
This profound question reverberates me
#JusJoJan
#randomthoughts
#profoundquestions
This profound question reverberates me
#JusJoJan
#randomthoughts
#profoundquestions
Laden by baggage
Obscured by the pretences
I no longer me
#WDYS
क्यों
ये कैसा सवाल है
इसका क्या फ़ायदा है
क्यों
पूछें है ये सब
ऐसा क्या क़ायदा है
क्यों
याद करें
वो जो हो गया है
क्यों
ढूँढें
जो खो गया है
क्यों
कहें मन की
किसने सुना है
क्यों
मायूस हों
हुआ ही क्या है
क्यों
ये कैसा सवाल है
इसके कई जवाब है
क्यों
ना जी लें
जो अपनी ज़िंदगी हैं
Connecting flights
With adequate time to spare
Flight warned of a layover
But promised the lowest fare
Wondering what to do
While i had some extra time
Why not use the lounge
And I guess it was fine
Took some time
to spot the coordinate
And some more time to
Gather the courageous state
In the line I stood
My expression calm
Shuffling with the many cards
Without raising the alarm
The counter lady
Exhibited an uneasy patience
My expression switched to worry
Dropping all pretence
She was paid to help
And help is what she did
She picked the needed plastic
And in the slot she promptly slid
The buzz on my cellphone
Told me the deal was done
For a few hours, I was the king
And this lounge was my kingdom
The elation was short lived
For there were many heir apparent
Many occupied the throne
While others waited, standing reverent
The line for the snacks was long
For the food was free
I Was drawn to the bar instead
glittering liquid my lips could see
I asked the bartender for the menu
He informed, the drinks were not free
Had to keep my face straight
As I wondered, to be or not to be
The economic situation
was filled with ample deficit
So with averted eyes
I staged a wise retreat
In line of the edibles
I quietly merged in
Polite customers
Ignored my innocent sin
Soon as we scrapped
the bottom of the receptacle
The line became one
In the screaming spectacle
We were entitled
And we will get our due
Hungry or not
We were ready to sue
To the desperate explanation of crew
The waiting line was rude and curt
For it was not the stomach
But the pride, that was deeply hurt
The fight was long drawn
Raged by the spirited few
I stayed in the fighting ranks
Nodding affirmation on leaders cue
For those who remained
in the end were rewarded
To obtain a respectable truce
A drink at the bar was meekly awarded
I walked back to the bar
the revolt had since died
Proudly claimed my drink
Which I was earlier denied
With the spirits in my belly
My head felt light
Eventually, after a fruitful layover
I boarded my next flight
Rays of the sun broke through the morning mist which was thicker this morning. The spores were ready for it. They were in preparation since what seemed eternity. The ash had descended slowly and surely once the mushroom had disintegrated. The flash was blinding, as blind as the fingers that pressed that button. Revenge and human nature was the recipe of destruction beyond human capacity and imagination. The arsenal kept for that eventuality was unleashed. The spores were the final hope for the living. The sunshine riding on the human hope released the spores. The life would begin again.
#99WordStory
Saluting the flag
Head held high
Pride surging through the veins
Expressing through moist eyes
Sun shining on Upturned faces beaming faces adding brilliance
Hearts beat in rhythm
Resonating with the millions
Band plays the anthem
Wind flutters through the fabric
For ‘we the people’
Are celebrating the republic
She is bound and safe
Warm cloak of expectation
She is a bit cold
#haiku
#tankatuesday
There
I reach
At the last few pages
Close to where
The book would end
Where it no longer
will hold in its cover
A story unread
For me
Forever
There
in those last few pages
I stop
There I close the book
Dog eared
at the last unread page
To be read later
But never to be ended
Just to linger at the end
Forever
#haiku