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Que Sera, Sera'- 'Whatever will be, will be'

Surbhi was born to illustrious parents, both successful in their respective fields. She had always been a bright girl and because of the atmosphere at home, the focus on academics was always the  first and foremost. She had got an excellent score in Grade ten and had chosen Science as her stream. She kept on performing well and sailed through Grade twelve as well. She got through the college of her dreams, AIIMS and for the time being, life was on a roll.   Though the going was smooth, yet there was this thing she had grown up listening to and that was:"I want to settle in life". She completed her M.D. and opened her own clinic in a posh locality. Needless to say, very soon she had a thriving practice. By now settling down meant getting married and raising a family. Five years down the line, this was also done.   But Surbhi had this need to settle more.She now needed to have a house of her own, which had not been possible till now.As she started to loo...
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मेरा वक़्त आना है बाकी

गुज़रा कल मुझे ना समझो, मेरा वक़्त आना है बाकी, 'आज' मैंने अपनी रातों को सूरज किया है आने वाला तुम्हारा 'कल' भी मेरा होगा मेरी घड़ी की मरम्मत है थोड़ी बाकी। बुझी राख मुझे ना समझो कुछ चिंगारी है बाकी, शहर तुम्हारा भी, होगा रोशन, मेरे ही औज़ से, अधूरे ख्वाबो की, धधकती ज्वाला है बाकी। आँख के पानी को बेबसी ना समझो, इक बूंद छलका कर, हर घाव भर लेने की, मेरी तैयारी! सिर्फ अपना भविष्य नहीं बनाना मुझे, इतिहास बनाने की कोशिशे जारी। रखना समझा कर अपनी लहरों को ., खुद को दरिया समझने वाले! मैं सागर सी गहरी। ना समझो इसे मेरा बचपना हर लफ्ज़, हर सांस की ताकत का आईना, लेकिन हूँ शांत अभी गली-गली, कूचे-कूचे पर,  अपना नाम उकेर देने की,   मैं कर रही तैयारी!!!

TEA WITHOUT SUGAR

These days I take my tea without sugar,  And I like the music turned down low.  I have less appetite for small talk,   And I like books that are short but truthful.  I love you but I don’t want to own you.  When you’re gone, I will miss you But not too much;  I start shows on Netflix and abandon them.  I look up at the sky and am transfixed.  I look also at the banyan tree’s roots  On some nights while going home;  The roots hanging long and still,  Like a sleeping woman’s hair   Hanging off of the edge of the bed.  I have less and less to say to people.  I tune into silence with alacrity,  Like it’s a preferred radio station.  I am casting off old darlings  One by one; sugar, sound, drama.  “Well, dear, life is a casting off.  It was always that way.”  I remember those lines  From an Arthur Miller play.  Am I ge...