Coz I’m not Everyone

An enchant line amid triumph and the reverse

Touches the life; the hopeful minds

It sails thru my heart…

Placid n sanguine

 

When hope turns in to pyre

And life ends up

Things get scattered…

The man became past…within a flash

 

Life is terminative

Neither it can be reversible

A virtuous effort…a heartfelt prayer

All goes vandalise and welsh

 

A gregarious riposte is awaited

Might be an amusing trail

Everyone says…it won’t be possible

Except a few leftover…handful of sand n dust

 

Let’s see…linger and watch

Let’s revel the present

And grasp the dynamism of life

Coz I’m not ‘everyone’

 

 

P.S: Today I had been to Nariman point after a long time…this place has something enchantment amid; truly an inevitable part of a mumbaikar’s life…the Arabian Sea smiles at the ‘pseudo’ enormity of the skyscrapers, the populace, well… not at everyone!   

 

 

Conjunction

It was around 11 at night…end of another frenetic day at office.

Ruchir was moving to the parking area to catch a cab. It’s festive time…‘Ganapati utsav is going to start from day after tomorrow; as expected: too much of traffic on the road. It will take another 1.5 - 2 hours to reach home’… he thought. 

‘Twik twik’… a sms might be. Wherever you go, these calls and smses won’t leave you alone. He checked that and all of a sudden looked edgy. ‘Let me give a call now’ and dialed her number.

Ruchir : Hey…hi. Are you ok? How did it happen? Is it still paining??

Ishita : Hi…I’m absolutely fine. How’s you and what pain? I guess it’s you who had a backache and mild fever…not me right? So how are you feeling now?

R: That’s ok. Park it aside, are you sure that u are all right? 

I: Nothing has happened baba. I am absolutely fine. You take care. Goodnight.

R: Goodnight and take care.

He ended this call with a puzzling note. Was there anything wrong? He rechecked the message…oh! Goof… that sms said : ‘I’d a big spread. Thanks to Anjali. She is with me..gn’

And he read “Sprain” instead of “Spread” :P

P.S : Had read somewhere…“Memories are nice, but that’s all they are!”…

Me v/s I

To tolerate everything…

that’s the prudence of ‘I’

But ‘Me’ always interfere...

as a rebellion & diminishes the shy

Dreams are to be fulfilled…

somewhat the eternal craving of ‘I’

Again & again ‘Me’ collides; 

obstructs the corridor & leaves alone to cry

Life should be peaceful…

that’s what wished by ‘I’

Not again; it’s the same ‘Me’…

who brings the storm & says ‘Oh! Hi’

Heart searches for a lucid heart…

of course this desire conceived by ‘I’

Now the stupid ‘Me’ murmurs in the ear ’yeah…

u go for the charismatic with a dazzle in the eye

Tell me who will solve the dilemma...

who is the better one amid ‘Me; & ‘I’

Who will be crafted along with a saga 

& who will be amalgamated within a lie…