Red blazing fire danced before my eyes, greedily engulfing my mother's body. The crackling sound of fire dominating any other sound caused by the crowd of people. The world faded around me as i concentrated on the sight in front of me. I wasn't even aware how many hours have passed since my mom drew her final breath. If someone told me to describe the hours subsequent to her death, I probably wouldn't be able to string four sentence together. Those hours had been hazy. I remember holding her hand with one hand and the other resting on her chest feeling her heartbeats as her heart heaved for the last time. I remember trying to get ahold of myself as the devastation hit me like wave of tsunami. The feeling of loss was sudden. I tried to think of all those impending arrangements and formalities I have to do, so I wouldn't break apart in a hospital room. After all, I have long since known of her illness. I knew what was coming. I had time to prepare myself. I shouldn't be loosing it like this. I managed to distract myself for almost five seconds before I lost it and as if a dam broke loose all the emotions hit me at once. The devastation, the loneliness, the loss, the confusion, the anger, I felt it all. The pain was almost physical, as if someone was ripping me apart limb by limb. I don't know how much time passed while I sat there sobbing hysterically. I don't know when people started coming in, awkwardly muttering their condolences, some taking me in a firm embrace as if they're touch will pacify the raging storm inside me. I wish it could but their solace couldn't reach me through the thick layer of sorrow. But I was still grateful for their presence. Even though their faces were a string of blurry images that I didn't care to acknowledge at that time, I was still grateful, especially when they stuck around and took over the cremation arrangements. I wasn't sure I could have taken care of things in my current state of insensibility. I guess, this was the boon of living in a small town. People always make time to stand by you. Either because they expect the same from you or they just don't want to appear insensitive, the reason doesn't matter.
In the process of breaking down, trying to pick myself up to give my mom a proper cremation and seeing her motionless body turning into ash something inside me went numb. I was tired. Tired of my mind being clogged up by emotions. Tired of life being so unfair. I wanted to stop feeling. I wasn't one to let my emotions take control of situations. Guess, that was before I had a brush with grief. And I was glad I didn't have anymore family, glad that I wouldn't have to go through it again. I kneeled near the ashes as the fire died down watching the thinning smoke still rising from the ash. I closed my eyes and tried to envision my life from this moment forward. And for the first time in life I felt burdened by life. For the first time I had no one to lean on. I was truly and utterly alone.
You are right my lady
I'm no one's judge or jury
I lack a heart to know your beauty
Nor am I a commander of truth
What do I say; what do I do?
When I'm just your eyes
Reflected back at you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall;
Save your breath, save your words;
What makes you my judge and jury;
You see an image, not my beauty.
Whoever says mirrors don't lie,
When your very reflection is inverted.
It's amazing, isn't it?
How a little distance
can change your perception of life
Showing you the whole picture
Not just the pieces with terrible colour
It's amazing, isn't it?
How a little pause in your life
Is exactly what you need
When you've lost
all hopes to win the race
To reflect on your flaws
Or to gain some insights
It's amazing, isn't it?
How a higher altitude
Makes the world seem beautiful
Hiding the ugly cracks
It shows a picturesque wall
In the crowds
I've never found a place of my own
Yet yearn to loose myself in them.
A song that remained unfinished
Some words that remained unsaid
Some confessions that never made it to lips
Some emotions were left unnamed
Some secrets yours and mine
Neither shared nor hidden
We walked together, side by side
Hands entwined
Not caring about finish line
We tried to enjoy the journey
But there's something that we forgot
That we didn't have forever
That we're stringed to our fates
That pulled us opposite ways
And our love wasn't tangible enough
To bind us together in a new fate
Because our love was an asymptote
It came close enough to feel
But not enough to connect
It came close enough to touch
But not enough to osculate
They tell you that the world is round,
That what you give, also comes around.
Then, why was I given deceit,
When I offered my trust?
Why, after all the secrets I shared,
You left me defenceless and bared.
So, tell me universe,
Was it all a lie?
They say time heals all wounds,
But mine gets sore with every ticking sound.
For once in my life,
I lowered the fences guarding my heart.
You smiled at me,
I thought, I already got the world.
But then you slashed me open,
Just to see what colour I bleed,
Did you ever stop to wonder,
how I would feel?
They say it's better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.
