Tag Archives: Attachment

The Window

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…

A Tribute

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.

@4yearoldadult

Immortality of a mortal

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