City of my dream

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How would you design the city of the future?

It should be peaceful

Full of love

Roads and building

may be added too

…

In the alleys

Without fear

You should be allowed

To roam free without a shoe

…

There should be a stream

Clean and blue

Full of gurgling water

Flowing happily through

…

Friends on each corner

Is a must

A few places to drink

And some to eat too

…

In the city

Of my dream

Everyone should live fully

And let others live too

Writing is the purest expression

What do you enjoy most about writing?

Writing

Is a conversation

With your self

It happens in your mind

And is poured on a page

There is no one in between

None is hearing and responding

What you write can be re-written

Unlike what is spoken

What you write is ‘read’ later

And reactions which lie in future

Doesn’t interfere with the writing

So only thing that interferes

with your writing

Are your inhibitions

And your limitations

So it’s the purest form of

External expression

Other than your thoughts

In your memories

What do you love about where you live?

तुम्हारी बाहों में

तुम्हारी साँसों में

रहता हूँ

ऐसी और कोई जगा नहीं

जहाँ रहना चाहता हूँ

हाँ हर वक्त

तेरी यादों में रहना चाहता हूँ

I passed through them

What positive emotion do you feel most often?

I can feel sad

Yet kind of feel happy about it

I can be happy

Yet feel guilty for the same

I can feel mad at someone

And yet feel relieved, that I didn’t

I am feel lonely sometimes

And at the same time

feel calm

So it’s a mixed bag

A potpourri

Each leaving its aroma

Not sure which one is positive

It’s an emotion

It only stays a short while

Till it mutates to the next

I met many on my trail

I passed through them all

Celebrating freedom

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It’s approaching midnight

My tryst with destiny

Is a day old

We have been free

A full day 

And I wonder

What has changed?

Maybe I will know later

There are many more

Freedoms to fight for

There are shackles still

That cling and cripple

Not many seen

As of now 

I am proud

And I know 

I am on the path

To freedom

Isn’t that something to celebrate

So cheers 🫡🫡

The book ends…and I am yet not sleepy

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Have you ever felt the mixed feeling when the book is over.

You feel maybe it could linger with you a bit longer. But like everything else, it also must end. But you still wait for a few words more…

Another day to live…a few more hour with the beloved.

One more hug…

A last touch…

Forever yearning…

I have tried to capture that feeling in the following verses

No…these verses just poured out

हुई किताब ख़त्म 
अब कोई पन्ना नहीं बाक़ी 
सीने पर रख कर बंद किताब 
बस एक रुका हुआ 
लम्हा ही है बाक़ी 

ना अब और कुछ कहना है 
ये अब आख़िरी बात है 
बस कुछ टिमटिमाते तारे हैं
और ये अकेली रात है

Maybe I will catch the essence in English too….maybe

The book is read
There are no more pages left
The closed book lay on my chest
With the waiting moment

It waited 
For few words, more
But alas 
Those were the final words
A blank page
Is where it all ends

Now I lay there 
Eyes wide awake
Surrounded by twinkling stars
and a long sleepless night

Sleep…with eyes wide open