muniya re muniya

I dream. I would be there. On the border. Guns and Arms. Eyes on unrest. Mind vigilant. With a proud heart. And Love. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. In the school. Colourful chalks and duster. Teaching them about life. And its ways. Bending down on rough roads. Mending the matrix. Of a tough lattice. With terrific energy. Just as the young. And fire. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Writing with a fountain pen. On chunks of papers. My story, your story, our story. And everybody's story. For us. For them. Perhaps make us gauge. Over little things. And smile. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Visiting the world. And capturing in the eye. Taking notice. Of the unfathomable culture. On the world map. Spending evenings. In utter silence and awe. With You. On the side. And drink. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Living a life of 10 to 5. Breakin...

मैं हूँ इस दहलीज़ पर, कि समक्ष एक अलग दुनिया है ... जो बुला रही है चीख-चीख कर, जैसे खींच रही है... जानता नहीं आगे क्या है ! बस ... भरोसा है | और शायद उम्मीद... कुछ... खुद से... वही परछाईं आगे बुला रही है , आँखें... मीच रही हैं | पीछे देखूं ... तो जैसे वक़्त की तीखी सूईआं हैं,  जो कभी ... किसी की हुई नहीं | यही अफ़सोस लेकर... मैं बढ़  रहा हूँ ...  कि वो घड़ी रूकती कहीं, तो दो पल मैं भी ठहर पाता, और साथ में इनके यादें हैं...  भर-भर कर... उस एल्बम में, जो फ्रिड्ज के ऊपर रखी है,  कहानियाँ संजोये हुए ... आगे है एक  मौका सा...  बढ़ने  का ...किसी रास्ते पर,  जो बुला रहा है सींच-सींच कर, जैसे रुकने के लिए मैं कभी बना नहीं ! और अब रुका भी हूँ ... तो किस चीज़ पर ? जहाँ पुरानी पतंग और नई डोर,  मिलते हुए दिख रहे हैं | मैं  हूँ ... इस... देहलीज़ पर ...

Vacations!  And with them arrived heaps of plans like dancing, singing, drawing, playing, reading, writing and what not!  All trashed! All overcome by SLEEP. 'Going places' and doing above mentioned things occurred on a slow note though. College is about to begin and I haven't had a sound sleep for so many nights... Looks like I'm feeling afraid.  Afraid of careless carefree days being snatched soon,  afraid of the fear of completion of sheets assigned in the studio, afraid of whether I'd be doing well this time or not, afraid of landing up into irrelevant conflicts... Blow!   I have stopped thinking all about it and only decided to work hard and harder in the coming days. Two months and so many thoughts,  second thoughts...fourth thoughts... Haha... Then the last thought- give peace a chance.   I danced,  I sang,  I played, I drew,  I read,  I cooked, I slept, I visited places---that's the story of every vacation, keeping them s...