Most people live in oblivion… in an enigma of progress and brighter future. Interestingly, men always aspire for the next glorious step but know little about the steps they never had to take. Though they think they have seen it all, most never had to make choices that can leave a scar for the rest of their lives.
For example, in a developing or a third world country, what’s the real reason behind a mother selling her child? Is it the dream that her child would have a better future or is it just the means to live through another month? What really makes life or the prospect of a better future so invaluable? Life, at least for her, would have only brought pain. Probably life doesn’t win over death, it’s hope that wins over death.
These people don’t communicate. Neither do they register in the progressive world, not do they have any future. They are only replaced by the next generation to go through the same suffering.
Author Archives: Arun
Existence
Of course, my love for you was 24 carat gold. No one else could ever love so blindly, so selflessly. And my pranks which irritated you then should have turned into memories to cherish by now. Time has taught me I am infinite and belong to the void. My presence is only that of a passenger in a train whose mode of travel keeps changing forever. So preserve the years I left with you somewhere deep. I’ll know they exist in you.
~ The hopeless romantic’s evergreen soliloquy
Departure
There’s no reason left to stay
But I hold on to my last breath
Stare restless at the lonely way
Trying to impede nearing death.
Though it’s dim and I don’t see too far
I wait to leave as your footsteps near.
Man and superman
Complacence keeps man from becoming superman.
Shelter
Most people live in achievements and aspirations. I live in memories. The rest comes for free; with time I care even lesser.
Primitive
Primitiveness is deeply rooted in human nature. The question is – how low can one reach?
The logical
Often I drive her away with all my reasons and then dive blindfold into the deepest canyons to bring her back.
Thief
मैं तसव्वुर भी जुदाई का भला कैसे करून?
मैंने किस्मत की लकीरों से चुराया है तुझे
How can I even imagine being separated from you?
Now that I have stolen you from the lines of fate.
~ Qateel Shifai (lines from ‘Zindagi Mein To Sabhi’ translated by Arun)
Never-ending
Strangely, the concept of true love has to be a never-ending journey… completeness would only end it.
Once 2 floating dots join to become one the next trajectory is monotonic and uninteresting. Imagine the dots trying to meet but deflecting as soon as they get near… 2 sine curves. That’s harmonic. Harmonics are naturally beautiful.
Soulmates
I hear the evening breeze
Murmuring through the trees
Whispering a story, perhaps…
Untold, unheard, from a time lapse.
Of two birds those flew together
Till one disappeared in a stormy night.
Devastated, another took to the pyre;
God, moved, offered eternal delight.
“Show my love once”, cried its soul
“I will give up heaven, burn in hell”.
The wind stops, an uneasy silence
And a bird gazing up at my terrace.
