Granted

I had yearned someday
Away from crowd
The noise, blasting horns

Away from the sweltering heat
The makeshift hell
The stillness hanging in the air

I had yearned a starry night
An open air
Company

And here I land
In a cold vale
Pouring, cleansing me!

Search for Dreams

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Recently I was at Hazrat Nizammuddin Dargah out of sheer curiosity. And as I sat down, I observed people. There was no religious constrain anywhere. All kinds of people made up the crowd. Some praying, some kneeling, some listening to the qawwals. 

Some time later, I felt like why would anyone follow all these rituals? Tell a stranger all their problems and expect them to provide solutions or even better, solve it out for them? Why would someone kneel at a grave, and pray? What was it that was pushing all these people to such doors to attain fulfillment?

Why did these people not work towards their goals? Why did these people not take their affairs in hand and sorted everything out? Why did they give ultimate strangers the power to change the path their life was headed onto?

It also seemed like an act of cowardice. Escapism. Non-seriousness. It was like finding the easy way out. Pray to someone. Tie a thread. And hope the prayers are answered. Like yearning for a harvest and waiting for rains to irrigate the land. Would the chances of harvest not improve if efforts were made to irrigate? Would the dreams not be met? Why was action missing?

But, on the other hand, maybe they had put in so much effort, so much of themselves in attaining the dream that they could do no more? Maybe they were too tired to walk further. Maybe they had worked themselves to the extend that they could only hope for a miracle? Maybe they had tried everything else and this was the last option?

Or they might be so crazy, so adamant to attain the dreams that they did not want to run a risk. They did not want to leave any stone un-turned that could take them to their dreams. However irrational the path seemed. Maybe for them that something meant more than anything else. And the absurdity of path was of least concern to them!

Oh! The possibilities. Of Reasons and Judgements.

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Else’s Beloved

It was easy calling one special.
A few words of appreciation.
Introduction.

It was easy to get through.
A naive heart.
Attachments

They all said love empowers.
How you yearn the beloved. Happy.
Distance never matters.

Did they not ask a yearning heart.
The pain, trauma.
Watching beloved associated with another.

The smiles they would share.
A life time together.
Why didn’t someone mention the pain?

The dull ache when you see beloved with someone else?
Happy. Oblivious to your pain?
Why?

 

Hypocrisy

Someone, somewhere, someday said,
“Treat people the way
you want to be treated as”

I wanted to be cared for,
affection, relation
Love!

I reciprocated the same
Giving away care and love
giving smiles away

Unlike the expectations
I got alligations
fingers pointing at me.

Called attention-seeking
and fake;
Someone to be condemned
To be steered away from

Somehow I let an allegation through
like a bullet shattered glass
blood, pain, tears; a mess

Now, I seek a mask
I seek Me!