I am missing you a lot

Like I had always been looking for you.  Shall I say that?  B’coz I never knew what I was looking for.  I had times when I cried intensely for that something, and still never knew what “that something” was.  I got along with people; I got away; again got along with new ones.  I always felt that loss of something; of something that I have never had.  And then after a while, still a long while ago, I made up my mind that I was looking for myself; this search was to be independent from anyone else.  I made up my mind that something is missing from me and only I can fill that up.  I need to improve myself; I need to find me myself.  I put my short bio on twitter with a shair of Iqbal:

Dhoondhata phirta hoon aye “Iqbal” apne aap ko,
Aap hii goya musaafir aap hi manzil hoo.n main!

I keep wandering, oh Iqbal, in search of my self,
As if I am a traveller and I myself am the destination!

I remember myself crying, and crying until I fell asleep, scribbling this shair, and similar stuff, on a paper.

Let us fall in love again

Let’s go on a walk tonight. It has been long since we felt that great!!

Amidst all the clustered things, we try to make a space for us.
Among all kinds of noises and sounds, we try to find a moment of silence.
Do we get it from somewhere out; or we create it from ourselves?
It’s really hard to get that one, that one moment of serene peace.

Are we the same that we always were?
What’s the thing that really changed?
Nothing, nothing, nothing my dear!!

Let us fall in love again!

The soulmates

The Soulmates

Like it was an intact stick in His Kingdom.  Like He had to break it and throw it away in two different directions.  Like it was His plan to bring both the segments together to make them one again.  How surprised were they to see how fittingly compatible they were with each other.  It was a first glance; they had not seen each other in proximity.  From that distance, they felt awed with how much “made for each other they were.”  And they came together.

The subtleties began to be apparent.  Still happy were they with each other, but now with a glitch that they were not the same that they thought they were.  They were still happy with each other, but their randomly broken edges got more visible making them afraid what if they won’t match fit.

They were happy; still there was a glitch.  They kept going.  Time passed by.  The randomly broken edges got more prominent; uneven fineness of the broken edges had gotten even more apparent.  And they started looking at it carefully, and moved towards each others, tilted, turned, whirled, hugged… and lo… how happy, how heavenly happy they were to find how finely they fitted in each other.  Like they were the same they had thought they were.

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Day 5: A prayer

There is one place in the world where I feel at ease, where I don’t need to pretend to be anything, where I can be happy or sad or anything,  where I can cry and laugh like a kid, where I can talk for hours or just remain pleasantly silent, where I can be myself.  Thanks God for providing me with such a wonderful place of mine!