The dream - The sea, the shore and her

 

Hum Tum [ you and me ]

 Tum chahe kitna bhi bhago humse

Khudse kaha bhagoge?

Tum chahe lakh unsunah karlo hum ko

Dil ki pukar ko kaha kese undekha karoge?

Koso tum takdeer ko ya zindagi ke faislo ko

Jab ruh hi nahi alag hui toh kosoge kis khuda se ? 

Aur phir yeh kahani jo tum kitni bhi kaho hai purani 

Palke japakte hi phir se ho jaati h nayee si

Bus fark hai itna is baar, na khudse bhaagna hai na ya tumse… bus ek pal mein hi zindagi jee lena hai

Arse se [ a long time since ]

Ek arse ke baad hua deedar,

Pahle unka aur phir hamare bete hue waqt ka!

Kehne ko tha kuch khaas nahi,  lekin lahme lage zara bhi aam nahi!

Coffee par hui kuch baat, aur phir hui shaam se raat,

Heraniyat si ek soch,lehrayee bus itna hi waqt mila aapke saath?

Dil ne kaha waqt tham na jai, toh dheere se hi chale aaj

Par samay ki raftar aur inka deedar kaha ruke mere yaar!

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

This is such a powerful line from a book I read during my university days Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, and it has stayed with me for all these years albeit hidden. It still gives me goosebumps and a crazy sense of romanticism every time I read the line. It also compelled me to listen to this book all over again on Blinkist as well. Pssst: If you are the one for utopian concept of falling in love, treat this as your trigger to stop reading here :)

For those who have read the book may understand the depth of this statement given how stark the contrast was between Katherine and Heathcliff, in their beliefs, societies, their idea of romance and companionship, how their relationship is so painful, complex and tragic and yet so entwined with each other through their own lives and beyond.

This line, "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." almost transcended on me recently not knowing why. Perhaps it was a divine way of awakening of my faculties to the spiritual linkage of my connection to the outer universe to a soul somewhere. The emotion started building up in me and then a flurry of episodes from past and some more recently started rushing to my mind and then came a pause... a pause to reflect on that gush of feelings, the urge to do something, the need to react senselessly and then again retract and act with wisdom. In the end the wise person in me chose to hold back and scribe this instead.

As we grow, we have a certain idea of what falling in love means, we seek joy and elation in snippets of that idea when displayed by another person in how they talk, respond, behave and think. Without even knowing whether they are the right fit for you, you seem to fall into that emotion day by day... and then suddenly one day after weeks, months or even years reality hits. and then you start forgetting what attracted you to this person in the first place, it all becomes routine but somewhere the souls seem connected. Somewhere what she does and what he feels stay in sync.

Lucky are those who have a connect like that, even luckier are those who could have a connect like that but are able to walk their own path with detachment and joy for each other. Makes me wonder sometimes, is that what we call "soulfully" connected and madly in love? This is such a sheer contradiction to the traditional "falling in love" psyche - isn't it?

It's ok to fall in love and be in love and yet not be together. It's ok to be quiet and have a silence that talks the loudest between two people. It's even ok to exists in our minds and hearts but not in each other's lives for somewhere "whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. "

 

Would love to know what you think about love, falling in, rising above or falling out? 

Hosla

Kabhi toh h á khawaish e dil 

Ke ho ek pal, ek asmaan ke tale dono ki saase,

Hawa ke jokhe se lage jo sisskiyaan, ban jaaye tumahare se lipti hui narmiya, 

Hatho mein hath aur ankho mein ankh liye, jaree rakhe woh kahani jo aadhi adhuri si hi thi rehnewali!  

Woh din hi kya jisme yeh aarzo mukkamal na ho

Woh raat hi kya jisme yeh khwab dekhne ka hosla na ho!

Aur woh zindagi hi kya jisme tum or aur mein musalsal na ho! 

- M

Waqt kambakth

Behkhudi nahi, h yeh kasmakash

Kuch pal aaye aur waqt Jesé theher hi gaya kambakhat

Na aankhe Mili , naa hi Andaaz,

na awaaz ki hui khanak, 

bus hum to sirf  khwab mei hi Gaye behak…kuch vaade hue aur kuch tabdiliya, Chund lamhe hi sahi lekin lazmi raha aapko kehna Humara shukriya!

Na tanhayee khatam hui aur na hi Milne ki arzoo lekin mil kar bhi akele hi rahe hum, na milke bhi Juda bhi toh nahi ho paye hum!

Humne  mani shikast aur phir sunai gayee woh nazm jis me kabhi aap shamil the, lekin aaj usme woh ruh kaha, bus ek Mausam ka afzana suna aur tanhayee ki kahani ! 

Behkhudi nahi, h yeh kasmakash

Kuch pal aaye aur waqt Jesé theher hi gaya kambakhat

- writing after ages …Meghna

Pancakes

It was late at night! Miguel had starved the whole day! He entered the empty house, the pancake batter and few pancakes lay still there! The smell of vanilla essence brought back her memories!

It was the worst day of his life! The call came through on the way home! The cops called him and summoned him to the police station to identify a corpse. He entered the police station and made the heaviest walk of his life through to the morgue! She hadn’t rung him the whole day! The anticipation of what he may witness next was running shivers down his spine. She was going to take the car to the grocers to buy the flour for pancakes! 

He reached the morgue, they pulled drawer no 6338 and there she lay frozen but yet at peace! They said the flour and maple syrup spread everywhere on her and the car as she hit her head in the car after a crash!  Miguel’s world shook upside down. He wanted to die himself, a myriad of emotions flew through him and his whole life with her flashed before his eyes! Silence, silence is what he felt, nerve chilling silence. 

Miguel completed the formalities and left the station. Drove to his house with more questions than ever before! He did not have the mental capacity to digest any of this! He wanted peace and yearned for the pancake that she would have made if things were normal today! 

Miguel entered the house the smell of the pancake brought back her memories.

Forever

Harmony and Evan met after 20 years. They talked, listened taking turns and also let silence do the talking. They melted within for a while reminiscent of the past, reliving the years apart in a few moments!

Evan conquered the world and Harmony grew wiser from a teenage girl to mother and a wife. Both were successful and found partners that were supportive and loving!

After several hours there was nothing to talk but the alarming thing was the chats didn’t feel the same. The companionship felt aloof and the “US” in them went missing. The more they spoke, the further apart they felt to her! Evan went through his own mental journey - partially disappointed and completely in disbelief! The one he yearned for 20 years... doesn’t feel the same... moving on seems finally an option! The next minute the teenager in him jumped, denying to let go, challenging reality from what his heart believed!

Evan being Evan, suddenly, held out his hand for Harmony to hold - this time forever! Harmony simply held her daughter in her arms, kissed Evan on the forehead and walked away - this time FOREVER!