The Journey...

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Its album ‘Passions’ by Ghazal Maestro, Late Shree Jagjit Singh, playing on my computer while I am typing this. And the lyrics is conforming with emotions once I had. It was my first semester break, and I was going back home, in Gujarat. I had tried to cage my emotions within sheets of my notebook, somewhere which remains in its hideous isolation now.Then, I was different, from what I am now. At least I had tears, and I could spill them when I needed. Now even after million tries, I don’t get any. I wish, if I could feel light, bursting out from the complex lockage in my brains.

I was travelling alone, and I talked with myself all through the journey. And the reciprocation of turbulence of thoughts was imprisoned within certain pages. I stopped by at those pages today, while I was tearing them off before putting them on fire. And the pages read :


I sit still, and scenes through my window ‘pass’ by. 
Like projection of memories on walls, 
Glimpses of my existence in them pass by.
The distant horizon moves with me, like the ultimate goal in my life. 
Hills and its ranges, terrain rough and sprawling solitude pass by.
I watch as a viewer, terrains where I had been. 
Scraped pieces of my loneliness, my jobless thoughts in them pass by.
Rivulets in their topsy-turvy curves, 
Meeting and dividing; behold my soul. 
Kinships I had and pain of their losses pass by.

Away from solitude, my eyes snap at commotion,
As the city in energy passes by.
Of all few causes that put us down,
Million reasons to rise and smile pass by.
The obstinacy to laugh, promises to shine pass by.
The shine is in our goal, and the journey is our road to shine.
I still still, and scenes through my window pass by.
I close my eyes slowly,
Dazzles of glistens, sparks of enticement,
Fervor in my goals ‘waltz’ by.



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New Leaflets

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Innocence in stipules,
The novelty in its shade
Pigmented in green
Lustrous in rays from Sun,
Waves in the air
Flimsy and translucent leaflets.
Born from the old stem
Brown and rigid,
Textured with experiences
It gained in a long time.

Leaflets breeze joy,
Pacify the previous pain
Sprinkling the newness in air
Freshening the surrounding
With ambiance of liveliness,
Like notes from sitar
Played in an early morning,
Solacing our mind
Healing the anguish
Descending into our ruptured soul.

Who cares, who plucked the leaf
Who pinned the giant in pain,
New leaflets must come
And breathe in life again.
The nature and its laws
Leaflets acquaint well.
Life has to move on,
With the newness, each new day
And prosper towards future
Till the pigment stays green.