You came and you left
You touched and you moved
You inspired and you disappeared
You loved and you vanished
You stirred and you benumbed
You nursed and you faded
You frisked and you dashed
You descended and you departed
Questions unanswered and scattered hopes
Wetted eyes and jaded cores
Busted hearts and pained souls
The door’s open but the mind’s closed
The sun’s gleaming but there’s darkness galore
Children chortle but the heart’s sore
For us
Tomorrows are there no more…
Wonder if the grass was blue and the sky green
The birds could bark and the dogs sing
Do you ever wonder,
Wonder if the eyes could smell and the ears glimpse
The months were 60 and the minutes 12
Do you ever wonder,
Wonder if the blind meant deaf and the deaf blind
The colour black was visible and white too bright
Do you ever wonder,
Wonder if the rains were dry and the winds drenched
The mountains were flat and the planes peaked
Do you ever wonder,
Wonder if melody was abuse and abuse a tinkle
The goons were gods and the saint a devil
Do you ever wonder,
Wonder if smile were a tear and pain a grin
The far was near and the close distant
Do you ever wonder,
Wonder if the toil was sweet and leisure sour
The success was vainly and failure a joy
Do you ever wonder,
Wonder if meaning was vacuous and pointless meaty
The journey was remainder and destination the beginning
Do you ever wonder,
Wonder if life were the end and death the beginning
The gloomy was blissful and joy distressing
Did you ever wonder,
Do you wish to wonder....
Hope’s all I’ve gotAt this point in time
Or any other
In my lifetime
Agree, or disagree
But live it, for sure
Me, you
Or anyone on the road
The flower will droop
And wilt for sure
The night will be have no end
And day won’t be there anymore
The wretched will have no respite
And will find his end soon
The day hope
Flies out of the door
It’s all so uncertain
It’s all so unplanned
That to fret on it is
Waste of time
What you get
And what you want
Is not a matter of luck
instead god defined..
One day you giggle
the next moment you cry
one second you dream
in a flash it dies..
You strive, you struggle
You sweat, you toil
You resist, you fight
Just ask, why?
Question yourself
And then no one
Just set off
And let him decide
All around, everywhere
Till as far as you can comprehend
Is a world crammed with them
It’s all tainted
Soiled and stained
Pseudo culture seems to be
The only thing that prevails
False people, false look
Phony deeds and fake attitudes
With everyone everywhere
Falling as its prey
How do and how much should I bear
Where can I find an end to it?
Will there ever be one of it
Or will it be there
Tired, sleepy, dazed, well, what else by the end of a working day. That too when the timings stretch beyond the normal. So, the next best thing that one can possibly think of doing on his way home, which in itself is a big task, ask people living in metro - is to indolently slip down their cab seat and snooze off.
So, that’s what I’ve been practising for all these years of my journeying.
But recently I noticed a digression, a new trend so to say – maybe a side effect of our metro lifestyle – Junta has lost it. And that too completely. I mean sense refuses to prevail anymore. And there is absolutely no lament, shame or pain associated with this loss. Actually even I find it astoundingly refreshing and revitalizing. Yes, this complete baloney existence of self.
For a change you are not pretending, not proving, not badgering. You are simply revelling.
Thus, what you see on roads is a gala of this newly-found fatuous existence. Mindless drivers on road, mesh of vehicles, pedestrians turning blind to footpaths, animals grazing on roads, herders taking to roads, stand-still traffic signals, ineffectual traffic police …everyone seems to be feting around.
Isn’t this a much-deserved diversion? Who cares if you don’t want to join in. If not today, you’ll be there tomorrow, indisputably.