And forgive me universe for I don't believe you,
As it changed my notion of life leaving it askew.
Before I used to see the beauty of starry sky,
Now all I see is the swarming darkness.
As it left me stuck in a time,
the world long since forgot.
As it left me Stranded on a road,
people no longer venture.
So, forgive me universe for saying this,
but love is nothing but an illusion,
like the beauty of the ocean,
as it lures the guileless heart,
only to steal it's breath.
[What’s the rush?]
Months spent, years lost
several ages of humankind,
Turned to dust.
Searching the meaning
In meaninglessness
Seeking the purpose
In pointless existence.
In the grand universe
Though a tiny particle
Striving to leave a mark
On the earth's chronicle
That's Its own way
of attaining immortality
Conquering the fear of death
And Converging to eternity
But shortsighted as you are,
Didn't stop to think
That writing on the sand
Could be erased in a blink
Could be that your life,
Is one beautiful accident
You shine for a moment,
You exist, and that is the point.
let's kill all the clocks...
Let's kill all the clocks
Let's forget rights and wrongs
And steal the wings of breeze
So we can fly over the tides
Till we reach the horizon
Where the sun kisses the ocean
While the earth spins around
We'll be away from that crowd
Snuggling close together
On the clouds that hold water
Let's kill all the clocks
So the picture can live in the frame forever
एक सवाल आपने किया
एक हम भी करते हैं
वो राम जी हैं
जिन्हें सब आदर्श मानते हैं;
छोड कर अपने राज़ मुकूट
उन्होंने पीता का वचन निभाया
बिना भोग वीलास के
चौदा वर्ष वन में विताया;
आपने प्रेम का वंधन
जोड़ा सिर्फ़ माता सीता के साथ
मगर जब लांछन लगा उनके
चरित्र पे, छोड़ दिया उनका हाथ;
कहते हैं प्राण से बढकर
वचन है रघुवंशियों का
विवाह के सात वचनों में एक
रक्षा अपने पत्नि के सम्मान का;
क्या पत्नि से किया
वचन का कोई मान नहीं होता?
आखिर क्यों सिर्फ़ एक अच्छे
पुत्र बन ने से वो आदर्श है कहलाता?
आज भी,
रामायण और महाभारत देखने पर
कुछ सवाल आते हैं
और मन को विचलित कर देते है।
क्यो माँ सीता के चरित्र पर सवाल उठाए गए ?
क्यो उन्हें अपवित्र कहा ?
भगवान राम के सामने उन्होंने अग्नी परीक्षा दी थी,
वह सब जानते थे,
फिर ऐसा क्यों हुआ ?
क्यो पाङव और कोरवो के खेल में
द्रौपदी का सौदा हुआ ?
क्यो भरी सभा में
सभी के सामने चीरहरण हुआ ?
क्यों किसी ने कुछ नहीं कहा ?
क्यो सब मौन रहे ?
वहाँ तो कृष्ण ने आकर
द्रौपदी का चीर बढा दिया था,
पर क्यो हुआ ऐसा ?
न ही सीता और द्रौपदी
त्रेता युग में और द्वापर युग में
सुरक्षित थी
और न ही आज कलयुग में सुरक्षित है ।
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-writingsbypb
( मैं भगवान के विरुद्ध नहीं हूँ, बस इतनी सी बात है कि क्यों ऐसा हुआ और क्या कभी इन सवालों के जवाब मिलेंगे ? )
18.11.2020 (114)
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Close your eyes
Cover your ears
Shut your mouth
What’s happening isn’t happening.
Come on, throw away your conscience;
It’s not going to win you a lottery.
It wasn’t you who commited the crime,
Then Why should you feel guilty?
Convince yourself it’s not your fault,
You are not to blame.
Just an innocent bystander, right?
You just happened to be there;
You watched the scene unfold.
Even though you could have stopped it,
you just stood there and let it go on,
shook your head and said, “what a terrible fate!”
And went on with your day,
Thinking you’re not in the wrong.
But let me tell you one thing,
By closing your eyes,
when you see something evil,
By covering your ears,
When you hear something wrong,
By shutting your mouth,
When you could have spoken up,
You are not being wise but selfish.
You’re as much guilty for not stopping it
as the hands of the person for doing it.
So don’t think you’re not in the wrong,
‘cause innocent bystander is just an oxymoron.