Wonder-lust

I wonder! 

That when I randomly cross someone walking down the street, they look back at me and hope for me to look back. 

That when I smile at a stranger, they remember later in the day and smile for no reason. 

I wonder! 

That when I strike a candid conversation with someone, they later tell their friends that what a great person I am to talk to. 

That if I ever randomly get noticed. And if I am later remembered. 

I wonder! 

That when there is a friendship budding somewhere, they feel good about it. Look forward to talk to me. May be blush a little. 

That when I am blabbering about anything and everything under the sun, they notice my silly, small habbits. The way I get shy away to look into their eyes. Or get anxious when they try to compliment me. 

I wonder! 

That if they get a feeling of void when I am not around. Wanting me to be there. By their side. 

That when they are in a middle of a task or a conversation, something reminds them of me and they wish for me to be there. 

I wonder! 

That if a thought of me can get someone butterflies in their stomach. Or probably just a small smile on their face. 

That if they have some memory of me, And if they play that memory on repeat in their head. Over and over again. 

I wonder!

That if they skip a beat or get jitters before talking to me. 

That if they plan and practice for the conversation they want to have with me. 

I wonder! 

That if they think that I am the best kiss they have ever had. The most romantic one, probably. 

That they wait for the moment we sink into each other. And when we do, they pray for the moment to never end. 

I wonder! 

That if they think of letting go their high walls when with me. Or peep into mine. 

That if they feel comfortable in my arms. If they want to be held forever. Or have the courage to hold me. 

I wonder! 

But we all do. Don’t we? 

Probably this is all that we wonder about. Lust over! 

And that’s my Wonder-Lust!

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My Open Letter To Mumbai!

Ye Shehar kabhi sota Nahi, par ise Jagne ki zarurat h

Bechaini Bhari ankhain ko, duniya ko tatolti, Shanti ki zarurat h

Paani ki Tarah behti jaa Rae h iski zindagi, ise sehjata ki zarurat h

Ye shehar kabhi sota ni, par ise jagne ki zarurat h

Mana chalti ka naam h Gaadi, par gaadi ko thamne ki zarurat h

Na apno k lye na apne lye waqt h iske pas, ise Lamho ko Rokne ki zarurat h

Manzil bhi khoobsurat h iski, raah bhi, par usse raste ko bhi takkne ki zarurat h

Ye shehar kabhi sota Nahi, par ise jagne ki zarurat h

Sab log koh gye h iski Chamak Dhamak mai, par ise khud ko andhere mai dhundne ki zarurat h

Apni parchayi se bhi darte h yahan log, ise apne zameer ko tatolne ki zarurat h

Bhagde todte is shehar k logon ko, Kuchh pal k lye rukne ki zarurat h

Ye shehar kabhi sota Nahi, par is jagne ki zarurat h

The song of Dawn

Let’s meet at the break of dawn!
When the day and night romance as I wish we did! When the world is asleep but we can be awake, gazing at each other!

Let’s meet at the break of dawn! When the moon’s love for sun is as pure as mine for you! When the darkness welcomes light with open arms as I wish you do!

Let’s meet at the break of dawn! When I could just be me, as the sky does. And touch you as the mountains touch the sky! When there could exist a world, where you can love me as I love you!

Let’s meet at the break of dawn

Love story of a Mountain!

I have always found mountains very enduring. High they stand, bold and tough. Seems that nothing can move them, nothing can make them smile or break them up. The tough, hard mountains.

But then they make love with the nature. They kiss the sky, embed the flora and fauna within themselves, touch the winds smoothly and smile. The beautiful love story begins and all we can do is smile at them until the moment when the same nature hits them hard. The sky starts to roar, the winds change the direction and love changes to a war. The nature brutally betrays the mountains.

And this is when the mountains breaks down. Hurt and saddened, they loose their themselves to the betrayal of nature and can’t hold it in anymore and they break down into pieces to never get back together. The beautiful love story of the hard tough mountain ends with tears!

 

You see what love can do? And you asked that person why he/she couldn’t fall in love?

The Lost Dreams

Yet again, he woke up with empty eyes and an a sobbing, empty heart.

The sun was pouring gold over the roads. The birds, chirping melodiously than ever. The wind was whispering a sweet new message into ears. it was rare morning in the concrete jungle of
Delhi.  But, he woke up with empty eyes.

“Haven’t you over-slept? You will be late for work” a sweet voice called Aniket while he was still in bed. It was Sonia’s voice, Aniket’s loving, caring, newly-wed  wife.

