Hum jante hain Dosti ka matlab:

Hum jante hain Dosti ka matlab.

Jante, toh samajh pate bin kahe shabdon ko.

Jante. Toh bin puche samajhte sare bechaniyon ko.

Jante, toh yeh dard ka ahsaas kar pate.

Hoti ankhon mein sirf hasi,

Hota ek sachha sa rishta.

Jante, toh har baar samay ka bahana na banate, milne ka wadah jarur nibhate :)

Nayi Shuruwat

From occasionally visible Black Skoda on the elevated clean and serene roads of Mysore to infinitesimally long queue of Altos, Wagon-Rs, Santros on the filthy, half constructed, dumped road of Pune. I, till now unable to consolidate the reason that triggered my mind and convinced my fragile heart for the shift.

Leaving all the exquisite luxuries back, here I hailed a train that dropped me to a city that has never been welcoming to anyone in particular. Though the fact that it is the city of youth, a pride in its own self. Either we carry our passion with us or the excitement of an existing “die- for” relation; rather I had a broken relation and new burglars. The ones which were mine at my arrival are my three huge suitcases filled with clothes, books and dreams.

Fighting with self, after a long, I could say “yes, I owe something in the city. Jo mera hai.” A flat-mate on whom I can rely on to certain extends. The carpool owner who always pings me for the confirmation of paid ride back home. Untidy uniform wearing short heighted security guard, who without fail salutes me every time I cross the society gate. The dusky guy, with black narrow eyeglasses having moderate built and an evil playful smile, who greets regularly while taking auto to coaching on every hot and burning weekends.  My English teacher who no matter what have reasons every time to defend her.

I believe this all is mine in this strange, polluted city. I experience it every time and suddenly a thought erupts, that if I have not been here I would have never been able to experience these small but peaceful and happy memories.

“The city, one day will be mine. Ab daar ni lagta. “

Love

Love unveils you,

Love completes you,

A realization of self,

Feeling for lifetime,

Nothing unreal,

Nothing uncanny.

Speechless, harmless…

Just a vision, a vision of togetherness, for the immeasurable span.

Just Another Night

And here it Kicks. Old monk starts talking again rather pouring its heart out. Peacefully gazing at the sky above, trying to notice the magnificent twinkling of the stars, big or small, they are. “What I will die as, I don’t know .But today my friend, I play.” Last month he bought a shining red Jumbo Granada.  Learning day by day. The six strings plucked from low to high bring peace to him. Makes him feel alive and brings him close to himself. But presently the chords help his pain to fade.

“One day I will be teaching. Nurturing the young, less fortunate kids.” He never dreamt big, never were aspirations of being high class sophisticated artificial gentleman. All the dreams he had , talked about the actions that could smoothen his mind. “Last Shot , an no more imaginations”, he fell asleep on the large saffron green nylon threaded couch in the small balcony.