Khoye Log

Kya yeh khoye hue log kabhi milte hai?
Kya hota hai inka koi thikana?
Woh jisko maine
Dekha aaj haath failate hue
Traffic signal par
Kya woh ho sakta hai
Ek khoya hua?

Kya yeh khoye hue log milte hai kabhi?
Bheed bazaro main
Beech sadak par
Ya fhir khali masjid
Ye khali mandir main?

Kya woh bhi khoya hai
Jo din raat daudta hai
Cinema jaata hai
Bahar khana khata hai
Aur der raat ghar aakar sojata hai?

Kya khoya woh bhi hai
Jo maikhane mai
Dhund rehta hai?
Jo cigarette ke kash par kash lagata hai?

Kya yeh khoye hue log milte hai kabhi?
Kya yeh khoye hue log milte hai kabhi?

Hasi

Tumhare chehre par hasi to thi

Par tumhari aankhen kuch

Aur keh rahi thi

Shayad kuch thaki si thi

Tumhara chehre par hasi to thi

Par tumhare andaz

Kuch alag se the

Aaj tum chup se the

Aaj tum- tum se na the

Waqt ke saat

Raasta beet ta gaya

Main chalta raha

Tu bhi chalta gaya

Ruka na tu

Ruka na mai

Chehre par tere

Chehre par mere

Hasi to thi

Par hamari aankhen

Kuch thaki si thi

Tumhare chehre par hasi to thi…

For everyone

Explanation in English is below

Ek din? Do din? Chaar din?
Phir kya hai bhool jaana hai.

Hamari Ammi ek kahawat aksar kaha karti hai:
Aaj maro kal doosra din

Yeh sunne ko jab milta jab kisi ka inteqaal hojata. Log janaze main aate, murde ko dafan karte, khana khate aur chale jaate. Agla din thoda dheeme chalta par teesre din tak sab apne apne raaste.

English:

If I were to sum things up that I’ve written above then it would be:

You will be forgotten, sooner than you think.

Now, I know that won’t be the case with everyone but then again this would be the case with most of us.

 

 

Metro Ride #521

I got into the metro and the guy ahead of me looks at his reflection and dances. Maybe that’s what late nights do to you, they allow you to be more expressive. Anyway, I get myself a seat and the gate of the metro stays open so that more people can board it, it reminds of those even-odd days in Delhi when bus number 507 that I usually took would stop until they got a good number of passengers on board.

I sit on the seat with an empty mind and stare at my phone. After a few stations, a gentleman comes and sits on the empty seat on my right. He has his headphones on and is listening to Ae Kaash Ke Hum. I used to love that song once but then I listened to it so much that I started disliking it, does it ever happen to you?

So, the metro continues to find its way on those zig-zag tracks until it enters the dark underground tunnel only to move like a snake through its burrow. After two stations, I’ll have to get down and find my way home.

Doors will open, people will board and deboard the metro until this moving box gets to its destination.

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Two People

Tell me
What happens
When the sun goes down
And moon shines
Bright in the sky
And a wolf howls
In the distance somewhere
And a gust of wind
Plays with your hair
And you feel a shiver

And you hear someone talking
In the distance
Could it be him?
Finally returning
After gathering some wood
So that you can fight this cold
And spend the night
Under the stars
And open the map
And plan for the next day
For a new adventure?

Inside the lane

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“Inside the lane” as I like to call this photograph. I wanted to go to a shop and one of the Dates(khujoor) vendor told me there is a shortcut from one side. I took the way and entered here, the lane that took me to a bazaar that was so crowded that you’d have to struggle to move from one shop to another.  The amazing thing here is that when you look at this photograph you see silence, peace and stillness while there is a crowd moving about just outside this gate.

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Snack time

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This photo was taken in New Delhi. Groups of families live under the flyovers and mothers would tend their children there, while others play and some beg when the light turns red and cars stop waiting for the light to turn green again.
In the photograph a man is seen giving samosa (snack)  to one of the boy who lives there. People would occasionally come and distribute food to these people. Life does gets real harsh when winters arrive but then a new day starts and everything happens the same way once again.
I was the witness to this scene and saw this man park his scooter and then distribute snacks while a group of children gathered around him demanding their share.

From the diary #1

This photograph is from my diary. I wrote this last year but never shared it. Now glancing through my diary made me want to ummm yeah share it.It might make sense or it may not.It asks you several questions and if you have answers to any or all of them then please contribute and help solve the mystery.Or at least enjoy the post and terrible handwriting.
I had written more as you might have figured out but I’m not sharing that part because it was weird,it asked and questioned things,weird things. 😉

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From the Diary.

It Goes On and On

People changed
Like weather does
You stood there
Wondering that’s something
That just happens

They all came
And they all went away
Like migrating birds
Leaving you
On the way
You thought
This is something
That just happens

You stand there
Wondering while
Life moves on
It continues
Leaving you behind

Nothing stops
Neither time
Nor people
It’s just you
Trying to slow down
The time.

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