"Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its root into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write." Rainier Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Saturday, March 31, 2012

वो रात बुझा दो..मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो

Ever looked back and wondered what happened ! It's true life is a sum up of all the events,mishap and happy events. As much as are the joyous moments and the accomplishments part of our lives,so are the places where we failed,where we didn't score and where we terribly fell flat on our faces. Yes they do shape us,they have formed us as we are today. Without an ounce of doubt i believe that i wouldn't have been the same person that i am today if not for every single moment that shaped me up so.

But nevertheless that is life wasted,spent for nothing and for no-one. If that happens on accord of something that wasn't in our hands like losing a loved one it's ok we learn to deal with it,sooner or later. But if that happens when it could have been well avoided ! It gnaws at us,every now and then. We keep thinking what if i hadn't done this,what if i had chosen a different path back then. Would my life had been any better or merrier now ! And there's no end to this wonderment. We do make out of the maze,everybody does eventually. But what's left behind is the pain and a basket-full of shell of promises that once seemed so true you could bet your life over them. A big pile of memories,part of your life that once you were so sure of,just like we never doubt the coming of tomorrow morning,the very same life feels so far-off and ghostly today. It's even hard to fathom that you had once lived that life,that those moments were once alive and breathing.

We always stand back,find our step and cut out a path for us. But who is gonna give me back those years,that time,m..y...life ! Anger wanes off soon,and slowly and gradually you bid adieu to even the grief and then with lots of hard shoving you close the door behind the remorse. But then what remains are the tiny shards of questions to be dealt with. They just hang there..in the air,forever.Who will give me back my time ! I don't expect anything else,no reasons,no apologies,no remedies even...just a silent plea on my lips to return me back everything that once was mine...and that i had trusted to be taken care. And that wasn't.


sumukh bansal said...

after reading your title i remember Asha Bhosle's song "mera kuch samaan tumhare pass pada hai.."
nice post..

palak said...

beautiful yar...jst truly wonderful..i mean wow :) 1 experiences dese situations so often...surrounded wd abundant of questions.wch seem 2 hav no answers ! gr8 work..n i miss ur comments on ma blog dear!:) u seem 2 have a bsy schedule dese days

Dr Mandeep Khanuja said...

thanks sumukh actually that's what i was listening to while writing this post.
Sorry palak yes i am not on blogger nowadays as i am reading a few books,so as soon as il be bck il read al ur posts n wil tel u how i liked dem. Keep writing :)


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