Wednesday, 9 December 2015

My destination...... You




Inspired by Joyjit Sengupta's poem,                            
"A Journey without Destination"

I tried to walk this path myself,                                     
Confessing I didn't know where to go.
Only with the wind, I pushed myself,
Without any thought of high and low.
Crumpled paths lay ahead of eyes,
And I crossed them with every doubt.
Along the path, I met You,
And then.....I knew, where I should go.
Though this journey started without destination,
But my destination was always You.

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

To you my teachers.....

The one who taught the world to me...
The one who gave me power to read...
The one who showed me the might of pen...
The one who showed how everything happen...
The one between ignorance and knowledge...
The one I can never pay back...
My teacher you are the light...
A single flame that lights up thousands other dark souls...
Thankful is a small word , love and respect we owe to you...
And every word I utter and write...
I owe to you even if I don't realize...
Love you dear teachers.... Certainly you are light that enlightens.
Everyday is Teachers' Day 

Taken Over....



Isn't sunset like a melting candle...
Moist with tears of departing souls...
The heat of passion diluting in cold...
And darkness spreading uncontrolled...
The winds overshadow the silhouettes...
The ghost of day is nowhere awake...
Climb my dear in the bed of dreams...
For the sun had set the stage for stars...
The moon is smiling its shinny smile...
For it knows now it is it's turn to grab the chance...
The dance floor is ready for the celestial ball...
Come take my hand and dance my soul...
For love has taken over all...
For love has taken over all...


image source:Google Images

Tuesday, 17 November 2015

The Snow Queen




On top of the mountains...
In the cold cold waves...
My palace rests on icy waves...
Frozen always with water and haze...



When my carriage comes to a halt...
In the valleys or in the plains...
My laughter and groans simply freeze...
The air above and below my face...

I am a banished queen...
I'll have my revenge...
I shall freeze the world...
With snowy phase...

I am the heart of a frozen ghost...
Who keeps on returning...
Unpleasant and unwelcome...
With whispers of a misty shade...

I like to cool and see you shiver...
The chill so cruel...
And I feel like that ever...
Riding my carriage of frost and snow...
The horses gallop when my fingers move...

But how I feel sometimes lonely...
My mourns echo in the winds that slowly...
The empty vault which secures my heart...
Is surrounded by some frozen thoughts...
A glimpse from the past...
A face, I cherished somewhat...

Now remains behind a window...
With the glass, blurred a little...
I try to see...
I try to find...
A person who had...
Or would even try...

To melt my heart...
In the warmth of his love...
Even I want...
Even if I die...
Would I just wander like a ghost of midnight?
Would I just wear the cloak of white ice?

Am stuck with white...
Am stuck dead in heart...
Just blow a breath in me...
And bring me to life...
My frozen heart...
Needs someone so kind...
Just a smile...
May be your hand in mine...

The sharp eyes twinkle with tears...
I am anxious to know why dear...
My heart froze with the arrow once struck...
Only betrayal and hatred now dwell...
I rise in the midnight with a chill in my spine...
And spread my damp coldness across the times...


Only your thoughts make me wonder...
Had love been so unkind to me...
That it makes my soul wander...
The thirst yes is frozen...
But it still exists under...
The heap of snow that froze it to dead...


I want to die in your arms, not to a live alone and haunt...
A sheer irony of helplessness unwinds inside...
And screams aloud in my ears...
An ego to attend to, a love to crush to...
Which will win at the end?
The courage I took to deaden the self...
Or the love that once was and now am not sure of ???



*Image source: Google Images*

















Friday, 31 July 2015

Aaj kuch likh de......


Aaj kuch likh de.....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de....
Zindagi chal toh rahi hai magar....
Ise thoda aur gulzaar kar de.....
Aaj kuch likh de....
Tanhaayi Khaamosh hai magar...
Lafz-e-mehfil se....
Ise chaar kar de...
Aaj kuch likh de.....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de....
Shaam beet rahi hai magar....
Thodi si dheemi yeh...
Raftaar kar de...
Aaj kuch likh de....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de...
Aasmaa me taare tange hain magar...
Us suraj ko....
Bhi bulawa bhar de...
Aaj kuch likh de....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de....
Sapne badal ban hawa sang bikhre....
Un hasraton ko....
Aaj haqeeqat kar de...
Aaj kuch likh de....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de....
Kalam meri jo ruk jaaye kabhi....
Haath thaam gazal woh....
Tu hi puri kar de......
Aaj kuch likh de....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de...
Koi lafz naa aayein zehan me....
Kora yeh dil hai mera...
Tu hi ise kitaab kar de....
Aaj kuch likh de....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de....
Mujhse poochhle sab jo....
Dil me sawaal utthte tere...
Hain meri saanse, jawab-e-sawaal tere....
Aaj kuch likh de...
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de....
Tinka-tinka, Zarra-zarra....
Mere roshan andheron ke....
Tere daaman me, unko ek baar bhar le....
Aaj kuch likh de.....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de.....
Tanhaayion ke ujaalon ko....
Meri syaahi me is tarha bhar de....
Padhne waale ke bhi dil ko jo bechain kar de...
Aaj kuch likh de.....
Zamee ko aasmaan kar de....
Aaj kuch likh de....
Aaj kuch likh de...

Friday, 24 July 2015

Oh! Come to Me......



Somewhere in those deep eyes......
Which imprison a secret inside......
I find a little scared child......
With those tears in the eyes.....

Oh! Come to me......
Nothing is so close like me.....

Oh! Come to me.....
Why are you afraid of me?

Just hang in those dreams....
Clinging from those trees.....
Hopes that give you strength....
And that never which ends......

Oh! Come to me....
Nothing can be so deep.......

Oh! Come to me.....
What are you thinking?

Just stay like in the rain.......
Those clouds  will go away......
Like a beautiful rainbow.....
You can hold on your gaze.....

Oh! Come to me....
Whenever you need me.....

Oh! Come to me.......
If you just think of me.......

I will be with you all the time.....
Till you want to say goodbye.......
When those smiles will reappear.....
And the tears you shed disappear......

Oh! Come to me......
Why did you think to leave.....

Oh! Come to me......
Should I expect you with Me?



photo credit: School children in Bam via photopin (license)

Friday, 10 July 2015

Woh Musafir......










आज फिर ट्रेन में बैठी हूँ। और फिर वो मन्ज़र आँखों के सामने है  ..... 

