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Ignorance

Common friends were many,
Yet they noticed each other’s face.
Ignorance was mutual,
Still heartbeats increased in pace.

An incomplete tale was their past,
Feelings they thought would forever last…
But life had its twists and turns all along,
Soon the right choice faded… the relation seemed wrong.

"Mutual Breakup" was the diplomatic answer for friends,
"Moving on" to new beginnings leaving behind broken ends.
Both were happy in their own worlds now,
Yet social gatherings like these were still awkward somehow.

Ignorance though was a game well played,
Filmy situation it seemed, a Bollywood moment so swayed.
Background music was lacking, but drama persisted,
To even say a "Hi" – seemed a crime that both resisted.

And so went on a silent night…
Lovers had moved on, but two friends missed each other yet continued the fight 🙂

I wanted to write a story

There is this story I always wanted to write,
Never really got the plot completely right.
A story of love.. a story of friends…
Of a life lived well, no broken ends .

Tried writing short snippets adding to a tale,
Each time I tried, I would eventually fail.
The story still exists somewhere in my mind,
A tale made up from imagination and some memories left behind.

The Dream

“I had a dream last night, like every night, the same dream… I really don’t know what to do.. what should I do?? “ – said Raghav.

Raghav was the local outlaw. Petty thief, small-time goon, occasional drunkard… overall a societial misfit. A file on him existed in the Belva police chowki. Belva –  a small town near a river was once just a small village. In the last decade, the nearby villages were added under a single administration and the village expanded to be the centre of the smallest township in the state. Agriculture was a fading occupation and small-scale industries looming with more and more villagers (now townsfolk) opening up to the idea of working in the factories set up in town. Law and order was not a big issue, except of local ruffians like Raghav which caused a menace in the locality.

Raghav was once a “tangewala” (horse-cart man) in the village. He ferried passengers for a rupee from one end of the village to another. He had taken on his father’s job at a very young age of 10, after his father died of a heat stroke during a drought 12 years back. But in the recent years, the municipality had started buses for the townsfolk and no one preferred a bumpy tangewala ride anymore. He had no other vocation and resorted to thievery to sustain himself

Raghav went to the local seer to discuss his problem. For the past 2 months he was seeing the same dream. He had met many astrologers, seers, doctors, witch-doctors, tantriks earlier hoping to get a solution to his problem. This was his last hope.

AnjuMa was a very old woman. The entire locality called her Ma, young and old alike… she was probably the oldest woman in the locality who had seen the transformation of the village to a town in the last fifty years. She went through Raghav’s kundli. She despised him like many others in the locality, but he was willing to pay a good amount to listen to his problem, and she needed the money to run the house. In the past 15 years, ill-fate had marked her too. Her husband passed away and so did her son and daughter-in-law. She was left to fend for herself and her grand-daughter. With great determination she raised her “betiyaan” who grew up to be an intelligent smart young girl. She stayed in the city hostel last few years and had come home only last week after completing her studies.

“Beta, tell me in entirety, this dream you speak of.” – she told Raghav

“Well, it always start with me waking up in the dream. I wake up in a night desert. I feel lost in the sand. I try finding my way.. and I see a fire in the dark sand-filled land. I approach towards it and I see two men near the fire. Next to them is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. She is unconscious and tied up. I ask the men about her and they attack me. I always defeat them in our fight. Then I untie the girl and hold her in my arms. She opens her eyes and asks me “Who are you?”. And that is when the dream ends…” – said Raghav

“Interesting.. Have you spoken to anyone else about the dream? “ – she asked

“Yes, to a lot of people. First they said the dreams will fade away, then they said I was possessed and tried treating me for same, but last month a very wise seer, I met in kumbhmela, told me that the land I wake up in is the darkness within me. The dacoits are my weaknesses and bad habits, the ones I defeat for this girl. The girl will be my one true love. Before I could ask where I will find her, he disappeared in the crowd. Since then I am searching for her. Help me AnjuMa..help me… I will give you money and also my protection. This girl will change me.. she will help me live a new life…I need to find her…” – said Raghav.

“Relax beta…let me speak now… I have seen your Kundli. Believe me in the last 75 years I have heard many such stories from young man. The old seer you met, he bluffed. He tried giving you a false hope, so that you have a purpose in life. But you failed to see that. You failed to tread on the path he intended. Your dream is not true, there is no such girl in the world. But your inner darkness that you saw as desert, your bad habits that you saw as dacoits, they are real. Defeat them first. Be a better man. Perhaps then you may also find a suitable wife and settle happily. That’s what I can surely see in the future.. if you follow my advice.” – said AnjuMa.

“You are right AnjuMa, you have opened my eyes.. I will try to do as you say. But the dream.. the girl..she was so beautiful.. so real..I really hoped she existed.. I would have left the entire world, just for her..sigh..Here is your money.. I will return to find more answers, after I am a better man…”- these were Raghav’s parting words.

