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Aaj agar  hum tham gaye toh nazar se aabru kijiyega

Befikr,

Beinteha,

Naseeb nawah ho iss kadar alfaaz baiyyan kijiyega...

Masruf inn silsilon ki aad mein,

Kuch shabd lafzon mein baiyyan hon,takaluf kijiyega

 Alam ye gawah woh samah hi kuch tham sa jayega jisme akeli dua sirf shama, shama kehlayegi

Jisme lafz  daiiron se parre,

Shadb kosh heen, vaiyden kehlayenge

Unn kuch lamho ke luft mein aaj dhal jaana hai

Aaj shayad,yahin tham jaana hai...

Bas yehi guftagu fanaa ho,

kuch pal ek yaad mukamal kijiyega,

baaki sab kaatile-dimag ke dariye se fanaa ho, amal dua kehlayegi

Aaj agar hum tham gaye,

toh gawah koi hum nawah na hoga.

Labyrinth

Do I look worthy of a goodbye?

Perhaps not.

Perhaps yes.

Perhaps there are multiple connotations to this.

Perhaps it isn't a question.

Perhaps it indeed must have an answer.

Perhaps I am worthy of reconciliation.

Perhaps there isn't any room for it.

Perhaps the void must never fill.

Perhaps there isn't a void.

Perhaps it is my head.

Perhaps it was once my heart. Perhaps I must reconcile, to all that was once upon a time.

Perhaps there is no need to linger.

Perhaps it will always hover over my head.

Perhaps I will find it again. Beyond reasonable doubt.

Perhaps it was meant to be lost.

Perhaps it is yet another thing to find.

Perhaps in all chaste glory of an era, I still embrace the past.

Perhaps you must realize that the very same era is what a legacy could be made of.

Go. Fly!

What’s it like to fly?

To have another dimension’s view.

To defy gravity,

To conspire against barriers of facts that keep one ground bound?

To stumble upon obstacles, only to dodge them?

To launch off ne’er boundaries zilch?

To condemn every fall?

To disregard uncertainty?

To grasp a free breath?

To experience the subtlety of space?

To have a garland of exhilaration in one’s flight?

To be seeded in adrenaline?

To alight from inhibitions?

To have an eye on the sun and meet its glare?

To be falling, less afraid of the moment passing by,

To live each moment by the moment,

To forget that time rambles by,

To witness the open sky, gorge on the great expanse of it...

To be able to feel your heart beat, alive like it should from the worldly disguise.

To know the joy of flying, free from all that might hold you back, to all that must bind.

To know that when you will land, you’ll own the ground from where you took flight, irrespective of, irrelevant to the place you left behind.

To know that irrespective of- falling with a thud, or breaking across near your pyre, you would've experienced moments worth a lifetime.

To know it isn't essential to know how to fly, but to dream is sufficiently imagined...

To understand that it is only from the ground that one stems, either on the downside or towards the limitless sky.

If only I would've known better before I put up that query that the answer was within me. That it was at the root, while I dreamed of my flight.

I have dreamt

 To have imagined so...

And now I shall take flight.

To every – To

I place my checkpoint.

Rhapsody

Peering from the window, she saw the night sky. A perfect, pitch black with a stunning overlay of glistening stars and the majestic moon. The moon caught her eye, and then held her gaze like it always did. It took her back in time; it seemed such a major part of all that had gone by. She could recollect memories of the times she stood looking at the moon, on yet another similar night in the past, another night when she wasn’t quite the same as now. She sat with her legs folded against her chest, arms resting comfortably around her knees. There seemed to be unrest for a while as she heard voices at a distance, distracting her momentarily with the hope of finding something familiar...perhaps a call by her name, looking for her. She soon realized that there were none for her, and that they were but just that, unfamiliar voices,away from her.  She didn’t like the prospect of hope,to yield into and again to let go. It was heart wrenching, it was cruel. A frown surfaced almost instantly as she fell back in her stance and gazed above, into the night sky, almost like she was cursing the unknown.Almost, like she was envisaging a war against herself for letting herself succumb to hope,yet again. But then again she was lost in her abstract chain of thoughts,the usual way for her to be at ease again. To succumb to her thoughts,to be numb,to be distant from herself...for reasons far too many.

 The mellow breeze was greeted with a slight twitching of lips on the sides to a content smile. Being content and welcoming for a bright emotion wasn’t so difficult after all but then why was happiness always uncalled for? She neither had a cue, nor a clue to this. But then neither would she find. Never did she want to,all due to the mere possibility of hope. Complacency had become a part of her being, almost like the state of a weathered rock. She wasn’t helpless, just a victim of monotony. She was gentle, with innocence in her eyes.  Juvenile actions were still encompassed by a seething power of thoughts more often than not. Keeping her away from a world of her known, keeping her in a world less known. When she spoke her mind, at times one could almost feel the slight quiver, almost like every word was weighed, every thought was analyzed, and every bit of her known self was breached. And all of this now prevailed as if it were a part of her. Then sometimes it was all a matter of speaking her mind with an effortless smile, a soothing provocation for all that had left her side. Here, she looked at the moon again and then turned to see someplace far, almost as if she had heard a call. The empty road, a stranger’s abode was where she longed to be.  To run past it, in the arms of her call. But there was none in sight, and definitely none to call. Of this she convinced herself sooner than the drop of her gaze.

The breeze blew on the nape of her back, as her long mane blew beside her neck, dropping shadows in the dark. She sat there seeing them do their little dance, brushing against her skin like feathers from a fall. She held the ones near her eye, and tucked them behind her ear and repeated until the breeze palled. Resting her head on the gauze, she sighed ever so softly and began humming the song from the past, on an untitled unfinished note alas! She thought she heard her name again...until she fell back upon hope, promising that it is that one last. Her pale fingers clenched and twisted into her own palm, she felt a nervous sweat part over her brow, as she looked dejectedly out into the distance...

The night passed, like many other similar ones had. Hours passed in wait, eagerness turning into dwindling hope leaving her to the moon’s gleam a midst the blackened sky. Until she fell asleep for what seemed like nights together until she was awakened by the thought of a call.

The truth was hidden from her all along, a truth she already knew. She would never hear. She could never know if her name was called.

She wouldn’t know that he stood chanting her name, over and over where she looked but couldn’t find.

After all, theirs was an unspoken melody profound.