Monday, August 9, 2010

Some ‘If’s & more ‘Why’s


[This is a blog post to be read only if you’ve got some time to spend for yourself and a mind ready to reflect. No, it’s not expected to focus on the lump of words I’ve piled up but please put a little effort to feel the still notes of melancholy coffined in the depth of the event. Tears, however artistic they look are stinging to our eyes. Listen to your reasons first and then let the fragile heart to ponder but once this crystal takes the baton free it to find its course. Then you won’t have to coexist with those whining ‘why’s and an indolent ‘if’s at every point of your life…]

“Honey, we’ll take two…
One boy and one girl…
Oops isn’t that a fair demand?
OK your wish my command, so one only…
Look Jennifer, then it has to be a cutie beauty doll
And I’ll call her Barbie…
No madam, find a name of your own,
Coz Barbie will be only and only her dad’s copyright….”

Why do seasons roll by…
What for colours do fly…
Why do hearts make a tie…
What for there comes a Bye…

“Don’t cry baby…
I realise, it’s all my fault…
No Robin, you’re not to be answerable-
I should’ve thought about it hundred times more…
May be I leaped like that foolish bird of fables
And that’s how I got myself wounded, take it like that…
I’ve no grievance dear, not even the agony of deception,
But pain… only and only pain of not having you…”

Why do hopes are born and prematurely die…
What for all silly emotions rain down as cry…
Why do all priceless promises turn out to be lie…
What for this silence lives forever with a single sigh…

“When I stand before the mirror today I see nothing but a bundle of black stickers with countless holes. I fear of making new friends… I fear of tarnishing any canvas on my way and that’s why I live inside a crust sculpted by my own inabilities. I don’t know how to tunnel out from this cave of bareness… may be I don’t want to… or, may be till now I don’t know what I ever wanted… God bless you Jennifer wherever you are…”

“Till today, in the middle of a Christmas eve, in the laxity of my professional leave or under the provocation of a momentary grief, whenever I stare at the point blank haze, I fail to transfix few age old puzzles, I fail to drive away those queries which have always played with my sleep… I live with my toxic wind chime Robin… it abandons me when it’s still and with every swing it wails out some more ‘If’s & still more ‘Why’s…”

[There’re thousands of Robin and Jennifer among us… some get attached to pubs… some are liberal enough to give life a second chance… few become too apathetic to live… though their paths differ they share something in common- an irrevocable pain of ever piercing Ifs and Whys… till their very last breath!]


-littleWriter