ट्रेन की धधक धधक। …ओर वो गाना गुनगुनाते हुआ उसका आना .... पहले इधर उधर सीट ढूँढना और फिर ख़फ़ा सा हो के आगे की साइड लोअर सीट पे उसका बैठ जाना .... वहाँ से छुप छुप के देखना और आँखें मिलते ही मुस्कुराना .... 

आज भी कितना याद आता है....... तुम्हारा वो आँखों ही आँखों में  बात कह जाना .... 
फिर मिलेंगे क्या ? हर लम्हा यही सवाल मेरे ज़ेहन  में आना ….. ना जाने कब तक, हम एक दुसरे को दूर से, अजनबियों की तरह देखते रहेंगे ....... 

"ऋचा ..... कहाँ खो गयी हो ?"
"नहीं  यहीं हूँ.… बोलिए ना क्या हुआ ? " मैं ठिठक के पति देव से बातें करती हूँ और उन बीते पलों को थोड़े वक़्त के लिए दरकिनार करती हूँ। 

अजीब होता है मन .... जब लग जाए, तो लगता ही नहीं और न लगे, तो कहाँ लगता है?

 इस बात को आज 2 साल हो गये। 2 साल पहले यूँही अगस्त में , बारिश से बचने के लिए ट्रेन में चढ़ गई , अपनी सहेलियों के साथ। जाना कहीं नहीं पर चढ़ गयी .... सोचा चेन खींच दूँ और उतर जाऊँ .... पर हिम्मत ही नहीं हुई....  

भोपाल से हबीबगंज ज़्यादा दूर नहीं , पर वहाँ से कोई ज़रिया भी नहीं कि  घर पहुंचु। दूर तक चल के जाना पड़ता है, तब जा के कोई ऑटो मिलता है, पर इन सहेलियों और बारिश....दोनों ने आज मुझे कहाँ  फंसा दिया ...... माँ भी वक़्त देख रही होगी, कि अभी तक मैं घर नहीं पहुंची। कहीं टीसी आ गया तो ? टिकट भी तो नहीं मेरे पास ... अब क्या? ये लड़कियाँ तो पास ले के चलती हैं ..... सोच के घबरा रही थी कि सामने से ..... वो गुनगुनाता हुआ सा एक चेहरा दिखा..... हँसता हुआ , जैसे बारिश की झम झम उसे खुश कर रही हो। 

सहेलियों के साथ तो मैं बैठ गयी, पर ध्यान खिड़की के बाहर ही था, कि कब हबीबगंज आये और मैं जल्दी से उतर जाऊँ। खिड़की की तरफ जब भी आँखें जाएँ, तो वो शक्स, अगली साइड लोअर सीट से, मुझे टकटकी लगाता हुआ दिखे। कभी डर लगे तो, कभी गुस्सा आये पर उसके चेहरे पे, एक शान्ति सी बनी रही, एक मध्धम सी मुस्कान लिए वो , थोड़ी थोड़ी देर में अपना सिर एक तरफ से दूसरी तरफ करता रहा। 

सहेलियों के ठहाके सुनते सुनते हबीबगंज आ गया और मै ट्रेन से उतरने के लिए दरवाज़े तक चल पड़ी ..... जैसे ही ब्रेक लगी, मैं ट्रैन से गिरते गिरते बची…… आधी ऊपर, आधी नीचे दरवाज़े से … पीछे देखा तो वही शक्स मेरा हाथ थामे , मुझे ऊपर खीच  रहा था।
ट्रेन प्लेटफार्म पर रुक चुकी थी अब .....  उस शक्स को शुक्रिया कर के मैं उतर गयी .... देखा तो वो भी वहीं उतर  गया .... ऑटो पकड़ के मैं घर आ गयी।  माँ ने इतना डांटा कि आज लेट क्यों हो गयी तो सारा हाल बयां करा और उस के बाद और डांट खायी की सहेलियों के चक्कर में ट्रैन मत चढ़ो और चढ़ी ही तो उतरते हुए ख़याल रखना था।

कभी इस तरह सोचा ही नहीं की ट्रैन का सफर ,मेरे जीवन की डगर ही बदल देगा…....  

"ऋचा ??? कहाँ खो गई... ? अच्छा , मैं ज़रा नीचे  प्लेटफार्म पे जा रहा हूँ , चाय पियोगी ?" उन्होंने पूछा तो मैंने हामी  भरदी  ..... पर आँखें तो उस आगे की साइड लोअर सीट पे ही जमी हुई थी,जहाँ आज कोई नहीं था .... लेकिन दिल के एक कोने में वो सीट आज भी उसकी मौजूदगी दर्ज किये हुए थी। 

इधर - उधर देखती हूँ तो फिर पुरानी यादें घेर रही हैं , जैसे पुरानी सहेलियाँ हो। कॉलेज का वो फिर  एक दिन , जब मैं स्टेशन से ट्रेन को देख रही थी ... बारिश तो जा चुकी थी मगर, फिर भी आज बारिश हो जाये, दिल यही दुआ कर रहा था। आज जा के सहेलियों के साथ बैठ गयी और बातें करने में पता ही  नहीं चला कि एक जोड़ी आंखें, मुझे कब से उस साइड लोअर  सीट से देख रहीं हैं।
आज मुस्कुराते हुए ..... उसने सर झुका के आँखें  बंद कर ली ……  जैसे कि कहना चाहता हो कि आज आ ही गयी .... एक अजीब सा सुकून ..... मैं खुद ही मुस्कुरा उठी।

"ऋचा , चाय लो ……… अरे ! क्या सोच रही हो...... चाय पकड़ो....... " झल्लाते हुए ये मुझे चाय दे रहे थे , किस तरह  वक़्त बीत जाता है, पता ही नहीं चलता …  एक  ही पल में कितने घंटे, कितने दिन, महीने और साल जी लेता है ..... ये बेलगाम दिल  .... चंचल सा और..... 
"ऋचा !!! चाय ठंडी हो  रही है , पी  तो लो " अब इसमें , चाय का भी क्या दोष? दोष तो …… नादान दिल का होता है , जो परिंदे की तरह.... उड़ता चला जाता है .....

