Sipher

An almost dried-up pond, wait patiently in the corner of the forest. A scorching sun, dried leaves, a heavy wind; All weathering it down bit by bit. Before its patience ran out, the wild do turn up tired and thirsty. The wild sniffs, get relaxed and dranks from the pond. When it dranks, the pond for a moment, finds the wild looking at it, in its eyes. The pond feels the acknowledgment in the eyes of the wild. But in the second moment, the pond realizes, the wild could not see it. The wild saw its own reflection in the pond. The wild quenched its thirst, return back connected to its own soul. The pond stays back, holding that half a moment of acknowledgment.

  Maybe this time I have gone too far. As of now, I don’t believe in small cuts anymore. ... In a single blow, want to cut out your heart, which has any kind of feelings for me. ... Want to tear down all the walls along with its cobwebs Want to devoid any politeness in your voice Want to remove distractions projected by your words Want to unhide pain in your eyes ... Once you shred all that, I want you to cut the heart out of me, which has no feelings for you. ... Maybe this time I want to go far enough, to the point of no return.

It was a sudden, unresolved ending to our series of meetings. Just like our marriage. “Where we will sit & discuss?” On the first day, standing on a footpath opposite her apartment, my overwhelmed mind got distracted by such trivial concern. It was our third meeting in three days. Unlike the first two da y s, people around me don’t bother me much now. This time, she was on time. Seems by now, she comfortable sharing that footpath with me, while we trying to untangle ourselves from this mess. But by now, there were more questions, than what I came with. “So, what's now?” I abruptly asked, hoping those hundreds of questions which shooting pain in my head, will vanish away. And unexpectedly, it did. She took a moment and replied, “I don’t know, I need time..” Now, all my questions at that moment become irrelevant; just like me in her life. We hardly spent more than an hour standing there, yet we both were exhausted. It would have been a hectic day in the office for her, just like ...

मृत्यु जीवन के मैं बीच, सोच रहा किसका पक्ष लू ? मृत्यु को सोच मुझे यह लगता, रहूँगा सुखी रहूँगा हँसता ! चिंता से मुक्त डर से दूर, शांत रहेगी मेरी मन-छाया !! पर फिर मुझे जीवन याद दिलाती, जीवन आशा, नही निराशा बतलाती ! मनुष्य होने का गर्व मुझे सिखलाती, पग-पग पर मेरा जोश बढ़ाती !! -- poem by 18 year old me