Aniket and Sonia had a sweet, traditional Punjabi wedding after an year of courtship. Obviously it was an arrange marriage. They met only once, at Sonia’s place, back in their home town Ludhiana. Aniket had heard a lot about how Sonia was a smart, educated girl with big and beautiful eyes. He was very excited to meet her. He wore his favourite blue shirt.

As Sonia entered the room, holding a tray with a lot of coffee mugs, Aniket could not resist to look right into her eyes to find that she actually had gorgeous eyes. Sonia wore a blue dress too. Aniket’s cousin, Akhil, notices the similarity in no time and everybody was excited and happy about the co-incidence. Daadi thought it was god’s message to tell us that this is to work.

Soon after the marriage, Aniket and Sonia moved to Delhi to join their respective jobs. Aniket never wanted to leave his home-town as a child. He was very attached to his family and friends. But as he grew older, he chose to move out of the city for higher studies and there was no returning back ever.

Aniket dragged himself out of the bed. He forced open his eyes and begin to get ready to start the usual journey of the day. As he sat on the breakfast table, Sonia noticed the glumness on her husband’s face.

“You know what, even I did not have any dream last night. I think I was too tired. I slept as soon as I hit the bed. You work too hard. We should take a break.” Sonia said all of that in one go.

Aniket looked at her and smiled.

“My dreams are lost.” Aniket said.

“They will find their way back.” Sonia replied with a smile.

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Aniket has been very depressed for a few years now. He doesn’t have dreams while sleeping like he used to have when he was a child. Every night he sleeps with a hope to visit the world of dreams and just steal one for himself to keep. But his dreams are lost.

As a child, Aniket used to have dreams every night. He had dreams about flying, dreams about fighting the demons, dreams about finding a hidden treasure, dreams about making his mother smile and laugh, dreams about leaving in the peaceful town, away from the devilish crowd of big cities, dreams about travelling the world with a cute little girl he had a crush on back then. He could not remember all the dreams the next morning. But whatever little memory he had, he tried his best to live that dream.

He remembers to get a leg fractured as he jumped from a tree trying to fly and was extremely proud of it as he became a hero for his friends. And once he had run away from school and did not came back until late evening to find the demons that had ate his share of Rajma Chawal. His cousins never fought him over food ever again.

But now, there were none. He had no dreams. He had nothing to accomplish each morning.

Today, he decided to bunk office as he was too depressed to work. He bought a cup of coffee to go from the coffee shop and found a peaceful corner in the park which was next to his office building. It was all green and beautiful around him but he was not able to appreciate the nature. All he could think of was a more beautiful place he saw in his dreams as a kid.

Suddenly a boy came and sat next to Aniket. He was in his early teens, wearing the dull school dress and carrying a huge bag that was weighing him down. Aniket knew that he had bunked his school.

“Did you bunk your school?” Aniket asked the boy.

“Do you know my father? Don’t tell him please. you can have my lunch” the said with scary voice as he furiously took out his lunch from his bag.

“No. No. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anybody. But you should not do that. It is risky.”

“You must take risks in life.” the boy said, in a very dramatic voice. It made Aniket laughed.

“But why are you here?”Aniket enquired.

“I am finding the monster I saw in my dream last night. It is this big(stretching both his hands wide), he is red and blue and has a big head.” boy said.

Aniket suddenly had all his childhood flash in front of him.

“Why are you finding him?” Aniket asked the little boy.

“I want to kill him. He is evil. Why do you ask so many questions?” the boy said.

“I have killed a lot of devils like this when I was a kid. I used to be so happy after doing it.” Aniket said.

The boy laughed and said “It doesn’t make me happy. I have to be out in the burning sun all day while my friends study. I want to study and get a job in that building.” Pointing at the building Aniket’s office was in. “I only do it because it makes me a hero in front of my friends. And I like that.”

The words struck Aniket’s mind as an arrow. He had tears rolling down his eyes. He was unable to think about anything but those words.
He realized that all his dreams were a way to satisfy his ego and he never really thought about the dreams he saw with open eyes.

He was unable to stop crying. He hugged the boy hard.
“You should use a better perfume. You have an unpleasant body odor. I will suggest Chanel.” The boy said in his own dramatic way.

Aniket smiled and left the place. As he stepped out of the park, he took out his mobile and called Sonia.

“Hello Aniket? Are you fine”, Sonia’s voice from the other end of the phone sounded shaky and worried as Aniket never called Sonia while at work.

“I think I found my dreams back. Can we go on a lunch date?”