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those used to be sweet days.

raine’s home. his mom and his family.

evenings when she would throw house open for guests and her in-law family.

memories are there with me,

the well bathed green veranda,nice smells in air and

बुड्ढा घर पे है..

i mean,i hate to admit i least cared for parties but my friends in the damn good comedy show, i worshipped heartily.

 

i do not want return to my memories but the Umar Shareef plays became an integral part of me.

 

 

हाँ हाँ बुड्ढा घर पे है

 

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i am a woman

more, i am lush.

more,i am plush.

the rich contours of my intellect,

are richer with my grace and audacity to carry it all.

my heart,soul.

my marks.

on the sandstorms.

मैं नहीं जानती , किस तरह पढोगे।
लिख कर आगे बढ़ जाऊँगी।
तुम समय के आंकलन को समेटना,
मैं , समय से – उसके एक छोर से आगे निकल जाऊँगी।

more, i am lush.

more,i am plush.

the rich contours of my intellect,

are richer with my grace and audacity to carry it all.

my heart,soul.

my marks.

on the sandstorms.

 

i am a woman.

Just that moment,was my moment

Him:

The moment I come out of my sleep……THAT VERY FIRST LIGHT…. gives me hope of a new life….gives me energy of a new beginning….gives me a hope to be alive ….the day passes with the strength of that very first light…..the very first light is it an opportunity or a warning makes me go dry….is it the sun or the merciful God giving the opportunity to see that first light and will it be the same God or sun who will deny the same first light when the day finally comes to say good bye…..God’s sun or sun God tell me when to say bye before u shut that very first light

Her:

There are small ways,you touch my life. there is crisp caliber about you and i , the roads you tread,i steady myself in your gear,you are the sun that carries me through the hind-sights,of the eloping sun crazed beams.you think,it was i the very first ray of light but on the contrary you were the warmth left in me, as the somewhat of hearth deft in me.i was the sky,i could just comply.

and that was it to be.

we met,we’ll meet.it’ll go on repeat.

in death,in life-discrete.

nothing actually helps

there are times,

you read people like a book.

you know,

they are trying hurt you.

trying,

to just rub you wrong.

 

you can read that intent of theirs.

and that is all.

 

no reaction from you,

and that is all.

let them try their games,

hard.

 

you saw them playing before.

you know abc of that all.

and that is all.

 

stay resolved,

freeze them out of your brains.

just do that,

with disdain,

no ills,

no claims.

your fears,

their victory.

let them,be.

you walk,

fear free.