The blueprint!: Ellipsis...

The blueprint!: Ellipsis...: So what makes me come back to writing? What makes anybody write? Conversations? Shareable incidents? accomplishments? or loss? I resort to ...

Ellipsis...

So what makes me come back to writing? What makes anybody write? Conversations? Shareable incidents? accomplishments? or loss? I resort to writing when there is much to talk, convey and discuss and I find no mortal to become a good listener. 

My school teacher once told me that all we say and think, those words, float in the environment. Well, that was one of the ways she taught us to speak only good in life because whatever you say comes back to you someday - was the philosophy we were brought up on. And it has been my fantasy since then to device a gadget one day that enables me to see all those floating words around the world. I want to know it all - what people are saying, thinking and writing about. Weird! But this was interesting to know more about myself. I'm my favourite subject for further studies because there is only one subject we all miss out on while judging other people in life - US!

The more I want to know about others, I more I discover about myself. Well, this becomes an easy job now; while studying others, I master on myself.

Nothing in this world is as free as your own mind. It has a world of its own, it's own desires and it's own decisions. My mind is like an ellipsis... it does not have an end. 

My mind is free of societal norms, peer pressures, responsibilities and cliches. It retaliates and dominates like a mad man, romances like fire, hates like an evil, feel sensual like a 16-year-old and dotes like a mother. This is what balances my life and gives me the freedom to be me....

Itna nakaam kyun tera wo sparsh tha,
jo pyar ki chahat ko mita gaya,
kya wo dil soz waqt ka kahar tha,
jot ere labon pe apne shabd chhod gaya.

Jin saanson mein jeene ki wajah dhoondi thi maine,
un saanson ko hi ruswa kar diya,
kya wo mera hi kasoor tha
ki tune sirf meri baahon ko hi tabajjo diya.

Muddaton se jis pal ka tha intezaar, wo aa ke bhi daga de gaya,
ab karoon bharosa kispe is jahaan mein, jab dhokha apna hi mukkadar ban gaya.

Jab soch ke lihaaz mein shabd kam pad jayein,
Jab kaanpte hoton ki awaaz mein hum behek jaayein,
kya wo aayega meri bahoon ko apnaane,
kya koi aayega…mere sapno ko hakeekat mein dhaalne…

Kyun hardum ek anjaam ka hi intezaar hai mujhe,
Kyun uski hi jhalak ka tassavur hai humein,
Kya koi humari bhi ibaadat karta hoga kahin,
Pyar ke intezaar ka ilzaam hum dete hain tumhein…

Love struck!

When happiness cracks in,
Rains pour in, Sun shines,
And the moon glitters,
Nature sings a child’s play,
Smiles spread across miles,
Daisies bloom bright that day.

Is that the time when you are praying for me,
Is that the time when love embrace,
Is that when the flowers dance,
The time when dove’s have a chance?

But what, when sadness prevails,
The time when loneliness hails,
I closed my eyes to see what you do then,
bending on knees, with closed eyes,
You were saying your prayers yet then.

I understood then, what love means,
whether your love is grim or serene,
All you pray is being with him,
So that he has a protecting sheen.