Last time I checked,
We were still friends,
I think, you still follow me,
Has the separation,
Of our real lives,
Affected our virtual likes?
You ‘loved” my poems, my posts.
You shared them.
I ‘loved” your poems, your pictures
Admired them, commented on them.
Now, I just ‘like” them.
Fearing, ‘loving’ would be too much.
My posts, they go unacknowledged.
A hundred ‘loves” won’t suffice,
A single like from you.
Am I asking for too much?
वाटले की तू येशील, पूर्ण करशील.
तुला सांगितले पण बघ.
शब्द कळले नसावे, म्हणून भाषांतर केले..
कविता ऐकवली, अर्धवटच..
अपेक्षेने थांबलो होतो, चातकासारखा..
की तू येशील,
आणि त्या कागदावर,
शब्दांचा अमृत वर्षाव करशील.
मी दुष्काळातच रमतो आहे, अजुनही.
शब्द साठले बघ, आटले बघ.
कागदावर शाई अजुनही ओलीच आहे.
ते शब्दही व्याकुळ असतील.
की केव्हा त्यांचा अर्थ पूर्ण होईल.
की ते ही माझ्या आयुष्यासारखेच राहतील,
Wrote a poem, incomplete..
Wished you would come, complete it.
I told you about it,
Translated the words,
Hoping you would understand.
Narrated the poem, incomplete..
Waited for you,
Hoped you would come,
And pour your magical words,
On that paper.
I am entangled in a drought, still.
See, even the words have dried up.
The ink on that paper is still wet.
Even those words must be eager,
Wondering when would they give meaning to the poem.
Or would they, like my life, be rendered,
I am trying, Trying to write a poem. Hoping it’ll convey,
Some words unsaid.
In the long walks,
On those cold nights.
Treading on carpet, marble and grass.
Finding our way,
Contemplating life, people, and friendships.
Talking, drunk and high,
On those sleepless nights.
Barging into rooms,
Sharing chocolates, chips, and love.
Laying on one bed, lazily,
Or watching movies,
Amidst some adventures,
Eternal return is a delusion.
Life will not come back.
But memories will.
And hope you remember me,
And hope you miss me.
‘Cause I miss you.
‘Cause I love you.
Let hope win over the agony,
This too shall pass.
This night, and the new year.
What would be left are,
Memories of what we loved, whom we loved.
Love, nevertheless of the results.
Love, because we don’t know what else to do.
Love, because the world needs it.
Love, and be loved.
Let there be love, let there be light, let there be sanity.
Sam’s speech still resonates.
‘ There’s some good in this world,
And it’s worth fighting for.’
Let this be year of hope and love. Happy new year 2017.
We crave for endings, or do we? When you know things are going to end, you know the end, and you wish things to just fast forward, just get over with it. And yet sometimes in retrospect you wish if things didn’t. Just one more walk with a friend, one more hug, the sadness of ending, and the intimacy amidst it. People do meet after it, only to realize lot of things have changed. Life happens. Intimacy of those endings, lost somewhere.
But may be things are meant to be that way. Soon seems abrupt and long seems too much. All life is grappling with the sense of an ending. Parting ways, kissing good nights, death of someone close, or sometimes silently waiting for your own death. The time comes. Things end. Sometimes too soon, sometimes late. But they do.
Walking on a beach aimlessly, leaving some footprints, some shallow, some deep, ultimately to be washed away by the sea. I guess finding a purpose in life is a lot like strolling on a beach. We strive to create an impact, leave a footprint, in a world that has been here for millions of years and will be for millions more. Our lives in context of this world and universe and those footsteps on sea shore, both are ephemeral. So what do we choose, walk aimlessly, trying to enjoy the feet being washed by the sea every few seconds or walk leaving some footprints, deep or shallow, ultimately to be washed away by an eternal sea?