It wasn’t a choice I did make, it was a cause, I couldn’t chase. I was old, to handle, the requisite of increasing exigencies. I was alone, to conciliate, the unending malice. I was ready to adjust, but not were they. I tried to influence that broken correspondence, with dotage experience, but without consequences. Necessity took my heart, so my love; both gone, I am alone. Glancing their memories, in my mind, nothing is left except rewind. Repeat, reread and recreate! how were they, how are they.
I am old, I couldn’t alter; Blood were mine, but will were thine. This house seems sans ornements, en dehors, of them. This mortal mind, screech and scream, réapparaître,revenir;réapparaître,revenir.
*sans ornements- without ornaments. En dehors– devoid reapparaitre, revenir– come back
What’s gone is bygone, rightly said. How long a chef is going to cry for her fallen dessert, that she cooked with utmost care. How long a Potter is going to stare at his broken ware, that he designed with so much dare. What happened, just happens. What broke, just breaks. No one can capture that flying time, just because he has some grudges with the timely rhyme. No one can erase, that memory of bad, howsoever sad. How long a person, who was so deeply in love with her partner, going to destroy himself, by drinking to death, or smoking to rest. How long a person is going to revenge, for the sake of betrayal, with himself at waste.
It’s not a question, but a thing to wonder, Life is once, we all know;With time, we all grow. Running, chasing, find and trace; To save things; place, people and race. Day we retire, with torn attire; smelling with unwashed tears and tire. Will we be on jest, with little breath, at the end of, the so calledDeath?
Me and you have been there, worth citing: being forever, there on the banks
The beautiful circles by throwing pebbles, we watched together, there on the banks.
The ringing bell and the evening chants, we heard together, there on the banks. That sunset who has hiding beside the drizzling cloud, and that running fast at the fear of getting cold, there on the banks.
Bunking classes to roam on streets, buying dupattas matching bangles with coloured green, there on the banks. Praying Shiva, while quietly holding our hands, there on the banks. Listening folklores and having hot tea, in shivering cold; there on the banks.
Passing time, there on the banks. Saying goodbye, crying alone, there on the banks. And then continuing visiting again and again, just to feel your warmth, there on the banks.
I am old, you are gone, still things are same, there on the banks… If rebirth, I will be waiting, come with me, there on the banks…
Music has it theory, whenever it plays it either shocks or takes out a shock, ha, ha!
There is hardly anyone who doesn’t has any kind of music on its preference
But, have you ever heard The Rainy song, maybe some of you might have heard it, if not, then thanks to my discovery!
For one side of people it’s their firstlove, of course, we had our first rain before our first kiss; it’s the music we grew up dancing with. And why not, it’s the sound which comforted us on our painful but just happened: break-up, and later again we thanks it, when we find peace further in our life.
A cup of hot coffee, and the window: matter not, glassy or wooden, for people like us this rainy song is the life we are alive till death apart.
Wait, how could we forget the universal line: human species are full of contradictions. May be its not contradictions but the experience they have, defines their behaviour( this is what sociologists says)
And for them, this song is nothing more than the experience they bear in mind. I still remember, while on my way to visit my village, an old enough uncle declared, his whole chronicle of flood in his village, that’s when he shifted to the nearby city, though he was saved, many others could not, he told me that with every lyrics of this rainy song he misses his hometown( by somehow, it was raining that day). Well this is just one of such people, we all know many others…
[I think:(it could be good that by this, he misses his hometown, otherwise there are people who feel shame sharing their roots). Talks apart. ]
Since it’s about a music, how could we forget the lyrics and lyricist! His appearance is very gentleman type, a fluffy tummy, wearing black -white large hat, and whose voice is same as we make with hungry stomach.
And then when he sit to write, since his torch is on and off he can’t write nicely. sometimes its continuous, sometimes not; with a break, sometimes not.
With all his struggles, when he dare to complete, he shows it to his great composer windy wind to compose, and last all their co-worker comes together, ready to begin… This Rainy song… And why not to leave interpretation, since it’s 🌧raining I enjoy this song:the rainy song…
This pain on my wings, I got through falling down… For once, I was the queen of my dreams, For once I was proud of my wings.
Ask me not, where not did I fly, the garden, the mountain, the rivers the glittery town.
Over the cloud and close to sky, for once I thought, the world as my own.
What a pleasure, a history divine. A love to life, a life not benign.
As of my proud, I flew through thunder, Oh! I fell down, as no wonder!
Falling high, my wings torn apart, hidden beneath the leafy blanket if nine.
As for now I can not fly, Can you guess, the pain of mine?
Watching others to fly and dance, I look above and begin to cry.
Though sometimes, I question the cause; blame my vows. But AM I A BIRD, IF DARE NOT TO FLY!
Mirth of fighting with the mighty wind, Joy of singing with the rhythmic rain, Way too worthy, than this lamely pain.
