I have fallen in love with places.

So the day drowns. I bubble blue songs at that fading yellow dot. It always reminds me of your smile.
I search that smile as I look at my palm holding these limpid crystals of snow.
Snow melts, I fear. Still I sit with faith on these logs talking to these shivering leaves, like we had known one another long ago.
I have fallen in love with people.
I have fallen in love with places.
Photograph clicked at: Jammu and Kashmir, India.

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The day I die..

Dear God,
I still believe you exist.
I still am alive. 
And
I will still make every effort to go on,
to stay pure, and
away from hatred.

Please don't let my faith in you and humankind shatter.
The day that happens, I die.

No court to appeal

It is not that it died.

I know it had to.

For everything everyone has to one day.

Death is the truth which sustains life itself.

But that, it died so soon.

But that You killed it.

But that, I was away unaware when You did.

But that I had faith in it, faith that it would live.
Live more.

But that You killed it.

And I know no court to appeal.

FAITH.

I know.
'THEY' might not be indited
in these lines of fate
in my hands.
But My Faith in 'THEM'
and in YOU,
Shall make 'THEM' happen.

And till then,
I'll go on this way.
On this tough road.
With my Faith in You preserved.

And I know I'll win.
You'll not let me lose..

Will You???

The dawn is breaking.

"The Dawn is breaking.

And I know,

‘My star’ shall fade away soon."

I stood there, erect like a building, with my hands on the cold black iron railings of my previous corridor of my hostel. I stood there with a question. I stood there with a fear. But I stood straight this time. Straight and strong. Unlike the innumerable sleepless nights in dereliction which I had spent here. I was still sleepless, still full of uneasiness, but there was something which was guiding me now, and fixing me; an invincible power, a light, a Star… ‘My star’… It was quarter to five, three hours that I had been standing there looking at that gleaming star…

"The Dawn was breaking.

And I knew,

‘My star’ shall fade away soon."

I had spent on this corridor dark and cold nights, nights that would leave me wandering in sleeplessness and indelible fears … But last night was different.

It was heavenly.

It was mine. All mine.

It was like a miracle. A dream. A beautiful Dream.

I would run, get up from my torpor at some hour of the night and find myself at this very place of the corridor in search of one moment of peace; but I would find it not. I would look at the sky and darkness would ooze out from it. And my face had a kind of fatigue, a tormented weariness, a fear of a struggle against a thought, an idea, a moment- against something that cannot be conquered, that never rests…

But last night shone on this face, A Star. A Heavenly Star.

A Star miles away from me, still bathing me in its warmth.

As though ‘it’ had been waiting to guide me all these years. And to Love Me.

I could feel the Fire blazing in its core.

The Fire to lead this world.

The Fire to light the cosmos.

It was alone. It was dejected.

But ‘it’ was so full of Life.

And Love.

It kept guiding me all through this dark night.

Unknowingly.

Or knowingly perhaps.

But Unknowingly I was being entangled up into it.

And its light pellucid and divine.

And when it would say my name, and kept saying it in my ears;

It was peace. It was solace.

And it would touch me in my soul through its limpid light beam,

crossing light years of distance amidst us in that one ephemeral moment.

I did not ask it ever,

If it had come to shine for me forever;

If it had been waiting to guide me forever;

And to love me…

Or

If it were a meager streak of light dispersed in the cosmos some light years back;

No longer in existence;

Playing with me…

An illusion.

A verisimilitude…

I did not ask it ever….

Nor will I do...

There is faith.

There is something so beautiful.

It is pure. It is innocent. It is sacred.

It keeps me bathed in its light of joy and freedom and purity…

It is like a dream…

And now,

"The Dawn is breaking.

And I know,

‘My star’ shall fade away soon."

The dawn is breaking; a light shining through.

You're barely waken; and I'm entangled up in You...

I'm open. You're close. And I'll follow; You'll go...

I worry I won't see your face... Light up again...

And I worry If I won't hear you laugh and feel your pain...

The dawn is breaking.

And I know.

You 'My star' shall fade away soon...

But even in this new dawn, if I won't see You again;

I shall keep your light within my body, as pure as it is.

And my Faith in You preserved in my soul.

Forever.

The path is tough.

And I'm moving.

Desideratum.

So long.
I had been wandering in destitude.
Gurgling aloud.
Foaming.
Shoaling.

I knew, You had to come.
I had waited so long.

Now, I shall sleep in peace;
invisible, unstirring and calm...

