We met one dark (K)night. it must have been breezy, i don't remember anything about moon though..nevertheless, the night was beautiful as in the James blunt song-a night that wasn't really with you..On that breezy night, as i was waiting for a train on a desolate platform,i realized that i will never be with her again..All through the day, i had kept my fists tightly clenched, tight and tense, in way that i had learned in brick-brake class. There came the moment, as i tried to flick my hair away from my eyes, my fists startled me.they had melted, metamorphosed into a beautiful stone, they had turned cold- red and white,they had let go of all i wanted to hold as a souvenir.
I felt a shiver of happiness run down my spine, I felt my jaws relax, i saw a smile on my face as my stone-hands dropped back. i knew i was free..
I saw her form walking away,hair caught in breeze, playing along, I figured she was waiting for the same train.i felt an intense longing to follow her, prudence didn't allow me to..but i couldn't help staring at her..
naaz ada,andaazon se ab hay pilana dor hua
ab to kar deti hai keval farz adaayi madhushala..
I recollected this couplet by Harivansh ra bachchan as started to walk back towards my solitary bench
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they had melted, metamorphosed into a beautiful stone, they had turned cold- red and white,they had let go of all i wanted to hold as a souvenir.....
ReplyDeleteheartache....immense and intense
liked the post for the beauty of its truth if i may say so