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As AnjuMa closed the door on Raghav, she heard a shriek and went straight to the bedroom. “What happened betiyaan.. having nightmares again?”- she asked her grand-daughter.

Her grand-daughter replied, “ Yes Amma, same one again. I woke up in my dream to find myself in the arms of some random strange man. He was staring at me, it was a cold desert, with a fire nearby and two unconscious men. I asked him – “Who are you?” and then before he could answer I was sucked in darkness and I woke up again…just like every time ! “

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And so a tale ceased…

He flipped through pages reading an old book again
A tragic tale, he knew, ending with the protagonist in pain

Why re-read the same till the end, he thought
Only the high he got half-way in the tale, that’s all he sought

And so now he left it there, a book half-read
For better leave a good tale incomplete, rather than eventual dread

A tale till the time when things seem in place
When an ending isn’t sought, no need to increase the pace

He stopped flipping pages thereafter, leaving the protagonist at peace
A half-story was successful, and so a tale ceased…

Semi Highs… Semi Lows…

He had his share of lows & highs…
She had her share of highs & lows…
They met and fell in love
Lows got halved by each other’s highs
– Together, they had…some semi-highs…some semi-lows…!!

Two damaged hearts…

Two damaged hearts chatting one night…
Contemplating what’s wrong.. discussing what’s right
Of friends and love.. of relationships old…
Situations discussed…Memories retold
And in these discussions..realization too…
A connection exists through these tales few…
For both may be travellers of a different time..
Yet both have lives that fit together… like a rhyme
And of many emotions shared.. one concludes between the two….
"You love me", she says… "And I love you !"

A bar, a story and some rum in-between

This tale is of two strangers who met in a bar one night
What can I say… it was love at first sight
Perhaps the rum helped, in retrospect they agree,
In each other’s company, that night, they felt free

He was a young lad, single but shy
She a wild girl, always ready to fly
Rum was a common factor along with friends
A story started that night, perhaps joining two broken ends

He wasn’t perfect, still sought love true…
She too was imperfect, had her share of breakups few…
That night they talked, a conversation that lasted too long
Connecting two hearts like two stanzas of the same song

Thus, stories are made, over chance meetings few,
Some are re-written by writers, some lost with no clue
This story survived, a glimpse I wrote tonight,
What can I say… it was love at first sight

For now rhyming wasn’t easy…

Poetry wasn’t that, what he wrote for her…
It was that, what he lived with her…

There’s was a tale – of words few.. not too long,
Just a few simple walks, silent conversations, short moments now gone…

Rhymes were his way to remember those moments now…
Random outburst of nostalgic thoughts.. written in words somehow…

He wasn’t that good with rhymes… he knew.. anyone could tell…
For now rhyming wasn’t easy.. like him.. his thoughts felt incomplete as well.

Song : Na Sahi — Movie : Socha Na Tha

Tum Raasta… Main Ajnabee.. Lagta tha kyun yeh har ghadi..
Aadhe adhure geet ki.. ek tum kadi.. ek main kadi….
Tumhein dekhke lagta tha ye… tum ho bane.. mere waaste…
Milna hi tha.. humko magar.. hum naa miley… toh naa sahi…

You were the road… I a wanderer… Felt like this everytime..
Like two stanzas of a broken song… Two lines that complete a rhyme…
Everytime I saw you.. I knew you were the one  for me…
Together we were meant to be.. we didn’t meet though… let it be…..

Seated in the library, a writer tried to write,
Trying to define his existence, with a struggling attempt to set things right,

He tried to rectify the errors of his past,
Though he was short of time, in the few moments that will last!

He tried to write a tale too long,
Lost track in-between, wrote it all wrong…

He had new beginnings, he faced the same end,
A broken tale with nothing to mend

Fragments many, of a life gone by,
Turned to fiction, truth woven in a thread called lie

Of a wanderer at heart, that he always was,
Wandering on random ways, left with no purpose!

With memories left to be forgotten someday,
As he walked on, on his broken way.

Many twists and turns were still stored in fate,
It seemed to him he was life’s favourite bait!

Back to the question, of what to write,
The writer pondered a lot, but nothing seemed right!

His words were empty, a tale with no track,
The end was an irony, a meaningful conclusion it lacked!

He wrote of days long gone…
Of memories many, remembered by none…
Of friends he met, and foes he made,
Tattered glimpses of a past, that will soon fade !

Of long talks…over matters non-trivial…
Of excuses to meet for workings unreal..
Of a rose not given…of a sentence unsaid…
Of a call unconnected…of a letter unread…
And so the tale, went on and on,
Of random moments turning to memories to be retold later in some song!

Of love, or what he believed love was,
A random verse, to explain his loss,
Of random twists in tale, to set things wrong,
Indeed, his tale was turning too long !

He faced highs, he faced lows,
A murky life full of emotional blows
To give him support was his favourite quote,
Life’s Like That… he always wrote !!