Because now,
There's nothing left in the world,
but
Your inexorable gleam.
your glitter.
Your elysian charm...

YOU.
MY STAR.
MY REFUGE.
MY DESIDERATUM.

The Empty Street...

GOD HAS HIS WAYS.

For hours I had lain in a kind of a disturbed torpor and at ever-lengthening intervals, a flash of pain darted through me, like the ripples of sheet-lightning and thunder which had caused the lights of the whole of Pantnagar go out that night. It was 3:00 a: m and I woke up all of a sudden with a jerk and with my hands desperately searching for some water in that eerie darkness. As I got my bottle, I quaffed all its contents in no time. Only when the chilled water explored my guts, I realized that I was alive. My lids burnt with tears. The walls of my room began to make me feel claustrophobic and I ran out to the end of my wing, to the staircase and till I reached the window upstairs. The eerie darkness all around made me feel hysteric, and I felt like yelling out and weeping loud.

As I lifted up my liquid eyes, there before me was The empty grey street running outside the hostel.I thought that people walk on it the whole day. Lovers stroll on it and she hears what they whisper into each other’s ears. She listens to the transactions the businessmen make, to the fights between two best friends cycling over her… she listens to every one who walks on her. But, at night, when it’s dark and lonely, when people have reached their destinations, no one cares to listen what her silence speaks. No one cares to feel what lies beneath the sheet of smothered dust- that lonely heart which craves for just one listener.

“He hears me” she said.

“He?” I asked in amazement.

“ He, the vast shadowless blue sky… He listens to my silence. He knows that beneath this smothered and crampled dust lies a fire, a fire which lights the Earth’s core. I am not lonely. He too spends the whole night with me awake because He can feel my silence and because He cares…”

“You say He cares!” I exclaimed in sarcasm, “He never approaches to wipe away your tears, when you cry. He’s never there to celebrate your happiness with you. He’s so so far away…”

“Ya” she smiled. “ He never approached me to wipe away my tears. He just send the wind to do so. He never celebrated my happiness with me, He only smiled at me to tell me He was happy for me. His smile is the sunshine, the limpid bright sunshine. And when I see Him smile, it lits the candles of the answers of all the queries of my life. BUT, DOES NOT EVERY ONE HAVE THE RIGHT TO SUNSHINE?”

I kept looking at her trying to understand what she was saying.

“But, not everyone craves and prays for his smile. Not everyone is devoted to Him the way you are…” I still protested.

“But everyone has the right to it. I can’t own him. He is the vast azure sky. That’s how it’s written- ‘MAKTUB’” She whispered in an entreating tone.

“MAKTUB” I Said to myself. “It’s written” says Coelho in his novel, ‘The Alchemist’. “How true…” I thought.

“ So,” I asked her a last question, “Will it go on this way? Will God always keep you deprived of His love?”

As I said these words, the lightening and thunder increased all of a sudden and in a few moments, it began to rain heavily; as though The Sky himself wanted to answer my question.

“Look!” she said in a calm and satisfied tone, “THE FATHER TOUCHES THE LADY AND LOVES HER, AND CREATES IN HER WOMB, A MIRACLE CALLED LIFE. HE TOUCHES ME DEEP INSIDE MY SOUL, LIKE THIS THROUGH HIS TENDER RAINDROPS, AND CREATES IN MY WOMB THIS MIRACLE…”

“MIRACLE?”

“YES” She exclaimed, “THE MIRACLE, THAT I AM ABLE TO GENERATE LIFE AND SUPPORT IT. HE GIVES ME THE HONOUR OF BIENG CALLED, THE MOTHER EARTH…”

I was astonished. Speechless. Dumbfounded.It was raining heavily. The distance between the sky and the street had been filled by th raindrops. What the world calls a simple shower, is actually one of God’s noble ways that the smothered lonely soil could touch the vast mysterious sky and unite with him, so that the circle of life moves on! Really, God has his ways! And they’re beautiful.

I had got my answers. The unrest accumulating in my heart from the past so many days had finally calmed down. I walked back to my room humming these lines from one of my favourite songs-

“ Isn’t it a wonder,
That I can see, a change in me…
But I won’t go back, coz that’s behind me…
And after all, strong words are spoken,
My heart will never be, never be, never be broken…”

As I was walking on the wet street the following day for my classes, I saw a fresh green creeper emerging from the mud. I smiled and continued my journey.