A predicament? or was it simply life running its normal course? A situational analysis led to more questions that I did not want to handle. While I was seeking answers I could hear the old grandmother clock strike twice. It was either the chime or the wetness of my tears streaming down my face and moistening the pillow that was the external force altering my state of inertia. It was neither a reverie nor a trance, just deep moving thoughts that refused to leave my bedside now for days on end. They were stuck there because I did not want to answer them. Answering them meant acknowledging uncomfortable incidents. Those incidents which brought up heart wrenching questions.
Dear life, it is not that I am upset with you .. but you have me perplexed though
I find myself in a dilemma, and it is the innocence of your questions that make it so
तुझ से नाराज़ नहीं जिंदगी, हैरान हूँ मै
तेरे मासूम सवालों से परेशान हूँ मैं
It never occurred to me that life will also have its share of sorrow
Every smile that escapes the lips extracts a price, like a loan that has to be repaid morrow
Each time I smile now, my lips carry the burden of the happiness that life lets me to occasionally borrow
जीने के लिए, सोचा ही नहीं दर्द संभालने होंगे
मुस्कुराए तो, मुस्कुरानेके दर्द संभालने होंगे
मुस्कुराऊँ कभी, तो लगता हैं, जैसे होठों पे क़र्ज़ रखा हैं
A lesson about relationships was learnt when life’s miseries did not seem to cease
When I eventually found it, it was in the scorching heat that I found, the serenity of a cool breeze
जिंदगी तेरे, गम ने हमें रिश्ते नए समझाएं
मिले जो हमें, धुप में मिले छाओं के ठंडे साए
The tears that have welled up in my eyes today will shed away as droplets eventually
Their welling up at another tomorrow remains a mystery. A mystery because the one little droplet that I had stowed away safely, is somewhere and somehow lost, and has vanished eternally
आज अगर, भर आई हैं, बूँदें बरस जायेंगी
कल क्या पता, इन के लिए, आँखें तरस जायेंगी
जाने कब गुम्म हुआ, कहाँ खोया, एक आंसू छुपा के रखा था
This post has a few sequels... I did not do one consolidate post for the fear that it would read like the script of a Bengali movie..
G, Nice one. I like this song too it's filled with lot of emotions. I guess Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night.
ReplyDeleteI guess what you say is true... sometimes though the blanket shrinks to become as big as a handkerchief.. or should I say as small as one.. thats when even the knees lock and give up and u find you are lying on your back.. sleepless and writhing in pain.. but thats life ....
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