Another smile!
Wind came and flew by me
asked me if I wanted to fly
I knew I did but I also knew
I had not wings to fly with her
water made waves and filled me
with awe and asked if I needed some
as my soul he knew was hurting
I remained silent I had nothing to say
a little sparrow sat by me pecking at my ring
she said she wanted my bright stones
I permitted her to dig out as many as she could
she tried and tried but fell down of fatigue
one large plank passed by me floating on waters
looked in my direction and shouted
“hey, there, want to ride on me to other shores?”
I wanted but I knew I had not the passport
a white cloud flew and rested above my head
wanted to know if he could stay longer
I thanked and told him to follow his own destiny
he smiled, waved goodbye and was gone
one pen filled with ink blue and red
sat near my fingers for ages
today needed to know if it could write
I picked and it drew on paper some syllables
my little plant from near my table looks up
sends out flavours my way
I savour with my eyes closed
a sweet smile pasted on my lips till eternity!
बस इतना ही…
घर दुनिया नहीं मेरी, दुनिया है घर मेरा,
हद-बेहद दोनों के तूफ़ाँ से गुजरना है ।…राजेश चड्ढ़ा
…that’s is always the discerning who takes it all… he/she can create the magic of being on board the wings of fanciful wind, mountaineering upon the rocking waves that come with its sapphires and jade from the ocean’s deep…there’s that childlike innocence we get introduced to …on being let into the wonderland wonderland of Pritts…
…but all pervading melancholy is sure to visit us when we gaze at all those who have been with us but with whom we could never be for more that a few predetermined (if we believe in a deterministic existence) defining moments…be it the floating plank… the petite sparrow who was permitted to do everything she willed but who too succumbed to her own fatigue…or the white cloud who tried to stay but who ‘…I thanked and told him to follow his own destiny…’
… no one can be with us till eternity…but we and we alone… one pen filled with ink blue and red…one with which to write syllables and the crimson other running through our veins…with which to keep meandering all across this life long maze…
…AMAZING PHRASING AND VISUALISING DEAR PRITTS THAT’S SURE TO STAY…
errata :read than instead of that……for more that a few predetermined (if we believe in a deterministic existence) …
Congrats …Pritpal…. You got ‘another smile’… and you shared it too.. thnxx