ट्रेन का इंजन बदल रहा है, इसलिए आधा घंटा ट्रेन खड़ी रही, आते जाते बिस्कुट,मूँगफली और नाश्ता बेचने वालों की आवाज़ों में जैसे मेरी आवाज़ कहीं खो रही है ...... ट्रेन चली तो जान में जान आई, चलती हुई उसकी मधुर सी  आवाज़ ....... ये सो गए हैं …… मगर मेरी नज़र उस साइड लोअर सीट पे ही अटकी पड़ी है। फिर ख्यालों की ट्रेन चल पड़ी है,और मैं   दो साल पहले ट्रेन में पहुंच गयी …… सहेलियों के साथ। छोटा सा सफर , मगर उसके  आने से जैसे एक पल में ही ज़िन्दगी सिमट सी गयी हो …… ,आज आया नहीं वो, पता नहीं क्या हुआ ? सोच ही रही थी कि, बगल से आवाज़ आई ,"एक्सक्यूज़  मी ! आपका दुपटटा पैरों में जा रहा है ....." मुड़के देखा तो वही था...... मुस्कान  लिए हुए, हौले से सिर झुका के पलकें झपकाके वो उसी आगे की साइड लोअर सीट पे बैठ गया ..... और मुझे देखता हुआ मुस्कुराने लगा। 

अब तो रोज़ कॉलेज से घर यूही ट्रेन से बीच का रास्ता तय होता , सिर्फ उसकी मुस्कान को देखने के  लिए ....... मगर  आज वो आया ही नहीं , सारे रस्ते मैं उस सीट को ही देखती रही , जैसे की आँखें..... "ऋचा ???सो जाओ …… सारी रात बैठी रहोगी क्या ? कल नौ -दस बजे तक अम्बाले पहुंचेंगे....... लंबा सफर है, थक जाओगी। फिर उस के बाद बस का भी तो सफर है, सो जाओ। "इनकी आवाज़ ने मुझे मेरी भूली हुई गलियों से वापस खींच लिया। 

अप्पर सीट है मेरी, लेट गयी पर, नींद नहीं आ रही..... अब वो सीट भी नज़र नहीं आ रही ...... बेचैनी है...... उठके दूसरी तरफ सिर कर के लेट गयी......जैसे उस सीट को ही देखने की ज़िद्द हो दिल को। फिर ख्यालों की लहरें ,मुझे वापस  समुन्दर में बहा के ले जा रही हैं.... 

  
आज नहीं जाउंगी ट्रेन  में....... रोज़ देर हो जाती है....... माँ भी डांट लगाती है…… और वजह भी क्या हो मेरी ट्रेन में जाने की...... अब दिल से ही लड़े जा रही हूँ। प्लेटफार्म पर खुद से ही जवाबतलब  कर रही हूँ।  ओहह !!! ट्रेन चल पड़ी...... अरे !!! अब क्या? ट्रेन  तो निकल गयी...... अब तो और वक़्त लगेगा घर पहुंचने में .......  मुँह बना के रह गयी मैं …… हैं ???ये क्या? ट्रेन रुक कैसे गयी? किसी ने शायद चेन खींच दी …लोग आपस में बोल रहे हैं …कोई नीचे रह गया शायद, किसी ने चेन  खींच दी। 
    
चलो मैं ट्रेन में चढ़ गयी, सहेलियाँ हँस रही हैं। "कहाँ थी? देख तेरे कारण  उसने चेन  खींच दी आज……" वो खड़ा मुझे देख रहा है … जैसे शिक़न हो उसके माथे पे…… एक ख्वाइश उस के भी दिल मे…… मुझसे मिलने की।  पसीना पोंछते हुए , मैं बैठ गयी अपनी सीट पे और वो....... अपनी साइड लोअर पे..........

"टीसी....... टिकट  दिखाईये " अब ये टीसी भी … मुझे आज हर कोई  इस तरह …… इनको जगाया ,टिकट दिखाई और अब फिर, लाइट बुझी, सब पैसेंजर अपनी चद्दरों में सो गए, लेकिन मैं आधे घंटे बाद भी यूही लेटी हुई बीते दिनों को दोबारा से जैसे देख रही हूँ , जी रही हूँ.... 

कभी उसका नाम भी नहीं पूछा , न उसने मेरा, जैसे हम एक दूसरे को वक़्त के पहले से जानते हो ....... मगर आज सोच रही हूँ कि…कैसे पूछूँ ? कितना अजीब लगेगा ....... एक लड़की इस तरह…… सोचते हुए मैं ट्रेन में  चढ़ी........ वो मेरे आगे ही था, मैंने देखा नहीं और हमारी टक्कर हो गयी …… वो हँसता हुआ बोला,"अरे मैडम, देख भी लीजिये आगे …… " हाथ बढ़ा के बोला,"आपका नाम ऋचा है ना ?" अचरच से मैं उसे देखती रही कि  उसे कैसे पता .......आगे चलती हुई सहेली मीरा जीभ चिढ़ा रही थी मुझे , उसी की कारिस्तानी होगी.......मगर अब क्या ? "मेरा नाम तरुन है, बी ई कर रहा हूँ , कॉलेज से घर जाता हूँ इसी ट्रेन  से."

घर पहुंची और माँ और पापा की डांट  पड़ी , इम्तेहान  थे ,सो तैयारी में जुट  गयी , मगर माँ को  जाने क्या  ख़याल आया कि  अगले ही दिन भैया को मुझे कॉलेज से लाने को कह दिया। ट्रेन का रूटीन कही ख्वाब ही बन के रह गया.......

इम्तेहान खत्म होने को है, आखिरी साल था बी ऐ का,अब तो शायद इस ट्रेन में चढ़ने का मौका भी ना मिले, सोच रही थी कि भैया का फ़ोन आया ,"मुझे कहीं जाना है ज़रूरी , आज तुम खुद आ जाना घर." जैसे कि  मन्नत पूरी हो गयी हो। आज आखिरी बार उसे देख लूँ , बस…… बस!

ट्रेन में चढ़ी, पर वो आज आया नहीं, शायद मैं इतने दिन आई नहीं इसलिए,सोचते हुए मैंने  हथेलियों को अपने चेहरे पर रख लिया, जब हाथ हटाये तो........  वो उस सीट पे  बैठा मुस्कुरा रहा था। आज के बाद शायद उससे न मिल पाउंगी, …… यही सोच कर उसको देख रही थी, मगर ये क्या …… उसने  मुझे आँख मारी , और अचानक से मैं ज़ोर से हँस  पड़ी।  मगर अगले ही पल , आँखों ने हँसी  को धोखा दे दिया और झर झर करते हुए आँसू  बहने लगे।  स्टेशन आ गया था, अपना बैग उठा के मैं  दूसरे  दरवाज़े की तरफ दौड़ पड़ी, उसका हैरान सा चेहरा ,  मुझे घूर रहा था ,  फिर ऐसा लगा, मानो वो मेरे पीछे आ रहा था…… मगर मैं कैसे पीछे मुड़के देखती …… बस आगे ही आगे तेज़ चलती रही, साथ में बस आँसू थे ..... 

