You need to give life a chance, in order to live it.
He noticed his uncut, uneven nails dark on the ends with dirt. He observed how ugly the nail of his little toe was, minuscule and just unattractive. His faded blue paragon chappals reminded him about how long it had been since he went to the market to purchase any footwear, which was astonishing for him given the exertion he subjected them to everyday. He liked those faded blue chappals, though he had a pair of black ones at home too. But they weren’t just the same as them. In his lost thoughts, he was interrupted by a sweaty man standing behind him,
‘Will you move ahead? Where are you lost man?’
Clutching his old brown bag to his chest he took two steps ahead in the line. He pulled an ironed white handkerchief out of his left pocket and wiped his forehead with it. He felt kind of breathless standing there, surrounded by impatient office people, who after their tiring shift in the day were desperate to withdraw money from the ATM and leave for home. He looked at all their feet. Brown dusky leather shoes, mustard wedge sandals with orange ends, dark red cotton slippers with black stripes, black shining belles with powdered dirt over it. They all spoke of the distance their owners covered each day.
Two men similar to his age, standing in his front began ranting,
‘What did we just end up doing? Sir, you bet that this man would change India. All he’s done with this move is that he’s created more lines for us to stand in. As if there were any lesser before’.
He couldn’t understand where to look anymore. The constant rattling wasn’t appealing to him. He took out his cellphone for a few minutes and texted a few replies to unread messages that came in the day. He wanted to leave the line and just be somewhere else, anywhere else but there.
But he stayed there. For he had to buy white sneakers for his son’s sports day. The promise kept him bonded to the line.
Suddenly his neck began aching, and the weight of his body felt too heavy for him to stand anymore. The sight of dirty feet, the footwear they were in and the ground they were upon. wasn’t as entertaining to him anymore. He looked at people around, all walking or standing, looking at one another, or below, or at the ATM or their phones, some in their wallets, some at other women as they walked by and some with their eyes on the verge of shutting. And. he looked above.
There they were, within the peaceful blue shade of the sky like speckles of cotton attached in a painting. Soft, subtle, calm as a river, serene as silence. Just there, unaffected by the dilemmas that were occurring down here. They didn’t care, they didn’t bother. They were just being. And more time he spent looking at them, he realized they weren’t still, they were moving too. And the thoughts in his mind suddenly became slow and his breath came in sync themselves with clouds.
The man behind shouted again, ‘Dude, are you high? Move dammit.’
He took two steps forward.
As dreams ran on street,
With no floor for enough to walk.
I felt the underlying pain of one
As he struggled to pave way for himself across the road.
And in the city of unknowns, for a moment
I didn’t feel alone.
Ever been in love,
That felt more than right
Gave you an ache in heart
Each time, it looked far in sight?
Such love, whose eyes
Glittered brighter than sunlight
Whose idiocy never seemed to you
A love that’s gone so far
That you have forgotten that time
Of an indelible walk, you took
Alone on that Sunday night?
A time when you just lived each day
To see her merry and thrived
Remember the time, it took you to get over
The feeling that kept you in tears, being deprived?
The ridiculous reasons you came up with
To witness that melting smile
Never thought you’ll move ahead,
But you did, didn’ t you, and kept going just fine?
Was it the lack of touch, or the time
That never bothered about, what was left behind
You lost all contact and began striding
A new life that came to your way, you started to abide
Now it’s been so long,
Since you saw her deep black eyes,
You can’t remember a thing,
The time took care, of the ache inside.
But you wonder, why still she
Sometimes shows up, in your late night dreams
She’s been gone so long, so far away
But she’s somehow still there, like a hazy souvenir
And you still wonder, what would you do
If came across her someday, on an afternoon
On the opposite platform, waiting for the train,
While you are as usual, running late?
Would you make the effort,
And shout out loud
Make for the time you two lost,
A conversation you dreamt of so long?
Or would you just see her
And just see her some more
Honor the distance between
Like an ocean, you can’t cross?
Maybe you’ll catch that train,
And leave her on that shore,
Of a story that never happened
Figment of your imagination, it was of course.
You thought she left,
But now you know she never will,
Unlike the memories, it’s the warmth of the first love
That stays, for you to timelessly adore and cherish.
For the first love, that makes you smile. Once in a while.
The words rising within
Losing their fortitude
The growing anger relishing the pain
I see your eyes shouting out loud
Afraid for doom to bide
And bring the worlds to collide
The silence maintaining a balance
Requisite for peace to thrive
But is the peace being threatened
By neglecting the ringing chide
Your silence, and avoidance
Silently burying freedom in denial
The ring will stop,
Once the other side loses its time
For your reluctance
Will cost you a repent of a lifetime
And in the end,
Winning against all odds,
Beating every dubious assumption,
He picked the call.
Whisper of the waves
Isn’t as loud with blather
Laud of endless oceans
Enshrouded by chatter
Hush, don’t talk
Stay shush and listen
The one beyond that skyline,
It’s saying something.
Taught as we talked
Held the hand, as we walked
Told to dream as high,
Don’t fret in case you fell by.
For I shall be here, looking over
Will catch you, else see you fly and hover
The same words now took a turn,
Ask to mute, left to yearn.
Fly alone, caged the dreams,
No regret, no try to see,
The weeping kid who was made to believe,
Glorious tales of courageous men made to relive.
Unstoppable by any force on way,
Now battling with the same faith.
Told to dream as high, said
Looking at the same love now, in dread.
She found life too patiently easy
Though her meaning of existence was hazy
A cup of coffee, she drank just for sake
To get through each day, rouse and awake
She asked them wondering
What about it was so alluring
Just a beverage to stay up, all it was for her
That people craved for no reason, that much
Then it hit her,
Maybe something was wrong
Though ingredients on point
What if the pattern’s not strong
She ran the milk in the mixer
Set it separate, to let the froth hover
Heated the water, to the coffee in mug
Added cocoa in it, for a splendid touch
Emptied the hot milk over the mix
Into the mug, like art on a fix
Stirred the sugar as it melted in whirl
Ending with froth over the rising swirl
As she sipped it, she found love
The relentless seek for meaning was done
For now she knew life has ingredients all the same
Matters how they are proceeded with, that determines the taste.
For the love of coffee and its connoisseurs.