Filling The Voids

Burning in flames, Without any fire, As on a pyre. Dead cold as snowball, That does not thaw, As in a morgue. Ruptured, bruised and, Dull it looked; The broken chord, Made the music mute. A deep cut, Without any blood; No oozing out; It was all kept, Under a shroud. The scathing pain, Was unbearable again; This time, It was the soul, That was maimed.

The blankness in looks, The bareness in nooks, The meaninglessness in actions, The worthlessness in reactions, The futility of worrying, The triviality of hurrying. The darkness of the abyss, Engulfing us admist; The largeness of the void, That we try to avoid. The vacuousness of life, Comes striking at times; Savaging with a blow; Raising questions, Answers to which I do not know.

एक ख्वाहिश है फिर से जगी , एक कसक है फिर से उठी , एक आरज़ू है फिर से पली, एक तमन्ना है फिर से उभरी … ज़िन्दगी को खुल कर जीने की , मंज़िलों पर फतह पाकर नयी मंज़िलों की ओर बढ़ जाने की , ख़ुद को ज़ाहिर कर पाने की , एक अलग पहचान बनाने की … खुशियों के पैग़ाम बाँटकर ज़िंदगियाँ सँवारने की , ग़मों की चादर छीनकर हँसी की फुहार चलाने की , अनजानी आँखों से आँसू चुराकर ख़ुद उस सैलाब में बह जाने की .... दीये की जलती हुई लौ बनकर अँधेरों को उजियारों में बदलने की , फूलों की तरह खिलकर खुशबू हर तरफ महकाने की … एक ख्वाहिश है जगी , एक कसक है उठी  …

It keeps moving, Round and round; Gathering the dust, On the ground. Sprinting across the milestones, Or dawdling leisurely in the woods; Striving to climb rocky heights, Or sliding gently down the inclines. Walks, runs, trots, On surfaces rough and smooth; Bumpy rides on patchy roads, Takes it all and comes through. Keeps moving inch by inch; Until one day, When it breaks its spine, Wears down and Crumbles flat on the line; No longer able to breathe in, The invigorating air That keeps it going. And thus collapses, The once bouncy, Wheel of life.

She was walking, On the beach. Letting the soft sand, Touch her feet. Amused by the beauty Of nature; The bond shared Between Land and water. Unaware of others around, She kept walking; Marking her own trail, On the ground. Leaving footprints, On the sand; Just Creating memories, Without any stamp. Then roared the waves; Erased All that was engraved, Taking the sand away. She felt sad; Losing the Collection of memories, As that was all That she had. Sat brooding For a while; Just when a thought struck, And she stood upright. Only to start walking again, Let the wave play its game; She was getting ready, To create another memory lane.