Time & Talk

I felt like posting this after coming from Dayton Airforce Musem.Planes used in Wars,lots of life loss and what not...there are some pictures which made me feel bad.

Time, have passed through these gates.

As the dust on your feet

carried from places far away,

bringing stories in every particle,

covering everything

with layers of its existence.

Time, have passed through these gates.

As the wisdom of your age

gathered over the years,

and distributed,

unequallyto all your kin,

as a legacy of your existence.

Time, have passed through these gates.

As the happiness and sorrow

that you carry in your heart,

neatly indexed (alongside their sources)

to be remembered sometimes

only by a part of your existence.

Time...

have passed...

through these gates...

As You.

Goodness knows I saw it coming...

The cough. The mild fever. The deluge of work. The lack of understanding. The disappointed expectations. The loneliness. The stress. The fever. The work. The judgements. The disappointments. The confusion. The loneliness. The cough. The fatigue.

It finally got to me.

I cried for a long time. A catharsis of sorts, I guess.
I feel better now. Phew........

Koi aaj mujhe... yahan se le chalo...

New place ......was feeling very lonely in the crowd....Guess that happens to evryone at a point of time.Yesterday I was missing my family and friends....

Its weird sometimes,

when your eyes are moist

and you dont know why.

When you want to talk

to show you are strong,

yet, your words go dry.

When concern you show,

others, do not echo

and the stories are wry.

When you want to keep

a smile, or a poker-face

atleast, but instead you cry.

Koi is samay ko rok do

Koi is udasi ko tok do

Koi mere aansoo pochh do

Koi meri muskaan khoj do

Koi aaj mujhe... yahan se le chalo...