Rukhsat

Though the promises we made were so strong,

and they never wanted to say bye.
We chose not to choose them,

and I write this when you are there-living and I …

You, your breath, so beautiful, wish had stayed in my arms a bit more,

my fingers stretch but there are no dark strands flowing

I wish I dared to tuck them that night…

I could have told you that I love you,

wish there was a time when I was me, without fear of nothing

and now lips bumble, no ears waiting for these words now...

Those rain still come, and still I look above

they do make me heavy, what they say I am unable to make out

guess, there is something again which I broke...

I write your name on those pages

wish could have them dry and sweet.

These words do say something now,

I didn’t make friends with them back then, and they love me now!

Winter gives shivers to me and

it is no new for me now.

'twas silent with its eyes closed

and look now it stays in the bed, too!

I still have those dreams,

something is missing but can’t tell.

Dreams had someone like you.

You are far from me, you left tomorrow unlived

do the needful, bury them with me,

when I leave something called life!  

[Random observation]

There is a difference between the lives in metros and towns/villages. And this is no research paper product. I just thought, why not pen down something, in any case!

It’s not worth mentioning much of the absence of the proofs of the ever existing romance between bricks and cement. Neither, the absence of web and presence of cobwebs. The technological differences which though are rapidly going to extinguish soon. And why not?

I would like to keep you interested in the life. The life. One can almost smell the life, can never avoid taking the freshness in as if it comes wrapped with the air. The proximity with their struggles can be felt and one does realize at some point of time, how necessary it is. The grandeur with which every miniscule happiness is received, would stretch to you and call you in. Their wants and priorities would almost astonish you. The complications there would most of the time bring an ingenuous smile. The purity in the children does extend to some more years of teen-period and that does make that world beautiful. The nature, as if dilutes the aggression and thirst, both, and is yet clean green. The centre of gravity is surely low there, enough rests in the souls. Maybe the cosmetics haven’t yet been superimposed, much. And what really significant is, the acknowledgment. The acknowledgment for the lives around them. People know that people live around them. And that kicks their lives, in all the ways, though.

No need to compare. One should never compare the lives. It diminishes the beauty.

Though, we all are very clever to find the goods around us. Aren’t we?