But You Promised… April 21, 2012Posted by Akriti Bahal in Death, Depression, Fear, Feelings, Fiction, Heartbreaks, Love.
The day had come, the time had reached
When she, first, outreached.
Standing at the verge of the cliff,
Was a tiny little bird
Scared to fly, scared to glide under the sky
Covering her midriff.
Her mother pacified her,
Spreading together her wings,
Asked her to trust the world.
“Believe in the sky,
For it is your haven;
It will always succor you
Whenever you feel you’re lost
In the dense ocean of the mavens.”
She took her first flight,
Tough in trembles,
But mainly to show her mother
That she was old enough,
Independent, without any struggle.
She finally began trusting the sky
She glided and fluttered, without any shy.
She limned patterns and traced movements,
But, maybe her joy wasn’t meant to last more than moments.
There came an Eagle, long eyeing the puny bird,
Clenching her in her mouth, and scampered.
But, soon after, a plucky bird came in the way,
Acted a knight, and salvaged her from the serrated cage.
Injured and wounded,
But, under the knight’s protection and care
She gradually learned to trust the sky again, here.
One day she voiced to the sky,
“Please don’t break my trust this time,
I wouldn’t be able to bear it this time.”
The sky promised to keep her safe,
It was her only harbor, away from any strafe.
The bird swung and flew merrily, gliding through the air,
And two years passed with a single stair.
Now, it was time for her to teach a callow bird
What her mother taught,
Sitting on the same cliff with thought.
Her mother’s thought, her knight’s thought, the sky’s thought.
A fierce bullet shot her chest,
She lay in blood, struggling with her last breaths.
She groused in pain,
More than that from the shot,
At the sheet of trust being broken again.
She groused in pain, to the sky,
“But, you promised…”
बोल तू.. April 12, 2012Posted by Akriti Bahal in Fear, Feelings, hindi poem, Sad.
One song that describes my feelings all in one go. Sometime, songs understand you better than even your own soul.
जब जब दर्द का बादल छाया
जब ग़म का साया लहराया
जब आंसू पलकों तक आया
जब यह तनहा दिल घबराया
हम ने दिल को यह समझाया
दिल आखिर तू क्यूँ रोता है ?
दुनिया में यूँ ही होता है
यह जो गहरे सन्नाटे हैं
वक़्त ने सबको ही बांटे हैं
थोडा ग़म है सबका किस्सा
थोड़ी धुप है सबका हिस्सा
आँख तेरी बेकार ही नाम है
हर पल एक नया मौसम है
क्यूँ तू ऐसे पल खोता है
दिल आखिर तू क्यूँ रोता है ?
And, few lines that always succeed to alleviate me when even I fail to advocate myself.
~ Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (2011)
दिल में उमंग उठती नहीं
जब बार बार ये मन रोता है |
शब्दों के फूटने से पहले ही
जब आँखों में पानी जो होता है |
दिल कहता है बोल तू
सारी निराशा को पीछे छोड़ तू..
अब ज़ख्मों का निशान नहीं बचा
अब दर्द का एहसास नहीं बचा
काली खायी में
सन्नाटे की परछाई में
अब डर नहीं लगता
कहने को है अँधेरा
पर लगता है वहीँ बसेरा |
फिर भी दिल तू कहता है, बोल तू?
सारी निराशा को पीछे छोड़ तू?
Although, this poem stays incomplete, because in life some hope remains obsolete.
~ A page from my diary
Dated – January 11, 2012
Fear -> Happiness -> Love -> Fear March 16, 2012Posted by Akriti Bahal in Fear, Feelings, Fiction, Happiness, Life, Love, Sad.
·•♦ तीजा तेरा रंग था मैं तो
तीजा तेरा रंग था मैं तो
जिया तेरे ढंग से मैं तो
तू ही था मौला तू ही आन
मौला मेरे ले ले मेरी जान | ♦•·
What is fear?
You say fear is the unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. Very well agreed. I know I experience fear every night when I hear eerie voices coming from the other room, which is in fact, empty. When I see abrupt moving figures or a glimmer of light in the deceased hours of the night. When I’m inches away from being hit by a car, only because I couldn’t gather my thoughts fast enough, as someone *threatened* to slay me.
Well, but can’t fear be innocuous? Or maybe engendered due to love for someone? Moreover, can’t fear be titled as a precursor for surfeit of emotions? (And I mean positive and happy emotions.)
With this, my definition for fear differs a little. I say fear is the feeling that a little child has at the incipience of his stepping out, feeling that he will lose his mother. And this fear engenders true emotions, when it is proven wrong each time he returns. Fear is the feeling that a girl about losing her love, and maybe, fear is also the feeling that the guys feel at the very reference of commitment. (Okay, well, I have no more examples. Period.)
What is real happiness?
You say happiness is a state of mind or feeling characterized by contentment, love, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy. Well then, you got me wrong. I asked about *real* happiness. I think *real* happiness is the feeling when you see some other person smiling because of you. When you put your incubuses aside only because someone else needs to have a smile. When you’re altruistic enough to do so.
So, according to me real happiness is the feeling characterized by the *real* happiness of another person, and his satisfaction leads to your contentment, satisfaction, pleasure and joy.
But, can this happiness be pernicious or the cause of ruin? Yes, it can. Because in this suspicious world, selfless means fishy and caring about someone means meddlesome.
What is love?
Google tells me, love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment. I think Google too has no lucid explanations for it. You say love is… What? You tell me? Because for this one, I too have no definition.