Reflections

She stared at the person in the mirror

The person just blinked back at her,

Who was she, was she really a part of her existence??

How easily did she change to the demands of the society?

Transformed from one form to another, so much so, that she lost track of herself,

She didn’t find “happiness” anymore!!

Her laughter was hollow,

As though, it was forced upon her.

Her existence was so much of a routine

She never bothered to look beyond it

Was there something beyond her world?

She never knewShe never gave it a thought

She was being swept along with the world

Just another human soul,

Existing for the sake of existence

It did not bother her

Cause she never felt it

Her emotions were hollow

And so was she

She had become such

Leading a normal life yet hollow from within

Tu jab muskurayee........

Tu jab muskuraye bahaar aaye...
Teri muskan se mujhko karaar aaye,

Phulon me khubsoorati bahut hai lekin,
Wo bhi jalte hain tujhse jab tu muskuraye...

Neemi aankhon se lekar labon tak tere,
Khil khilke jab ye hasin muskan aaye...

Zarra zarra mera chehak jaye 
Aur aankhonse mere pyaar aaye...

Chand tare bhi tujhse hi panaah payen,
Tu jo muskuraye, tu jab muskuraye.......

Paradise

Sarkundi Pass

Snowmelt’s going to be washed to the oceans someday anyway, so give my ashes to a fresh snowfall laid at the feet of mountains,

give them to the arms of pinewoods,the immense worlds tucked in a print of a caribou.

Give them, my love, to the vast stillness, the flakes dancing to the leaps and whims of snowstorms,trembling on the ribbed ripples of tranquil lakes

and when the universe finally remakesthem, may they again take a woman’s form.

May I be reborn around these mountains, close to these spring-touched fields, these winter-bright slopes;

and one day quite by chance walking these snowsmay we meet again where the conifer grows as stars pin clouds in place with their sapphire drops.

May I be born here on the ridge of a mountain,come face to face with you, and fall in love again.

Fisherman's Arrival

 The waves crash in on the shore

and go back to meet out the sea 

patches of blue and brown waters

fills the horizon with peace

A little boat goes by

Its massive sail alive in the wind

the fishermen arrive with conches

Whistling the sounds of the ocean

The waters almost a shade of fire now

waves like bright dancing flames

the beach looks vibrant with life

and songs of the old merry folk

A little girl awaits on the shore

A sweet reunion between father and child

A moment so picturesque,yet hard to define Tis indeed a day of bliss! ~Maitreyee

One last time..

 It was past midnight when the cellphone beeped. For a moment she thought it was her alarm going off and woke up with a start. She checked her phone and realised  it Jay who had messaged her. "Strange! This late in the night on a  weekday? Must have been partying!" she thought. The text read,
              "I m on your terrace. Come up fast."
         Was she dreaming? Should she pinch herself and confirm like they show in the movies? Jay coming up on her terrace to meet her like some bollywood romantic film hero was sooo out of question! But then he never texted her late in the night ever. Was this some prank? Just as she was about to call him and ask him what the matter was, her screen flashed " Incoming call- Jay".
         "Riya you will freeze me in this cold yaar. Come soon."
          Okay  now she was all excited. She snapped the phone shut. Quickly combed her hair and hurriedly applied lip balm. She pulled on a shrug and checked herself in the mirror. Maybe this was going to be one the most romantic days of her life!
          She tiptoed out of her room and sneaked to the terrace of their house.
          Jay stood there smiling at her. So this really was a surprise and not a prank!
         
