Temperaments are scripted.. Enthusiasm is brought and sold And more than all.. Sportsmanship keeps appearing and disappearing ... Acoording to what end it wanna meet...as it concludes Nobody is saying Leagues are being fixed... Mind it..:D
Are the liquor loaded people dancing in bars are really happy.. Do the people posting about it on their social profiles find any bliss in doing so.. If only otts made us wonder in the streets of amaze like we used to be while reading a novel. The real fun we left behind when we did not mingle with internet. Irony is I am also sharing this thought with help of internet.
Is collecting all size pebbles along my way.. Who knows which one will I embrace more eventually... A home near the seashore or a tree house somewhere in jungle..
A picture of a world that was fair. Where colors of integrity were all over the place... Where the only conflicts were at traffic lights and not for territories. Where the canvas was equally recognised with shades of religion.. I wonder if that picture were not that vague... If only it gets visible on the day of colors with the colors in the air...
Dont we have war in relations. Do we have unanimous decisions on one thing in our family. We know what we got is rare and fortunate. Still we deplete the place we brought up and living in. Because only things we care about are things that directly concern us. And for taking appropriate action we wait for a thing to directly concern us. Otherwise those things are always under the impression of "ignorance is bliss" Indeed we look for shade in desert of shredded trees. I always wondered what if aliens will be hostile to us. Now i wonder if the time comes will human pity other human.
In the late night.. Staring at the infinite sky.. Searching random images in clouds.. Mind finding excuses to stay Not to wander in the aurora of the poles.. In void of this dilemma.. Suddenly smelling the fragerance of moist soil.. As the droplet touches the hand.. Breaking all dilemmas... Bags to be packed Itinerary to be made... The heart wants what it wants...
ऐ दिसम्बर, छिप जा घने कोहरे की चादर में मिलना इसी रास्ते पे फिर से, ऐ गुलिस्तां के इन गलियों में जब गूंजे किस्से मुबारक के होना तू रूखसत संग रात के, आने को फिर संग ओस के..