaho to bas raat hi samjho.. magar  tum chaho to roshni bhi dikhegi.., har karvat ek ehsaas dila rahi thi,.. jese sab kuch aata jata rahega safar me fir dheere dheere gehri neend bhi aaegi. Takiya naram tha.. sukoon sa mil raha tha.. jese vo raat itani lambi hojae ki sukoon na jaee… ankhon me ek yaad dabbi thi,, hoth bhi to muskura rahe the… shayad mann dheere dheere shaant horaha tha.. waqt guzra or ehsaas sa hua ki jese gehre paani me kho gae ho.. itana gehra ki mann vapis nahi ana chahta ho.. vahi doob jae bas us sukoon me..!!

Cogito!

When you sit beneath a shady yellow light with a book in your hands and thinking about the story it tells you… have you ever though how lucky free man you are who taste different worlds sitting at one place with so many determinations to create own world one day.  So full of enthusiasm but lying on floor purely thinking and staring things like a fool. Watching ants passing with food and saying hi to every ant they meet on their way… seems so very interesting. I wonder sometimes where they are going… they come from nowhere and end up nowhere. But that’s how it works… people also come from nowhere and meet us, say hi… drag stones of life with us… some drag them for long time whereas some for short. Some perhaps fall in gutter in-between because they disappear like they were never there.

It’s quite fascinating how we get excited about a great movie but never wonder how our own life is a movie itself since childhood to end… isn't it the longest movie? And the most interesting?

 I wonder how stupid I was as kid… and how stupid we think our young ones is now… that’s why our parents laugh on us… when we tell them we are mature enough.  I guess we are never grown till the day we die. We are a character who is born to learn and grow daily.

I wonder sometimes… that everybody is an artist in himself. Everyone sketches stuff on books, some on desks they sit, some on sand, and some just imagine clouds or walls as figures. Everybody stare their favorite food like a dog… everybody dance In front of mirror and think they are the best… everybody is suffering with some kind of psychological madness, everybody is trying to prove his existence worth something.. Aren't we all the same? I guess we are! We just come from different places.

We are all running… we all are… sometimes we know where to run but mostly we don’t. We run with all our abilities like an ant to show that we got something and we’ll do something bigger than we have ever done. We’ll carry food heavier than our own weigh and we’ll try not to die under it. We have started running with the crowd… but we’ll end up reaching our own destination.

I wonder sometimes that everybody if doesn't do everything I do; for sure wonder like me. Because this is how it works. We all pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe.