Wearied by the vagaries of it all,
In constant wait of the impending doom
Lurking behind each culmination,
Like sadness on reaching the last page of a novel.
It waxes and wanes,
Never too sure to name it Love,
Never too strong to name it Hate.
With a tamed down curiosity
I proceed wearing my own flag of Humanity
Along with a sharpened brand of cynicism.
So, if you find me losing to make you win,
Don’t spare a moment in blithe consolation,
Know that I’m not here to win hearts…
He requested me to chuck the perennial melancholy aside and write something different. A departure from the characteristic cynicism.
I wonder why people are so opinionated these days. People, increasingly lacking in empathy, quick to judge, sneer and act as a critic. Who and what made us one only god knows.
It reminds me of Gulzar Saab’s lines:
“Aao hum sab pehenle aaine
Saare dekhenge apna hi chehra
Sabko saarein haseen lagenge yahan.“
Let us all wear mirrors, everybody will see only their own face. And all will thus appear beautiful here.
From my go to raconteur, I heard the story of two strangers who met each other at a hotel lobby, in for the same seminar as luck would have it. I’m purposely being terse here; each thought they fell in love and confessed to one another before dawn broke in. I didn’t know conversations, of certain types perhaps, could be so profound, important and intimate to elicit whatever combination of feelings and hormones are required for two people to call it LOVE. It sure couldn’t have been an epiphany.
However, they decided to part as destined, although both content in having found Love once in their lifetime. What happened next is better left to one’s imagination.
They both fought hard not to reveal their growing love for another. Reveal that Achilles’ heel. I got confused, which battle was more consuming – the one that made them give in to love or the one that made them decide to cut the red string and give it up for life.
The story would make me ponder for a long time I know. My question however would remain the same, does one really give up on the person they love? Without a fight or a claim? Let them fade in oblivion?
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Don’t meet me on the same road
In the same cafe
Traveling by the same metro
Don’t hum that song ever
The one you sang before some exam
No one else’s ears can identify the language
The way it tug those weird strings
Never again book those seats
In the theatre I call my second home
Dare try and talk to my friends
Just beat it and vanish.