आँखें गीली हो गयी मेरी …… अचानक से ख़याल आया की मैं ट्रैन में हूँ, सवेरा होने वाला है…थोड़ा सो जाऊं , नहीं तो, ये पूछेंगे कि  आँखें सूजी क्यों हैं, सोयी क्यों नहीं।


"ऋचा……  दो घंटे और, बस अम्बाला पहुंचने ही वाले हैं।उस के बाद बस में और फिर घर……" ये मुझे बता रहे थे। पता ही नहीं चला, वक़्त कैसे निकल गया ……  सफर के बाद वापस घर और फिर वही रोज़ के काम।  हिचकोले खाते हुए ,  फिर मन पहुंच गया उसी साइड लोअर सीट पे…… एक शक्स बैठा हुआ  मुझे ही देख रहा था…। उसको देख के अचानक से दिल रुक सा गया.…… वो तरुन  ही था…।  आँखें नम थी, मगर ख़ुशी से या ग़म  से, पता नहीं …… आंसुओं को छुपाती हुई, मैं वॉशरूम की तरफ चल पड़ी।  दरवाज़े के पास  खड़ी  हो के, आती जाती हवा  को मेहसूस करते हुए,  उन दो बूंद आंसुओं को समेटने लगी .......
 वक़्त कैसे गुज़र जाता है…मगर हम वहीँ ठहर से जाते हैं , पिंजरे में कैद किसी   पंछी की तरह.…… 



Saturday, 4 July 2015

My Shadow....



In hope of the rising sun.....
The night dances with the breeze....
Shadows dance with darkness hand in hand....
All day, lying under the feet....

How come you are not hurt dear shadow....
Under my foot the whole day.....
Sometimes behind and sometimes ahead....
Yet in darkness, you become me and I become you....

Mingling in each other You my shadow...
And I the darkness I hold in me....
You are not a shadow but me ,that oblique...
Who fights to stay alive like me....

Mirroring my reflection on the floor...
Making the floor know more....
You are not a body,yet....
You are me all the more....

You touch the ends of mine.....
Making a wish to join me back....
But not a moment I weep....
On this impossible opportunity....

In darkness, we are one....
You hide in me, I confide in You...
And what else I may choose....
You remain with me , I remain with You...

You leave me in brightness all alone...
And sometimes tease me, following me from nowhere....
And then you show me the way by walking ahead of me....
And at last join me to sleep....


Saturday, 27 June 2015

The Oblivion......

 As I opened my eyes
To the day's clear light.....

I found the nightmare standing
Near the foot of my bed.....

As long as I can recall.....
The hushing songs of the dark....

I recall that hooded being...
Whose face had a scar....

Being dragged back
To the unknown

My eyes shunned away
From the light....

I am helpless in the darkness.....
I am prisoner of its might....

A loud mourn from the corner....
Chills me to the bones.....

The shriek is so deafening....
And I realize I will fall.....

Falling into the oblivion.....
A place existed, I forgot.....

Shaking off that I had forgotten....
I try to pick up the pieces and fill in the gaps....

I try to find my way.....
Out of this haze and fog.....

I cannot see the way ahead.....
The darkness blindfolded my eyes....

How can this oblivion be so silent.....
Not a being is to be seen.....

Unheard voices whisper .....
I keep looking from where they emerge....

Like a shadow melting in the dark.....
The strange nightmare  vanishes at last.....

Still following me in the dark.....
The hooded silhouette stands.....

Behind the tree, hidden......
Like watching over me....

I have lost much time.....
In confusion......

Like I have lost myself.....
In my own Oblivion.....

I submerge in my thoughts....
Again and again....

My eyes  feel terrified....
But with no pain.....

I am helpless.....
Who will help?

Will I know....
What's in the well?

A shadow of mine...
Reflects back as if a stranger....

Will she help me?
Or just run away like a traitor....

I lend my hand to her.....
She grabs and comes out....

Its like me returning....
From the well....

Out of my doubts....
Out of all I thought was deep....

I sunk in my own oblivion....
Now I arise with this new hope....

I have found at last...
It was me who followed....

The unexplored....
The stranger.....

That black hooded....
The nightmare....

The shadow....
The reflection....

I am facing myself now....
All questions answered at last....

I needed to know myself....
I refused long ago to seek....

Now I know why she followed.....
It was me who was a stranger after all...








Monday, 22 June 2015

A hustling wind....


Am just a hustling wind
Whistling all the way.....unseen
Waving away....a little gust near ears...
Making my presence felt
And at some point .....
Dissolving in absolute nothing.
Sometimes a smoke I am....
And sometimes pushing raindrops,
Sometimes with the fog I emerge
And settle down as a drop of dew...
With dawn, I wake up as a breeze....
Cool and full of energy .....
At nights.....I howl my greatest fears
And sleep in the trembling cage.....
Sometimes I rise with the dawn
At noons I collide with the bright
At dusk I melt with the purple and orange syrups
At nights... I hide in the shadows away from the light.....
Singing my unsung songs to who can hear all......

Thursday, 28 May 2015

Ik Ghutan si.....




इक घुटन सी,
आँसुओं में  है टपकती।

हर बूँद खुद को जला,
पिघलती  और सुलगती।

आँखों ही आँखों में ,
कुछ वो कहती और रोती।

मगर खुद के ग़म में ,
रहती वो सिसकती और पिघलती।

जली जा रही है ,
रोती , सुबकती।

शाम ढलते ही ,
आवाज़ आए कहीं से।

जला दो ये (मोम )बत्ती ,
 अँधेरा बड़ा है।

जल जल के करती ,
गम ये पार करने।

कि दरिया भी मैं हूँ
किनारा भी मैं हूँ।

और ये बिचारी ,
कश्ती भी मैं हूँ।























Sunday, 24 May 2015

Patta Patta.......



