Poetry

The Star

There was a star that shone
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Fiction, Love and relationships

Unconditional love

She missed him so much it hurt. For her, he was hope, love, happiness and courage. She did not know how they were related and she wanted it to be the same way. It hardly mattered because she loved him and that was enough.

No, they were not dating each other. He was an important part of his life. Maybe he was her best friend, father figure, confidant or all of these. She trusted him. She liked being around him; he was her only shade in a sunny land. He hadn’t been around for ten days and she waited for him to return desperately.

She would often go to meet him. They would laugh and joke. He would know when she felt low. He always asked her to express her feelings. He would always listen. There was something magnetic about his personality- everyone would be dazzled by his aura. But he was different. He would never give in to flattery. He had a knack to know people for what they were. He also knew how much she liked him. He had his own indirect ways of expressing his affection.

Over time, she felt she had developed a special connection with him. Coincidentally, they would bump into each other at some random place. Those were the moments she wouldn’t know how to react. Once he asked her why she looked so happy. She innocently told him that it was because she met him so unexpectedly. He would smile and go ahead on his way. She would then recount the tale to her diary. She wanted nothing from him. As far as he smiled to her and met her frequently, she was the most contented person on the planet.

His opinions and ideas mattered a lot to her. He had made her quite strong and confident. He advised her because he was concerned about her. She too tried to make him proud. He rarely asked her for help; but when he did, she would do anything to help him out. At the end of the day, they knew they were like best friends who can always count upon each other. They teased and taunted each other but could also be serious when it was required. They understood each other well. She couldn’t be at peace when he looked worried, troubled or tired. They cared a lot for one another.

His replies to her texts made her happy. All she wanted was to see his smile once a day. She would feel incomplete on the days they would not meet. She would stalk his Facebook profile or stare at his pictures, in the hope that she’d see him again soon. She was young, at the threshold of her lovely days of youth. She often wrote to him despite knowing that he would never reply. He had a complex persona. She was a waterfall overflowing with love; he was a tap giving only as much water as needed, sometimes less but quenching thirst like no other. She was the sky; he was the full moon that alone mattered on a dark night.

She loved him for what he was and what he did to her- he taught her to survive when she felt there was no sign of life. When she was with him, she knew she needed nobody else. Perhaps she was crazy to waste her time behind someone who was more or less the same to everyone dear to him. At the moment, she didn’t bother. She was happy and the memories she shared with him, infinite.

Feelings from the heart

You have yourself

Dear me,

I know you are undergoing troubled times. There is so much to do that you can barely do anything at all. To add to the mess, your birthday falls during examinations. Could it get any worse?

That is exactly the point. It cannot get any worse. Like Hagrid told Harry, it is not every day that our young woman turns twenty now, is it? The fact remains that you’ll complete twenty years of age in less than two weeks. Nobody can take that from you. You may have nobody keeping in touch from your hometown, but believe me, it does not matter. If they cannot find time to ask if you are okay once in a month, are they really worth bothering for at all? There is no greater tragedy than a life where there is no time for love. Dumbledore rightly professed that “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all those who live without love.”

I know you feel dejected that nobody remembers that your birthday month has begun. I know it is unusual for you as you never forget to wish any close one when her/his birthday month and week begin. But all cannot think like us. What else can you expect from a generation that depends on social media for remembering, wishing and celebrating birthdays? Genuine emotions have no place in a world where technology has spread its tentacles so far and wide.

So, my dear self, I want you to know that it hardly matters whether people remember your birthday month or not. I do. You have yourself and that makes all the difference in the world. Wish you a very happy birthday month! It is going to be very special because special people like you deserve all the special things in the world.

Smile and enjoy the last two official weeks of your teenage. Official, yes- because you are never going to grow up, are you?

Lots of love,

Me

Poems

भगवान, आप सुन रहे हैं?

मैंने कहा- भगवान, आप सुन रहे हैं?
सामने आफ़तों का पहाड़ है
कानों में गूँजती शेर की दहाड़ है
मिलता ना कोई जुगाड़ है
हुआ यह कैसा खिलवाड़ है?
भीषण  संकट है
मार्ग विकट है

भगवान बोले- हाँ, मैं सुन रहा हूँ
तू कदम तो आगे बढ़ा
पर्वत पिघल जाएगा
तू हिम्मत का कवच चढ़ा
शेर डरके भाग जाएगा
कोशिश तो कर, मैं हूँ तेरे साथ
बन जाएगी बात,  बस कर शुरुआत

मैंने कहा- भगवान, आप सुन रहे हैं?
मेरी नाव भटक गई है
मझधार में अटक गई है
मेरी कोई खता नहीं
साहिल का पता नहीं
हूँ मैं लाचार
कैसे होगी नैया पार?

भगवान बोले- हाँ, मैं सुन रहा हूँ
डूबते को तिनके का सहारा होता है
मांझी से दूर कब किनारा होता है?
तू पतवार चला, रफ़्तार बढ़ा
डर का परदा हटा
देख साहिल कितना करीब है
तेरे हाथों में ही तेरा नसीब है

मैंने कहा- भगवान, आप सुन रहे हैं?
नदी ऊफान पर है
नज़रें तूफान पर हैं
मेरा सब कुछ लूट गया
हर सपना टूट गया
अब हो गया सब ख़त्म
कैसे भरूं ये ज़ख़्म?

भगवान बोले- हाँ, मैं सुन रहा हूँ
बारिश का क्या है? रुक जाएगी
आँधी का क्या है? वापस मुड़ जाएगी
सबकुछ खोया है तूने, पर तज़ुर्बा पाया है
हर शिकस्त ने तुझे नया सबक़ सिखाया है
टूटे सपने को जोड़, उम्मीद कभी ना छोड़
राह में आनेवाली हर दीवार को तोड़

मैंने कहा- भगवान, आप सुन रहे हैं?
मुझमें है ताक़त,जुनून और जज़्बा
कर दिखाना है कुछ इस मर्तबा
आसान होगी हर मुश्किल, नामुमकिन होगा मुमकिन
आपने बनाया है हर किसीको  काबिल
आख़िर कब तक रहेंगे बुझदिल?
बिना लड़े किसको होती है जीत हासिल?

Feelings from the heart

Solitary wayfarers

The most pricking realization in the world is that of being alone. It is a terrible feeling and I pray no one suffers the pain of loneliness.

We are all wayfarers, going on our journey but looking for solace under shady trees. We look for it in peers, colleagues, friends, family- we’re looking for a shade everywhere. Life gets tough when our trees are felled. We keep running from one tree to another, only to find that each tree refuses to accommodate us.

We keep consoling ourselves that we have got more trees- if not here, one in a distant land. We’ll reach there soon. But at the end, we realize that everything was futile. There was no tree or stream; it was only a mirage of despair and lost hopes.

We want this phase to end, but it only seems to get longer. We keep walking or limping, the end seeming nowhere close. We can buy everything we want, but we cannot buy shade, the warmth of the sun, the peace of the moon. We cannot buy love.

To all the lonely ones like me, I have no kind words of motivation to provide you today. All I can say is that I am one of you and my path is completely devoid of trees.

Hope to see a tree that welcomes us, soon.

Traveller