An Incessant Pursuit

वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो दूसरो की चिंता छोङ, उसे एक बार गिरने तो दो आगे बढते हुए वह चोट भी खाएगा पर एक बार उसे चलने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो पछतावे, गिले, शिकवे- दिल मे लाने तो दो खुशियों की राह पर गम तो होंगे ही पर एक बार उसे खङे होने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो शैतानों की इस भीङ मे शायद वो आज बिखर जाए अंदर का इंसान शायद कही सिमट जाए पर एक बार उसे खुद को खोने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो आज नींद मे देखे उस सपने ने उसे जीवंत करा है विफलता का खौफ भी दिल मे जगह बना रहा है पर एक बार आज उसे सपना देखने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो जीवन से थक कर शायद आज वह अपना संयम खो दे तूफान भरे समंदर मे आज शायद वो हिम्मत हार जाए पर एक बार उसे इस समंदर मे अपनी नौका की सैर करने तो दो। वो जैसा है, वैसा रहने दो शायद वह उन अपेक्षाओं पर खरा ना उतर पाए बेबस होकर आज शायद वह हिम्मत हार जाए अगर हाथ ना बढा पाओ मदद का पर ना काँट देना उस उङते पंक्षी का आज एक बार उसे खुले आसमान मे साँस लेने तो दो। हक किसने है दिया तुम्हें उसे कुचलने का जमीन से उग रहे उस पौधे को पेङ ना...

Long live the pioneers Rebels and mutineers Go forth and have no fear Come close the end is near Come, let us go to a place unknown, where we won’t be ourselves anymore. Let us pen unlyrical songs and create magic from our madness. Come, let us wander with no fancy ornaments or gizmos beside, that could throw off our creativity. Yes, breathe, and roll down the hills. Come, come and stare the dead fallen leaves incessantly. Stop befooling ourselves and face the truth instead. Shriek out loud and let your wicked grief out. And yes, don’t forget to wear your heart on your sleeve. Let us peer the bountiful nature and drink its pleasures. Just for a stretch, can we be our own selves, not hungry for anyone’s acceptance? Come, let us rip ourselves wide open and leave ourselves naked. Let that trembling anger out in the woods for the nature to soak. Come and be an observer, and let the nature govern us. Run; run until these knees turn green. Let us breathe this freedom and feed ...

She needed a Shut. A complete barricade from this hypothetical world of good and bad; to an empty field of nowhereness. She realised she had gradually begun shedding her covers of innocence and truthfulness. A mirthful girl changing into an enigmatic elf. Human voice no longer interested her. Deep inside, the turmoil was growing extravagant that she knew she needed to hide. The speedy waves could otherwise wash away everything. She had been harmless all her life, but was now growing into eternal, intriguing mysteries. Dark places gave her solace while populated places haunted her. Her heart became a secret garden with high walls. Sunsets fascinated her more than sunrises. Was she hallucinating? Her wide eyes gazed a faceless object she craved for. But what did she crave for? Did she yearn for a vacuumed space? Oodles of questions clouded her mind for which she did not seek answers for. This day was different. She did not have the fortitude to face the truth. The feeling when you don’...

And you suddenly feel disconnected with this world. This vacuumed space suffocates you. People striving unnecessarily to achieve something that is no less than a mirage sets you in a disarray. And the fact that even you become a part of this blind race ruffles you. People who wish to stay connected with the world while losing touch with their own selves. Who find faults in everything, but are reluctant on finding faults within themselves. A world that gets arrested to the beauty that will fade someday, but bothers least about the purity of the soul. Where emotional scars rake the heart but solutions are meted out with barely a whisper. And we call ourselves humans? Where life has become a constant grind from sun up till sun down. Where we fail to steal time to stand and stare this bountiful nature. Where opinions are the cheapest commodity. Indeed, we are humans. Where people are enamored at the idea of becoming somebody’s rather than somebodies. People who barricade the...

The scariest part is not losing someone or something. What is scary is when you have lost touch with your own self. It is when you are happy in a group of people, but gloomy when you are alone. It is when solitude kills you and you stop being happy by yourself. That is what chills your spine and alarms you the most. When you have lost touch with your inner rhythm and have become incomplete, and you need people around you to company you, to lift you up, that is what is fearsome. Nobody could mutilate you without your permission and no one could please you as well. Yes, people are going to hurt you. There will always be an incompatibility of temperaments between you and the person you love, but the relation will only go serene when you are at peace with your own self. The eerie numbness that surrounds you the moment you get detached with the outer world is not a good indication. I say, divorce yourself from the outer world and marry your inner rhythm. Know yourself, have a glimpse ...

A destination, which is shared by all A place so dark, a destroyer of worlds No people, no feelings, only a peaceful tenebrosity There is no return from this painful truth No homecoming, no undoing things Fragmented wishes, unexecuted promises haunting the nights Your life has been recasted permanently A heartache, a heartbreak, a woe, a despair A memory no one could ever nick You sink deep down an abyss The scent fades from the pillow, unheard cries in the room The Dead has set sail on a ship that would never return A catastrophic earthquake that rifts everything apart A hole in your heart that would never grow back A hurt worse than the emptiness that existed before they came And you silently wish you had one more conversation One more chance to make them stay, forever You are weakened in your knees, your heart gets numb Like you are surrounded by an aura of ample of gravity There is a longing deep down to...

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”   ―   Stephen King ,   Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption: A Story from Different Seasons #photography