The storyteller #2

As she stopped.She opened her eyes. Wide open. But unable to adjust to the over luminous environment. Again it was the same question. Where was she? But this time, it wasn't nowhere, it was definitely somewhere. There was light all around. Actually energy. Energy that she could feel. It was beautiful. Whatever it was, she didn't exactly know. But it was dynamic. Lot of activity was going on. She looked down. She was amazed to see where was she standing. It was some track. A weird track. There were many similar ones. All around her. Lots and lots of paths. Still more confusion. Earlier there wasn't any and now there are too many. Where to go. Some things were moving across those paths. But what were they? Big giant structures were visible at some distance. Should she speak something? She chose to remain silent. She observed. It was better than blankness. But it wasn't something solid on which those tracks were laid out. Everything was floating in a fluid. Everything embedded.A little more closeness was required. But the paths weren't too good to walk. Still she tried walking. But it was all too wobbly. She paused and looked around. Something was coming towards her..."Hello Madam! Greetings of the day! Welcome to The City of Cell! How can I help you?" asked a weird looking, someone. 'The City of Cell', she thought, awestruck. Finally she was where she wanted to be. A world she wanted to explore. She kept silent for some time to admire the beauty of where she was now.

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Tear

A drop a tiny drop An invisible drop of water Rolls down so slowly So steadily,when your heart shatters It is if you think A hard line that you said But it is instead What has been accumulated in the head It just overflows The pains,the anguish and desires The suppressed thoughts The feelings,anger,jealousy as fires The small drop as rolls Becomes a big tsunami Which fills a bucket An ocean,just because of your tyranny When it hurts;the heart gets overwhelmed with emotions Of hatred,love and superiority Of danger,security and caution The tear creates a world for some that lasts forever Imprinted on heart an image Of someone you care

The Truth.

I am in no state to write fancy words. The first truth is that I do not have the vocabulary to sew words into some captivating, mind-charming strings. It's been 7 days since I returned back home under these dire circumstances. The situation still does not seem to improve even a bit. Days have become so contrasting, varying and fluctuating, that too on the stress scale. Happiness and smiles come rarely (fortunately they come), and last only momentarily. Maybe they come during some comedy scene in a movie or during a one-liner joke in a stand-up comedy, but not necessarily every time. Each passing day makes it more difficult to laugh, to stay positive. The early part of the week, we all were still trying to push ourselves hard to stay positive, even when papa stopped going to his office. I could never have imagined him not going to his business for these many days. Even when we had to go for vacations, be it for a day or two, it used to be so difficult for him to take an off. Now, ...

Ek kavita unke naam...

कभी सोचा न था कि इस कदर आप से जुदा होंगे आखरी बार जो मिले थे आपसे अंतिम मिलन उसे कहेंगे किसे पता था कि आप हमे यहीं छोड़कर चल पड़ेंगे कोशिश करे हम तो भी आपको न कभी भुला सकेंगे कहाँ चल दिए उस घर को छोड़ जो टिका था उस संजीव नींव पर कहाँ चल दिए उस हाथ को छोड़ अपनी विनीता को भुलाकर श्रवण कुमार जिन बने उन्हें ही छोड़ दिया अकेला खुशमिज़ाज़ और रंगीन था जो भविष्य नज़र आता है आज वही धुंधला कार्यक्षेत्र में अनुपम गुण संपूर्ण जैसे स्वयं हो केशव पर पहुँच गए सितारों में कोई सीढ़ी न जाये जिस तक यकीन न कर सकूँ अब भी कि न आओगे घर अब आप कभी नहीं लाओगे वो चॉकलेट्स और मिठाई अब न बनाओगे पनीर और पिज़्ज़ा अलग न गूंज सकेगी वो हसी दोबारा रोशन हो उठता था जिससे संसार सारा फिर वह आवाज़ न देगी सुनाई "लड़की देख ये क्या है?" सोच आँख भर आई न होगा अब वह कनपुरिया स्टाइल में बतियाना और न "बवाल हो तुम" यह कहलाना याद करू आपको तो न मान सकू सच इसे कि कल तक जो हँस कर थे खड़े वो आज लग गए मौत के गले क्यूँ चले गए इतनी दूर हमसे आप चाहकर भी न थाम सके आपका हाथ चले गए क्यूँ दूर...

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