The ocean, wide and never ending
It sure does have an end
Which my desires lack
Wanting that which is
Not less that a mirage.
But only if I knew what is that want.
All that the eyes see
It sees that what it wants to see
I believe what I want to.
The tree goes deep
But the roots know their purpose
My purpose is still unknown
Yet to be found.
I seek to find it too
It never seems to be in my reach though.
The nightgale, the hawk
They pray, they prey
Groping in the dark
Running behind shadows
I pray to fall prey to.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
When they thought
"You don't understand. There are miles and miles between us."
"But distance is really so trivial!"
"How did you manage to think there could be any outcome of this. We met on a social network. We haven't even met and there are bleak chances of we ever meeting in real."
And she was left wondering if distance really was that big a problem. How hard would it be to fly to his city and meet. Only if would just agree. Also, there was this minor issue of his words not showing any emotions. They had never had a voice conversation. But that never seemed a problem. She had fallen head over heels on his words. They were dark, complicated, not ever giving away what he was thinking. It had taken some time for her to get him to reply to her. Hr was opaque. Always on the edge, ready to snap. A challenge really. But of-course it did not stay a light pursuit for a long time. She wasn't known for keeping emotions at bay. And it had happened again.
Earlier it had happened with the one who would send her virtual sunflowers. Since she didn't have any favourite flower. And sunflower seemed good enough as an answer when he had asked her her favourites list. And they laughed. And she got one everyday. Until the day she told him and he reminded her the distance. Distance the first time. Distance always.
Wasn't it supposed to be a small world?
[typos fixed. Result of a slower day.]
"But distance is really so trivial!"
"How did you manage to think there could be any outcome of this. We met on a social network. We haven't even met and there are bleak chances of we ever meeting in real."
And she was left wondering if distance really was that big a problem. How hard would it be to fly to his city and meet. Only if would just agree. Also, there was this minor issue of his words not showing any emotions. They had never had a voice conversation. But that never seemed a problem. She had fallen head over heels on his words. They were dark, complicated, not ever giving away what he was thinking. It had taken some time for her to get him to reply to her. Hr was opaque. Always on the edge, ready to snap. A challenge really. But of-course it did not stay a light pursuit for a long time. She wasn't known for keeping emotions at bay. And it had happened again.
Earlier it had happened with the one who would send her virtual sunflowers. Since she didn't have any favourite flower. And sunflower seemed good enough as an answer when he had asked her her favourites list. And they laughed. And she got one everyday. Until the day she told him and he reminded her the distance. Distance the first time. Distance always.
Wasn't it supposed to be a small world?
[typos fixed. Result of a slower day.]
Friday, February 10, 2012
Bayimaan
Moh laaga rey tohsey piya,
mann bikhaare hai yaad.
Naina taakey aakaas ko,
bairaagan hui main,
aur tu naa jaaney naam mera.
Paraan saanso se bandha hai,
saans bandhe hai tohsey.
Tu toh chala jaata hai,
aangan se morey, bin batiyaae.
Peedh iss jagg se aur mila na kuch dooja.
Tu bhi aa daan kar, thodey aur dukh de badha.
mann bikhaare hai yaad.
Naina taakey aakaas ko,
bairaagan hui main,
aur tu naa jaaney naam mera.
Paraan saanso se bandha hai,
saans bandhe hai tohsey.
Tu toh chala jaata hai,
aangan se morey, bin batiyaae.
Peedh iss jagg se aur mila na kuch dooja.
Tu bhi aa daan kar, thodey aur dukh de badha.
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