तरसते  हैं पत्ते ,
शाखों से गिर के ,
ज़मीं पे हवाएँ ,
ऐसे झुलायें।

कभी इस दिशा में ,
कभी उस दिशा में।
झड़ते  है  ऐसे,
पतझड़ हो  जैसे।

कभी आसमानों से.…
बातें थे करते....
सुरमई सी शामें ,
सुनेहरी दोपहरें। …

झड़ते-ऐ-दामन ,
वो पत्तों की टहनी। ....
वो चादर  हरी सी ,
आज सूखी है ऐसे


ज़मीं पर है पत्ता ...
और नज़रें उन्हीं पे।
वो हँसते हैं ऐसे.…
ना आँसू गमी के।

हम रोते हैं अपनी …
 किस्मत  पे आखिर।
जुदाई है ऐसी,…
हमेशा की सर्दी।

वो तरसता पत्ता ,
शाख़ों से गिरकर।
गिरकर ,बिछड़कर ,
है रोता सिकुड़कर।

हवा उसको रोले …
पाँव उसको कुचले …
मगर फिर  भी गाता …
वो  अपंना तराना।

Monday, 11 May 2015

Everyday is a MOTHER'S DAY.....

   
                  With one never starts a thing but two. Two people make a couple - make parents , make a start. When I was only me, I would not think of others much as much I thought for myself.But after I got married to your father, I realized life is so much happier, when you have someone to share your blessings, your laughter, your achievements, even your pain and grief.

                  With the news of your arrival, I learned to Hope for the best, dream about the new life, I'll have with you,my own flesh and blood.I learned Patience to see you in my arms. And also taking care of myself for you.Your father and  I share so many moments of those nights, when we would think of names, color of your eyes, the way you'll call us by your little words and so much more.


                   And finally, when you arrived, we just felt like after a long hot day,the drops of rain have fallen to quench the thirst of the  dry land.I forgot the pain, yes the pain,which is said to be the greatest in the world. I got you in my arms and I felt the love for you making me forget everything and everyone around.

                   Your eyes, your sweet smiles, cries, your holding my hand, keeping close to me made me learn the importance of being there for you. You taught me dear to be there when you needed me. When you tried to sit and finally made it, taught me your desire to achieve. When you crawled on your knees, made me know you wanted to excel even though you were small to understand. When you walked finally, your achievement, I sensed the victory in your eyes, on your face.

                    Dear, at nights, when you slept, I watched over you, feeling pleased that you are safe, you are well. Today, I understand, why my mom used to say that children are the world.My small world started with you and I am really happy to have you in my life.

                    The day, I knew you were coming, I felt like God, a universe was in the making, inside me. Every day and every month, you grew inside me, making me realize, how God is said to be around us and inside us. You made me a goddess dear, I felt like one, the power of a god to create life, I understood the process of creation, amazing is the work of God, so continues and so magical. Such a magical feeling it is, to be a mother.

                     When you were born, a part of me was born in You. Who says we live only once???But the fact is I live in You too.After I am no more, I will live as You. Yes dear, this is how life moves forward.I have given you what I had and You have taught me most of the things in life.And though only a day is celebrated as Mother's Day, I say for mothers, everyday is a MOTHER'S DAY.


                   

Saturday, 9 May 2015

On my mind......

I thought of YOU.....
When there were clouds in the sky.
I thought of YOU....
When the rains fell by.

I thought of YOU....
When the raindrops danced.
I thought of YOU....
Standing under the stars.

Smiling to myself without any reason...
Hoping YOU were here with me....


The sudden gust of warm air.....
Tingles and touches my ear.
And I turn around.....
To find YOU near.

How did YOU know???
YOU were on my mind?
Did you mind?Ever!!!
My thinking of YOU???

Friday, 8 May 2015

Whisper of the Silence.....


The winds blew with a heavy heart.....
Like running away with rolling tears....


At last the sun was waving a kiss...
Him, the night was going to miss.....


Did anyone see what the wind kept to herself?
Or ignore its broken self?


A faith, a hope, shattered today....
The wound it caused never happened in a day...


The howling wind made its voice heard....
In the den, it entered with a heart burnt...

Why should she talk in whispers?
In the grave of forbidden silences?

Nobody consoled her broken heart.....
She melted in her own arms.....

Away with its silent mourns,
It spread it wings on the weary charms....

The dusk settled and it started its cries....
The howl grew louder in wintery nights....

The trees hang down  their faces in shame.....
When her elbow rustles with leaves in pain.....

The whispers went unnoticed with times.....
Sometimes loud, fiery with lightening clouds.....

Her anger grew higher and sobbing decreased.....
When at last she punished the culprit in sleep.....

No one knows when she had her revenge.....
Why then she still whispers intense???

Is it the sadness, she can no longer hold?
Or is it the love, she had but never told?


I begin to sympathize with her whispers in cold.....
Whenever she whispers, I try to console.....

The silent nights move ahead in times....
Still at nights, she whispers her cries....


Still those whispers........
In those silent nights......


Monday, 4 May 2015

Ik khyaal.......

इक ख़याल......



अपनों  में  अजनबी  कितने??
अजनबियों  में  अपने  कितने?
ख़याल  ये रख  मन - 

मन में सवाल कितने?
 

सवालों  के  जवाब  कितने ?
जवाबों  के  हिसाब  कितने?
आज  वक़्त गुज़र  भी गया -
तो ये हिसाब-ए -इंतज़ार  कितने ?


इंतज़ार का आलम
देखो-कितना लम्बा है?
दो गज़ की दूरी है,
और सालों  का अँधेरा है.…


ज़िंदा सभी हैं...
ख्यालों के समन्दर में।
उठती लहरे हैं
ख्याल ही जैसे ज़िन्दगी हो।

हर ख़याल में क़ाबिज़ ,
अफसानों का इक सवेरा है।
देखना है अब तो.....
कब छटता  ये अँधेरा है।


अंधेरे को अब रोशिनी का सहारा है…
जैसे कश्ती को लहरों का किनारा हैं
मौत किनारे पर ज़िंदगी को देखे यूँ
वक़्त लहर बन ज़िन्दगी को धकेले यूँ।

ज़िन्दगी जिंदा रहने की जिद है.....
मौत तो एक बेपरवाह नींद है।
क्या आलम हो उस ज़िंदगी का.....
मौत से ना जिसको कोई  खौफ हो।



Saturday, 2 May 2015

Promising Togetherness.....















