On a silent lazy Saturday evening
As the sun was leaving from work
Night shift stars were getting ready
And I looked out of the dark window
An iron bench was there in the park
Her head resting on his shoulders
The cold evening was getting hotter
Passion was getting into it’s groove
Beyond the rules of right and wrong
Two souls seeing the reddened skies
And I pulled down the curtains then
This window always gives me stories
Because this window is of memories…
Among all those theories about the way to live life, ‘practical outlook’ forms the core. I am someone who have explored the extremes of practical mindset. When I was being practical outside the ICU, where my father was undergoing a major brain operation, people thought that I am a drug addict. The lack of emotion in a 17 year old was beyond any explanation. I treat life as a baseball bowler, and I present dead bat to all its balls. Somewhere down the line, I forgot that I do have some flavor of emotion left in my mind. I have failed to present a dead bat to one such moment. My love for writing was nurtured by a great personality who used to teach me Hindi during my high school days. He made me believe that writing is the best mode of expression. He stirred up my mind, and made me capable of penning down my thoughts. I met him just after my high school results in 2006, and that proved to be my last memory of him. The one who taught the details of my passion, died because of something I am trying to cure. It may be a normal for others to feel the pain of loss, but it is a rare feeling for a stone-heart like me. Such was his importance, that his loss has dissected the wall of practicality in my mind. I wish to meet him again, in any form of life. I always prefer English for my writings because it extends my capabilities to express. But, hindi is taking the lead at this very moment. Wherever you are, I ask you to critically evaluate the following lines:
“ये मन तो था ही तितली
उड़ना सिखाया आप ही ने
और जब सिख ली उड़ान
आप बादलो मे गुम हो गये”
For my English reader:
“This heart was a butterfly
You taught me how to fly
When I mastered the flight
You disappeared in the clouds”
Your words still echo in my ears, Rest in peace.
I went to the world looking for emotions
My mind and heart had this premonition
The idiot still went on looking for it there
I realized that I had the wrong address
©4yearoldadult
When mind sings those words
The laugh requires no efforts
The moments seems shorter
The bitter ones taste sweeter
Rough road looks smoother
The sleep is lost to the dreams
Silence speaks to your mind
And sleeping becomes harder
This is not always about love
You should go & see the doctor
©4yearoldadult
If this moment is my last
I wish to touch the sky
If this is my last step here
Let me live in those eyes
As I lay on this bed of roses
I am not prepared to die
Their fragrance is yours
Let me live in those eyes
Never wished to live forever
A moment with you is mine
This lively life is always yours
Let me live in those eyes
Do not sit near my bed here
I cannot see my smile cry
If you really want me here
Let me live in those eyes
©4yearoldadult
4 Year Old Adult 