(196) Staged

Miseries underrated,

Perhaps..! Causes overtuned...

I wish,

I never say this....

You staged the whole commotion....!!!!
 

(195) Endless Love

The question stood up many a times

And I always calmed with a subtle reply

Question remained,

Why don’t I have him? Tell me Why?

To be truthful to one and all

Needs the hub, full of guts

Perhaps, I had less

Got stuck in ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’

 

I gambled upon, by challenging risk

Of solving the upheaval

I fumbled,

Left with broken zeal

 

I made up the situations

To dodge facing the facts

He made me,

Bite, the bullets of my acts

                                                      

With him, I thought, past went away

I condoned the treasure mind does hold

It held him,

Presenting to me, at every threshold

 

I ignored self voices, disregarded premonitions

Hugged myself declaring as all safe,

From love,

Could not resist him, his aura so rave

 

Miles apart, he still administers so well

On me, it falls, the droplets of adore

Odium diminishes,

I feel in his embrace, I feel so secure

 

The differences in our believes, will remain

Up till, I assume, we both do survive

But bartering covets,

Am sure, will not see a deprive

 

The question still remains, so unanswered

That why I did not get, him in my life?

Perhaps, I found

The retort which was so rife

 

He happened to meet me at every dawn

He was never him, never was I, me

Truth remained,

We have, for eternity, been the very, ‘WE’

 

So what more would I want him and in what form

Physical, corporeal, or rather more substantial

I have forever, owned him

In me, with me, in a way, way-far special

 

Groundless remained the apprehensions

Futile the angst and cries

Propitiously died,

Crashed fell all the ‘Why’s”

 



Beauty of Adore

(194) Floods of bloods

“Crying inconsolably, I found myself seated amongst the dead bodies. I had still not got the news of one of my loved ones. After searching vehemently for several hours, I gave into the mounting pressure of negativity and sat crying aloud. No one came to console me or wipe my tears”.

Tears were real and had wet my pillow. After giving a self help to break through the dream, I woke up to a better reality. I was thankfully not the part of the massacre, neither was the one I was searching for, so impatiently. I sat thinking, why was I treated with such a painful dream. Concluded that it could have been the result of the continuous doses of the news, I had been following on the death toll and the tragedies of the Kedarnath misfortune.

Mere dream of losing someone shook me to the roots, I could very well imagine, what a tough time those must be going through, who lost their loved ones, who could not trace their family people and who actually went through the whole calamity.

What remained commendable was the painstaking, never ending, rescue job done by the various defense personnel. Political parties, besides extending the help, did not refrain from earning the political mileage and publicity out of the whole mishap. And if reports are to be believed, many local people and others from the surrounding neighborhood, did their best to loot and exploit those helpless pilgrims, who got stuck in there, due to the floods and the destruction created thereby. What a shame?

Reports are still pouring in talking about possible scams and gimmicks taken place during the whole evacuation process, but what matters and should be applauded in the whole exchange is the thankless, endless job the soldiers extended to save as many people as they could, in spite of losing their own 20 brave-hearts. Could not but only thank them heartily for what they did?

And mercifully, I remained amongst the luckier ones who did not become the part of this catastrophe in reality, although kind of experienced the pain through the dream. Realized one more time in one more way, how people close to your heart never departs, they always resides in you. And you always love them more than you realize.