My heart is where you live.....
Making it a home for you and me.....
The whispers laugh at our silent moments...
Drifting us away from the world to see.....

Seas of happiness confine us within every dream....
All night, hand in hand we chatter.....
Sharing smiles,tears, fears and laughter......
Love in our hearts, twinkling in our eyes.....

We dwell in a heaven of happy surprise....
Your dreams in my eyes......
Your love in my heart.....
Your smile on my lips...

Your eyes in my eyes.....
Your heart beating in mine.....
In your hands, my hands......
In your breath, I breathe.....

I don't care what year is it....
With you its a time standing still.....
My life is with you....
Every day and every dream....

As we move together.....
Waking up from ages....
I find you waiting for me.....
And you find me ......

Changing worlds as we are born....
I wait for you, every dawn.....
Some lives we steal for our own....
And promise togetherness before gone....

Monday, 13 April 2015

Nazm ik aisi bhi......

Nazm koi padhta hai shayar.......
Bandhta hai lafzon me jaise koi aansu....
Aankhon se chhalakta nahi dekha maine ....
Magar dil se toh roya zaroor hoga koi........


Kabhi hasi goonje kisi khwaish jaise.....
Zikra jab koi kar baithe bin soche....
Woh fir tanhaiyon me dhoondne ko jaise....
Chal padhe hain khayaalon ke kaafile....


Translation: A poet reads a poem.....
Like tying tears in his words.....
I didn't see them falling.....
But someone has cried I am sure.....


Like some giggle echoes as if a wish....
When unknowingly someone mentions.....
To search again in those loneliness.....
Thoughts take a walk like a caravan.....

 

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Life and Love....

Is this Life?
Yes.....


Can I watch over till you hold me?
Am sorry!!!

I mean, can I come along?
Sure....but who is this?


I am Love. Don't you know me?
NO.


What???? That's strange.
I only know Death....


Great, I know her too, that evil lady....
Evil?

Yes, she steals everyone from me. Evil Witch.....
Sorry, but she is my bride....


Ohhhh!!!! Ok! Ok! I get it......She stole you too from me.
Am getting late.....You are on your own


Bye(sobbing)
Bye.



 

Friday, 3 April 2015

The Day will follow.....


The morning sun on its way.....
Climbs up and there it stays.....
How boring is to wait alone.....
To see all going home....
The noon got shunned away.....
The orange, yellow light died at bay.....
What made it, casted a spell.....
And down went the orange jewel....

The shades of clouds that made no sound......
Moved as if in a jungle , moves a hound.....
The prey is hidden well in the cave.....
And the predator is on its way......

Shadows approach and lay on the ground.....
Knowing well, below they will be found.....
When the darkness overtakes....
It will be felt in every place.....

But it's still time for eyes to close.....
Put off the lights and close the doors....
The stars begin to twinkle their smiles.....
And the sky looks like a beautiful bride.....

The silence singing its song to the ears.....
You don't notice, yet so near.....
Overtaking your tired body and soul....
Dreaming with eyes closed......

And all is this....
The day will follow every night.....
And it never does rest in quiet....
 

Monday, 30 March 2015

Two Friends......

Two friends met after years......
One was blind and the other could not hear......
The blind spoke of love and friendship........
Thinking the deaf would hear.......

The deaf  saw the blind smiling.....
And felt his words deep within....
Never was a word he missed to hear.....
And never was the silence so clear...

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Full of Emptiness....


I carry within  me  ....
A little of this emptiness...

And try to fill it up.....
With your emptiness.....

I thought its fine.....
But I never did mind....

To hold your gaze.....
In my eyes.....

Which reflected your like....
 For my hidden emptiness....

And so did I love
You and your presence.....

But with time....
You withdrew your hand.....

As your vacant emptiness...
Was not like mine.....

And I remained the same.....
In those corners....

Fighting to fill.....
The coffin of my emptiness.....

This emptiness....
Is what is so real.....

Nobody is so full.....
Like this emptiness...

The vacant spaces between.....
Is where resides this emptiness....

And in the corners of the eyes......
Is where my heart lies to myself.....

Lies like truth.....
True till the surfaces.....

Where depth has no measure.....
But only and only emptiness......

How shall I reach out......
From the depth of this emptiness ?

Will you come and grab my hand.....
And fill up my emptiness?

In this emptiness......
I find you smiling.....

May be this emptiness....
Is what always finds me....

But now this emptiness.....
Is what I hate the most....

Because when I had you ,
You emptied my emptiness....

Now you haunt my emptiness....
And whisper in silence......

 Everything is empty....
 Me and my heart.....

And now my emptiness is more empty  ....
Than the emptiness I had once within.....










Thursday, 5 March 2015

Can I hold your Heart?


Can I hold your heart for a while.......
Till you feel it is alright........
Can I give you both my eyes......
For you to look deep inside......

It's no world to say......
How to live.......
And how to love........
It's no world to say......
How to choose
And how to let go of the past.....


Can I kiss you on your hand.......
To ease the pain you hold inside.......
Can I hold you a little tight.....
Till you leave away the coldness out right.....

It's no world to say....
How to make...
How to destroy......
It's no world to say.....
How to be .....
Yourself in life....


Come on let me hold your heart.....
Till it loses all its scars...
Come on let me hold it so light.....
To feel that softness inside.....

Take my shoulder to cry.....
Come lets make these tears dry.....
Where is that smile......
Oh! Where did you hide it......
Where is that love......
Oh! Please tell me where is it?


Come forget what hurt you then.....
Come hold this very moment.....
Come embrace your life once again......
Come now there's new life to begin.....



Now smile my friend....
Its the end.....
Now can we talk?
May this day begin....
All again....
With you on my side......

Lets play a game dear.....
Come on, do not fear.....
I have your heart in my hand.....
Just let me understand.....

Take my word for it.....
Just forget.....
Make me your smile.......
Give those tears to me.....
And worries.....
And let go of that pain inside....


Will you give me chance.....
To hold it and place in my life....
I will give you mine, not for a while....
But till the end of the times...
.

I would love to be yours...
Making your dreams and
 hopes come true
Come lets be not two
But one soul ,me in you....

Its one life to be lived....
With you and me for a while....
When time will end....
I will be yours and you mine...

I love you and I can't hide....
It's the tears in your eyes...
That I don't want to find.....
I just love to see...
That pretty smile...

