It was a fairytale #3

She knows their worlds are far apart. But she still has hopes not in the reality but only in the dimension beyond space and time. She dwells in consciousness and unconsciousness. She has two sides – the one is real and the other is extreme. Her extreme bonded with his extreme and they became one. They felt one. It was not a feeling, not a thought, not an expression but a realization. They were in now. She doesn’t expect her king to go beyond his walls because she can’t run away from hers. She is trapped yet free and so is he. She wants to keep him alive and with her just like this – just in her stories. After all, that is what she always was, is and will be – a story teller. She met her other half who completed her story. Insanity met the hungry fool. He said, “Maybe that is how stories are written”. Losing was easy with him – losing herself. How much she longed for such a loss in order to feel her real self. The king wished to whisper in her ears, “I love you.”

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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...

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

Silent emotions

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