the word ‘shopping’frightens me

and all they say,shopping heals

to me,i get creeps.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

and,i am too pre-occupied.

i do not pick up things.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

i do not know what i do.

do i talk with the things.

do they talk back with me.

is there a world between two of us,

which we live,at first.

we love in pieces,joints.

we cry,

we throw fit when something comes in between us.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

and,i am too pre-occupied.

i do not pick up things.

 

and,one day.

i kneel on my knee,

propose to that one,very some thing.

 

and,lovingly bring it home with me.

 

i do not call this ‘shopping’.

we love in pieces,joints.

we cry,

we throw fit when something comes in between us.

 

those smallest of small things,

 

people call,shopping

sometimes,what times!

riddled with phrases it came.i received it,gracefully in my abode.

you are at your own.

day has ended,

birds have gone home.

all is well, with the world there.

still,

you want sit,

pick at it.

dismantle it.

assemble it.

Break it,

Crack it,

mend it.

anything.

you thought,

will make you feel,

“i have done it”.

and,you have to keep patience with all it.

the broken pieces,

the tidy pieces.

‘evenings.’

and,तेरे हाथों में पहना कर चूड़ियाँ

And, that does it.

in beautiful,for once. atleast now.

 

while you were busy contemplating on colours and shades,

shapes.

 

in your usual free life landscape.

joyous,bubbly gapes.

and,

do you think i missed it..

 

the joy, was pretty infectious.

 

i could not help.

falling for you,

 

my Sweet heart,hurt.

 

And,she laughed it?

 

Good heart.

 

the debt

and that is why,during our young days,we were taught not to stretch beyond our means.

the young crop has this strange habit,

i dread.

they love to spend.

i am fine with that,

but,

i am actually upset when they get in debts.

why do they make life difficult as to that end.

i am not going to vouch for their answers.

what all they shall try to feed me.

let us quietly sit,reflect

i can feel it,far beyond my words so far of it.

there have been times,

we have faced together.

i have seen you,in mind tatters.

that keeps me just watching out for you.

this is not love.

this is us, our bond.

 

our dream,we share in abstract.

 

At our work.

 

and i’ll see to it,

you thrive.

 

your good heart,

actually reaches that point.

 

what i know exists.