Come on  give me a chance .....
I will prove my worth.......
Can I hold your hand for a while....
And have it in my hand...

Will I get your hand , my dear.....
Or you have some other fear?
Just know this, I am waiting for you ......
And I shall keep waiting for you for lifetime.....

Now its time for you to decide....
Now its time for you to be mine......
Now its time for you to make it happen...
Come on say YES and join me as my life...



Wednesday, 25 February 2015

To my friend Pamela......

Some called me woman of words.....
Some called me wandering in thoughts.....
Some called me a story teller.....
Some called me a mystery unsolved.......

In the voices of hundreds......
No one saw the silence I hold.....
The strings of that violin......
only reveal the words untold....

You saw my friend......
The silent melody I hold.....
Keeping it protected......
Like a precious stone.....

You gave me a name......
Beautiful silence.....
And I began to echo ...
The words with silence

Through winds I visit you.....
I see you.....
I wave a kiss when you sleep....
So you have a sweet dream....

--To my dear friend Pamela Martin Ongkiko.......

Saturday, 14 February 2015

Release me......


Release me of your love......
And set me free ....

For I can no longer....
Bear that prisoner in me....

For long I have waited....
For you to set me free.....

For eyes have only wanted.....
Your face in front of me.......

Give me back what You took....
I can no longer lead a life that's empty.....

The heart you stole .....
The peace you shattered.....

Its unbearable sometimes....
When in this lonely time.....

I hear your whispers.....
Eventhough you are no where in distance......

Promising me togetherness....
For a lifetime.....

I am imprisoned ......
In the promise you made......

Now you flew away......
 Like a bird on its way.......

And am still on ground.......
You are nowhere to be found.......

Death is no longer.....
A fear it used to be.......

Now I wanna live.....
Wanna live for my zeals......

Yes I have become selfish.....
But tell me what I must do then, please!!!


Thursday, 12 February 2015

Silent Dusk.......

Silent is the dusk......
When darkness sets its arms to touch.......

The orange shadows of its pleasure ......
 Left in the east to set in the west.........

And still beholding the loneliness..... 
Which stops at bay in a silent melody.......

In this silence...... 
When night falls in love with the dusk.....

Reaching to hug it near the shores......
And whispers in it's ears ......

The moment they meet......
Is only this.......

For dusk reunites with the dark......
And celebrate happily the day's end.....

Dusk meets itself 
mirroring the darkness within...

Holding in arms the night like a bride......
kissing it after day's bright light.....

Night dances until it is weak.....
And on its knees, it comes with ease.....

Leaving the dusk on one end.....
It says goodbye for another hunt......

Dusk remains in the bed......
Till evening chants its name again.....

And when it wakes only to hold.....
The night and say goodbye at last.....





Monday, 9 February 2015

In the Loneliness......

In the Loneliness of the quiet......
I remain enclosed sometimes.......

Hardly noticing the speed of time......
Just freezing to live on my life........

Coughing over the coldness of the world.....
I remember some words untold.......

Sometimes crippled, sometimes rippled.....
And sometimes laziness colliding inside.....

From the windows, I watch.....
The waters falling down in drops.....

Drop by drop each one falls...
And collect on the ground......

This is how day by day.......
Life gathers moments and stays......

Stays in the backyard.....
Backyard of memories.....

Where sometimes I wander restlessly.....
Alone.........

Alone to gather the moments......
That I have lost......

Just like sand.....
They slip out of my hands.....

And I sit in that lonely desert.....
For this mirage to be over......

I see some happiness.....
Far away but beyond reach.....

But I continue to fall.....
And emerge again on my knees.....

Holding on to walk again......
And make my way out of this graveyard......


Thursday, 5 February 2015

Review: LOVE @ AIRFORCE by GAURAV SHARMA


An amazing book from an amazing writer ..... That's what a reader wants. Something that touches the depth of the heart. A story in itself- life we all live. If you think life has been unfaithful to you then, through this book you'll know what's the difference in living our lives and just breathing. Its a fiction yet so close to life. Reality through the words of an Airman.



                   The excerpts have been very attractive and so also is the cover with the flying Sukhoi. A Blackbuck Publication paperback novel authored by Gaurav Sharma who himself has been associated with Mathematics from quite a long time now. Impresses with his approach through minute inspection of human sketches and behaviours. Its a tempting book and you cannot keep it away till you read the whole of it.The freshness of the story keeps the readers glued to it.The author has a good command over the flow of the story from the beginning.
               

                  The status difference between commissioned and non-commissioned officers is well potrayed.Reunion of friends after twenty years is the showstopper of this book but the real event of the book is the lost love story that gets revived. Shabd and Soumya meeting after 2o years and their hidden lovestory. Will Shabd's return make any difference to Soumya? Will her husband do anything when he comes to know about their past affair?So many questions And Ashish's throat in between. How will he save himself from the mess that Shabd makes?Will the drama end tragically or magically? What's in  store for Shabd in future
? And will peace prevail in Soumya's married life?Wanna know??? Do read this book "Love@AirForce" by Gaurav Sharma.

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

T B C Picture Prompt 1: Trapped by Temptation.....

She was an adorable daughter and obedient one too. Her father gave her everything she needed except one thing, the mirror that hung on the wall. It always attracted her but, her father always warned her to stay away from it. And every time the reason was an untold silence. One day she was alone at home and that was when she decided to look into the mysterious mirror which was the source of her curiosity.

She went closer to it and saw her own reflection in it, finding absurd to be kept away from it for so long. The border was so intricately decorated of gold that she touched it and felt the glass with her bare hands.Suddenly she could sense that her hand can pass through that glass.

The vision cleared and she found her hand touching an apple. She tried to hold it but it was still far from her reach. She moved forward and held that apple. Suddenly, two large hands gripped her hands tightly and pulled her inside. She was sitting and panting in horror. She found herself on the other side of the mirror.She stood up and started to go back through the mirror but the glass hardened and now she could not return.
        

Now she realised that her temptation trapped her in the world, where she never belonged but now will belong ever......

Friday, 16 January 2015

Eternal Love......

     I shifted in my flat a few days ago. The get-together of friends and relatives  had ended yesterday and I was just cleaning the mess, which recalled the last day's laughter and fun we had. After the so called session of Swachhta Diwas, I was relaxing when the table of gifts, wrapped in colourful papers took my attention. One by one I unwrapped them and looked what hid inside. While I finished unwrapping and throwing  papers in the dustbin, I took out each gift and placed them in the empty spaces of the room.Only one piece was  left and I could not find a place for it .So I decided to keep it on the table for the time being.