           He was wearing the red tshirt which she had gifted him. He didn't wear that often because he thought it looked too bright. They had argued on it so many times. She loved the colour on him but he couldn't see that. His gaze was fixed on her as she slowly walked towards him. There was something special about him today. Like the way he was looking at her as if devouring each moment. The way his face shone in the moonlight. It was pitch dark except for the lone lamp (which stood the damage from cricket balls) on the terrace. As she stood close to him, so many questions in her mind, he slightly stroked her hair.
           "Jay what has happened to you?" she asked when she noticed he hadn't once spoken.
           "Just watching you." he smiled shyly.
           "So what's the occasion?" she raised her eyebrow.
            He traced her brow with his finger.
            " I always wondered how you raise only one of your eyebrow."
            They both giggled.
           He walked her towards the swing on the terrace and gently sat her down. He sat  besides her silently.
         "You always wanted me to be romantic right? Sorry I wasn't the kind you wanted." He said
         "Jay I never meant it like that. Ofcourse I would have liked if you did something special once in a while but you don't have to be sorry. Its not a prime requirement." She replied wondering where this conversation was heading. Was he upset ? Was he going to leave her over that ?
          "You could have always found someone who could do that for you. But you stood by me. Through the years we were together. I should have tried to meet your expectations. I didn't."
          " Jay please don't start this.."
          "Shh.. I will make it upto you today.. For all that I didn't say.."
          " I m bad at expressing myself. I always was. I never told you how much I liked it when you always took efforts to make all the occasions special. I like the way you get excited about every little thing. The way you remember all important days for me. The way you pray for me. I like that I can always count on you to wait for me. The way you melt away with just a few smileys that I send you. I like the way you always click loads of pictures and store random things just for the sake of memories. I like the way you are are beaming with happiness right now."
           Oh my God! Was this Jay who was telling all this? She hugged him. She was teary eyed. How silly her tears were. Flowing away after hearing all that she had waited to hear from him.
           "Riya you are beautiful and I m lucky to have found you. Don't ever doubt that okay?"
            He then sat on his knees and rested his head on her lap. She gently stroked his hair.
           "Riya you should paint more often. I know you are studying something else but this is were your passion is. Let yourself free with your hobby. It makes you happy and don't lose it for anything. Don't worry about what others think of you. You are awesome the way you are. Don't fret too much about how others will react to your decisions. Promise me you will never compromise on your choices."
            " I promise. Jay its as if you are giving me a goodbye speech. Its freaking me."
            " Riya, you remember you liked a book in hobby ideas showroom? The one which had pictures of couples in every stage of life? Well I wanted to make something like that for you and I think I succeeded to an extent. Its not as good but here it is." He handed her a crimson red album.
             What could she ask for more? Her joy knew no bounds when she saw the collection. So many photographs of them together with quotes on each. Most of them were clicked by her but there were some which she hadn't seen! OMG Jay had clicked them without her knowing it. It was the best gift of her life from Jay.
            "Remember Riya the day when you asked me what I would do if you were dead? I told you I would cry some days and then move on. You were so pissed that day. Riya truly that was what I would do. I m telling you that what you should do when I m no more there with you. Move on to better things. Better people and better opportunities. Cry for the person and smile for the memories and then leave it behind to make new ones."
            "Jay I wouldn't.. I can't.." she was stung by his words.
            "You have to.." He looked straight into her eyes. He stood up and kissed her forehead.
            She closed her eyes and when she opened it she was alone. On a swing that was gently rocking.
                                             

          Seconds later she got a call. She knew this was meant to be a prank!! Jay is sooo going to pay for this.
         It was "Incoming call Jay."
         "Jay where the hell are you?"
         "Riya, Varun here. Jay was in an accident on his way home."
         "What? Where is he?" Riya was shrieking.
         "He is no more. He passed away few seconds back."
         "Hello Riya, are you there???"

         She frantically checked her phone records. She hadn't deleted anything. Yet there was no record of Jay calling her at midnight and neither the text message.

The Heartache!

Where was my fault?

I genuinely do not know...

Thus starts the contemplation,

When the genius brain commences thinking from its right side..

Right side..mind you.. the emotional one..

The requirements..as they were called..I knew perfectly well..

Knowing that I was the most capable one..over qualified even.

Knowing that I was the most capable one..over qualified even.

Then started the real downfall.. It was a hasty compromise.

Someone close, a brother was chosen, albeit as an option...

And I was shown a cold shoulder..

I thought.."Will I be able to handle this with the strength of a boulder?"

The world came crushing down upon me...

When the stark realities were revealed very plainly.

Acquiescence was extremely difficult... but that was regrettably the only option available.

And thrown, I was, into an unending abyss...

I lingered around, in the dark, for a while...

Asked my brothers for help and advice.

Help they did, advised me a lot...

"Cut the threads, end it brazenly" was said

Comfort and solace was granted....

Why not? I confronted one day, heartbroken.

"Unthinkable you are" 

"Unimaginable you are""Confused I am, for my decisions are never correct.."

"Don't want to think about this anymore" were the answers which were received...

"Does she deserve you and your love?"

Friends and Family kept saying that..

Calling her names for what she had done..

I kept silent, because deep down I knew,

I still loved her and I wasn't buying that crap..

Then came unthinkable blows,

The chosen was discarded, deserted..

Both the brothers were comfortless, abandoned and desolate.

With the other's help each brother coped..

Perplexed befuddled were both, godforsaken..

Time went by...

Prejudiced was the verdict.. a revelation, sickening

Just when I found myself recovering;

Was I thrown into the dark again..

Still comprehending..

Still contemplating...

Still calculating..

Was I really suitable? Appropriate? I know not..

Because just then the brain switches over to that logical Left..

The computer beeps.. I realize..I've been thinking for a few milliseconds..

And once again, a mind starts to work.. trained for logic;

And the Right again is suppressed and it keeps screaming...

The brothers come to a conclusion..

“We are made for something far far more greater

Than such useless discombobulation..”

Ek Raaz Hum Sabse chupane Lage Hain....*version 1*

Ab tanhaiyon me muskurane lagen hain,

Ek raaz hum sabse chupane lage hain....

Ankhon me sapne sajane lage hain....

Palkon par haya ko basane lage hain...

Haathon me mehendi lagane lage hain,

Baalon me Gajra sajane lage hain....

Ek raaz hum sabse chupane lage hain....

naino me tumko basane lage hain.....

Galiyon me abto gungunane lage hain,

Geet khudke banane lage hain......

Sirf raaton me nahi din ke ujale me bhi,

Sapne tumhare aane lage hain....

Ek raaz hum sabse chupane lage hain......!