Me and my mind in conversation...

Sketch and title by Ninad -  https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10208980920310098&set=pcb.10208980920590105&type=3&theater "Each word that I swallowed Left a certain mark on my face My life crawled, time rushed on I couldn’t keep up with either’s pace"

As a kid I was often asked How a line could become smaller without a touch “Just draw a longer line”, they told me That’s it! It didn’t need too much. God has his ways Of saying the same old things He loves giving practical lessons To his supposedly favorite beings As if being without dad wasn’t enough And perhaps He couldn’t quite understand what I prayed Now mummy leaves us for her eternal journey I hate these rules that God has made Though I am sure you are now at a much better place Relieved now from the pain that you went through, I can’t find a way to accept that you have left I can’t find a way to live without you You were the first friend I ever made Always my backup when I had noone else to play You were my teacher, my listener, my brother, my sister You were the only one who always knew what I really wanted to say I would try not to cry as I miss you Though you and what you taught me would be with me for good I would care, I would share, would

I remember the time When sleep meant calming down! After a day's excitement It charged me up for another round It's a little different now The calm is gone, sometimes the sleep as well! Excitement, well I try to keep up the levels Though the real story, the lines on my forehead tell I crave for nights when I can actually sleep And feel it like it is the end of the day, It should feel like a break, I shouldn't worry just yet for what would happen the next day. My mind should free up From the worries of all my accounts. From the perpetual struggle to add zeroes in the bank's, To adding likes and comments and other supposedly social counts They say these are blessings in disguise. Better to have these pains than nothing at all! So yes I consider myself to be one of the blessed few, But then can I ever tell myself, "for my needs, that's all"! How many nights must I sleeplessly sleep, Before I can call

"सिर्फ यादों का सिलसिला है और बातें हैं कि जाने वालों को होता है चले जाना सिर्फ " एक घर था छोटा सा, बस थोड़े से ही थे लोग।  बातें तो बहुत करते थे सब एक दूसरे से कुछ कह पाने का शायद वक्त न था सुनते भी थे बातें बहुत सी टीवी, कंप्यूटर, मोबाइल और खुद की एल दूसरे की सुनने को शायद सब्र न था चल रही थी गाडी बिना रुकावट थी पहियों में, पुर्ज़ों में जब तक जान बराबर रुकने का तर्क न था फिर आया एक ऐसा मोड़, पड़ा एक पहिये पर ज़ोर रुकना पड़ा उसी पल सब को बांधे थी शायद कोई डोर  वो पल, बस एक पल ही था अब वक्त तो है, कुछ बात करो  सब्र भी है सब सुनने को रुकने को अब तर्क नहीं मैं ढूंढता तस्वीर से आपकी, कई सवाल हूँ मैं पूछता तस्वीर ही है बस अब, आप नहीं हो

जाने किस नशे में गुम होकर खुद ही से दूर हो गया मैं ज़िन्दगी के उलझे पन्नों में दिल की कलम को कहीं भूल गया मैं रौशनी थी खूब मेरे आस पास आँखें ही न खुल पायीं मेरी सोया था मैं खुश था कितना यूँ जागते ही ज़िन्दगी से मुलाकात हो गयी कुछ ऐसा है इस नशे का असर एहसासों में फर्क ही नहीं कर पाता अब दौड़ता हुआ सा दिखता हूँ खुद को रुकता हु तो अक्स दौड़ने लगता है, ठहरता हूँ तो सांस रुक सी जाती है आँखों के बंद होने और खुलने में फर्क महसूस नहीं होता अब दिन भर एक गहरी नींद में सपनों से दूर रहकर जागता हूँ जब आँखें बंद और सपनों की दुकान खुल जाती है

What is worse than when you die Is to see the you in you die It doesn't help if you cry There's none to ask how and why Life becomes an algebraic equation You set out to define x and y End up losing the value of I You can never restart, how so ever hard you try Your own self, it ceases to exist Your own soul, often goes adrift No pain, no fear, numb is all you can feel You can barely walk, when you dreamt you could fly And adding insult to injury Is the illusion of being able to write poetry  Do I really need to sulk Or is it just one bad night that's gone by