In the evening as the hot tea touched my lips, my gaze shifted to that idol piece I had kept on the table. It was a colourful idol of Radha and Krishna. I went over the table and took the idol into my hands and suddenly turned to sit in front of the dressing table .I kept the idol in my lap and stared at it as if asking for some answers. As I was looking at Radha's face, a sad feeling filled my heart and my eyes started  shedding tears.

A drop of tear fell on the idol .I was speaking to myself or may be to Radha,"The symbol of love Radha and Krishna...... but in reality does love exist??? Can I find the love so pure and so devine like you??? Its all fake, its all lie......"
I kept the idol on the dressing table and started ignoring the emotion it had on her face like I was jealous , like I was hurt. Suddenly the sound of a giggle startled me. It came from behind, where the idol sat.....on that dressing table. I turned around to see who was laughing at my sad introspection.

I saw a lady with eyes like seas so deep and her smile like she was a source of truthful joys humming and giggling like she was happy.I asked her,"Who are you?" And this was her reply....
"Who Am I? You ask me? It is you who called me from inside you, to ask that question which stirrs the calm of your mind. I am Radha ."

I asked,"You are Radha????

She replied," Yes! I am here to answer your questions which haunt the surface of your mind. Tell me what do want to know?"

I was silent for a moment like that moment was having a tussle inside me to gather what ever I wanted to know from the lover Radha herself.

She again giggled and said,"Why are you afraid? Just close your eyes and say the first thing that comes in your mind.....just start once , I promise you'll get your answers."
I don't know whether this was a dream or some prank but I trusted my instincts to ask what was inside my mind.

"Radha! I was thinking about Love..... In today's world is it still the same as was in your time? I mean what actually is love? How do you define it?"

Radha was still in her mood of jingling Krishna's name like she was having a time of pleasure. She shifted her gaze to me and started the conversation with ........." You ask me what is love??? Love is something not to be understood. It is something to be felt. If you try to understand it , you will have to understand this basic thing. Nothing in this universe is without the influence of love. The universe in every bit, every atom is justifying love.Without love nothing stands and without falling in love , nothing can be felt worthy of.I have felt this in every moment I have been in love since."

I asked her," You loved Krishna, but you never were together. Doesn't this make you sad ?"


Radha was astonished at my question. She smiled and came near me to sit and continued,"Who says we were never together? Infact we never parted. We are still together.What does togetherness actually mean to you? Does that only mean being physically together? Sometimes those who are physically present are somewhat absent and present in another dimension, in another time. Krishna is Radha and Radha is Krishna ,I am in Him and He's in Me. When soulmates meet, they meet never to be separated.You know how soulmates are ???? They are two pieces of the same soul. But when they meet once , there is nothing that can separate them, no physical boundaries of bodies, age and time........absolutely nothing."

I was getting mesmerised with every word she spoke about love. My questions still continued. "You say they never separate but infact your story tells that it happened."

Radha said,"I only wished to be in love , to be in love was more important than anything to me.. I never asked to be his wife , I had no desire to do so, what I wanted was only love, so pure so eternal beyond time and beyond space , something no one can snatch away. I got what I wanted..... no complaints"

"Rukmani was Krishna's wife, wouldn't be it right if you had been".......my  question trailed off as I thought what Radha would think of me .

Radha was not going to get away with that easily.Her answer shocked me. She said,"Love has no limit..... Sudha, love is never expecting , love is selfless, it only gives. If you think of return in love , then its NO LOVE. I have broken the walls that limit love. Love is not being physically together, love is being emotionally together. Love is standing with your soulmate, being invisible to the world but becoming that strength that no power in the world can face.Love is never a weakness, actually it is something that makes the soul complete and content with no more desires left. The world sees the physical being but love is always felt through heart not through bodies..... Love is in every gesture of a human being. What is Hatred? Its not opposite to love, its the love stuck up somewhere unknown wanting to just get acknowledged and pulled back. Those who do not love actually crave for it more than who love. Love cannot be compared like who loved more, or whose love is superior. I cannot question upon Rukmani's Love. Love is love ..... Krishna is Love. He was the apple of everybody's eye. Even my fellow Gopies used to love him. I don't envy others. Love is to love not envy. "


"But why you get the acknowledgement of being Krishna's love and not Rukmani his wife?"my question suddenly buzzed like a buzzer .

Radha laughed and said,"Yes Rukmani is known as his wife but may be Krishna found his Radha in Rukmani? I never loved Krishna for acknowledgement, Sudha.......We were in love from the times I have known him and it continued to grow  with us. Love does not need worldly appreciation or acknowledgement. In love two persons live as one, never to die as two different persons. Their love outlives time and the limits which a human body holds. Their love remains in the state of stagnation like time has stopped.The only thing is that my love for Krishna was so intense that we were not two different beings but were reflections of each other.And the difference between Krishna and me faded away. Those who want to search Kanha eventually have to go through me.  Because now there is no difference left between Kanha and Me.

(Suddenly I saw  a glimpse of Krishna standing in Radha and then she continued )

 I tried to tell this through Mira. In Mira, I found Krishna closer than before because he wasn't there physically present for people to see, but his presence was my life. His only mention was my life. I loved him like a  jogan . Wives call their husbands lord but I called the lord "Krishna" my husband. I gave up just to be with his love, in love, emotionally and spiritually. Radha in Mira and Krishna in Radha , how amazing is this love .It makes me forget everything."

I was a bit confused " But how do I know whether ........?????" Radha's answer interrupted my incomplete question.

She said," I live in every woman who finds her love.Look through my eyes and find your Krishna. Be a Radha and you will find your Krishna. Remember one thing Sudha, A soul in every life takes birth to meet its soulmate. Who is Rukmani or Meera, none other  than me. I embrace Krishna in every form who surrounds him. I am not a different being I am in every being, searching for him to be complete with the Krishna."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I turned around in the direction of the door. I got up to open the door, hoping Radha to stay but she vanished and I found her no where. May be I was day dreaming but still it feels that she was here and she made me realise the greatest truth which lay hidden that eternal love is not attained through lust but through love and the search of this love is what makes us wander throughout our lives and sometimes we have it in front of our eyes but we fail to realise its presence.....