I might save my tears for late, if I fall again derailed. But for now, I love, this sky; I will start trying again. AS FOR NOW, it’s wounded wing, BUT IT’S NOT AN WOUNDED BIRD…
What is dream? What is aim? What it is people long for? She started searching, since she was kid, She was different, she well thought. A long notes, a lots of lecturers, heard and watched, as they said. She thought, it was money, to grow rich! So she started, methods for such; She tried something without a plan, not knowing how and what to look for. Suddenly, it wasn’t her dream, it wasn’t required. Once again she found a new dream, She thought it was to find a lover, someone rich, love her more, a worthy man of her love. “I will devote my youth and old, happily together nothing to bother”; So she searched, a perfect man, in every man she could find; She met many, but noone worked out, as they were on a similar line! Handsomeness, loyalty, and fidelity, all wanted;
but not from self, from their partner; Teenage passed, in this wish;
once she grew, she will find her prince. In such way, time passes, People came and went, nothing changed. Noone found her worthy of their time; She asked people, all whom she knew, Few said beauty, few said money, few said self-esteem, all she lacked! So what’s now?
she changed profiles, changed her beauty creams she found; From organic to cosmetic all she tried; All failed, as by this time; People she met, few had broken past…
few wanted just time pass, but she wasn’t ready for her compromise;
Long has she saved her true first love, for someone, who loves as their own.
So, again everything failed apart. Now, she was broken, deep inside, all her childhood, teenage, and old; All just passed, all in void.
Now she was all herself again, neither she was rich, nor had the handsome prince. She has to be just another bride, just another groom! No white horse, no empire of her own; She has to compromise, now she can’t frown. All fantasies , all fancies, all fairy tales so far, vanished, made her own a clown. She lost herself, she failed herself as she thought; This pain as she said: “my heart bled like never before, as we see a woodcutter chopping hard and hard”.
She had noone, she thought for, No friends, she cared for. Though she is living, but not alive; There the question rises again…
“What is dream, what is aim, what is people long for…”
When all sudden, nothing seems right, When you have nothing; to hold it tight. When despair is all around you, but noone to hold your hands. When having everyone around you, doesn’t makes sense, and you still feel alone. When your fate is mocking at you, and God and has decided to watch quietly. Oh my dear heart! don’t cry; don’t cry, if there is darkness around you. When you fear what if nothing works out and maybe everything can fall apart. Everything but you will be left destroyed; Oh my dear heart!Don’t get hurt; When people whom you trusted, breaks your heart, don’t be timid; Do not compare with others, who looks amazing smiling on their present life. As, there is difference, between smiling and laughing! No heart, ever died of heartbreak, despair and failure; For life is the very source of being alive; And when hope of survival is there, passion of, not over yet, is there;How can life ends… So, oh my dear heart!don’t loose hope; Is it the first time, it ever happened? is it the second time, you have noone to complain! You know better; things have happened earlier, situations have been similar; Oh my dear heart! But you never quit; Remember the promise, you made to me; You will never be like others,the previous day; Today is just another day; another issue to make you proud of yourself, proud that you weren’t afraid. Oh my dear heart, let it go; I know you, since I was born, I got this body; so got you; We have been together in shit, joy and mirth; Didn’t you once told me, I am strong; if it was true then, so it is now; I have you, you have me; and so we are complete; Oh my dear heart, thou are my friend; So, wipe your tears, look into mirror; What beauty, what strength, does others have,better than you. Isn’t your favourite song” jodi tumar daak sune keu na aase, soi tumi ekla chlo re…”? Don’t you like reading linkon and Thatscher? If it’s so, then you have believe, believe in yourself, believe in me; Oh my dear heart! I promise to make you proud, Proud for choosing my body and me. Let me repeat your favourite lines… “Where there is a will, there is a way”… And oh my dear heart! I will
Vast is this ocean, large to hold, much beyond this horizon; Me, for, not a regular routine;today is holiday, as it’s sunday! It’s too early, even serenity is at peace. The sun wearing it’s reddish gown, saying the show must go on… Clouds, with a cherish smile, in mood to play; longing to hide the shine of sun’s proud. So beautiful is morning, I guess! But wait, what! Something running in my mind, Ah! It’s same, long I have been hearing! A long lists of wishes unfulfilled and complains undeclared. It’s same, I heard last night, before sleeping”why it happened/it could have been changed/…” Now it has become a habit of mine. But wait, why am I trying to figure it out all of sudden? Is it, these ocean waves, that cant see and enjoy the morning calmness, while being quiet! Or the chirping birds, who have realised that they should do some ‘wingish exercise’ to remain active for whole day flight! Whatsoever, my mind is questioning me, not ready to give up now; So, what I am gonna do next, tomorrow is Monday and I have to return; to work, the tiresome, boring, yet need for survival. Long I have survived just, dragging my body at home, at work, and where not! It’s now half an hour, since I came, now people have started to come and play. “Ah! How happy and beautiful they are, so nice to be like them!” “Oh!, How beautiful a couple with hands together, in their old-age, still together!, How my love life was in vain, how broken was I then!” These views are terrifying while calming; What is nature trying to tell me, it’s a secret, on a Mission to decipher; I walk a bit, shredding my shoulder. The sand of beach, touches my Achilles heel, kindling Joy like, what I feel. Far away, the coconut vendor, so busy to sell, all he has! And there kids, far away in another world, making there Empire out of sand! So trivial, I smiled; how innocent I look at them back. It’s been hour, I looked at my watch, it’s time to go back, A sigh of missing this painter’s imagination; I feel empty though satisfied; Even though I am alone, I can come, on this beach, or maybe somewhere else, Now I wonder, what at other places; I want to explore, with a great surge. I am returning back to room, with a pledge to find me and my nature; May be different may be one…
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