Irregular ranting by an Irrelevant thinker

The Bridge. I look at the vast body of water flowing beneath. Its a strange sight, looking at the Sabarmati river from the middle of one of its seven bridges. It makes me realise how small I am. And how easily I'll be long dead before anyone will notice my body floating lifelessly in its currents. I take the sheet of paper out of my breast pocket, read it again, in the scorching sunlight. 'Dearest Jigna, I know you've been hurt, and won't speak to me ever again, but when you read about my death in the paper, please know then that I loved you till the end of my life and I prayed for you with my last breath.' But hope is a weird thing. I pull out my cell, dial her number. And, with a prayer, I put it to my ears. Tring tring... Tring tring... Once... Twice... Thrice... 'The number you're dialing is not responding' I hang up. I put the phone on the letter on the bridge parapet, climb over, look at the sky and mutter: &quo

I'm walking on the road, it's raining heavily, drops the size of grapes falling on my body, hitting me like bullets.  There is darkness everywhere, the only thing visible is the swinging beam of the Light-house in the distance Pointing to the sea. That's my destination, the Light-house.  I hurry through the rain, the metaled road slipping under my sneakers.  I'm not afraid, I'm definitely not afraid. Why  should I be? It was the best thing I could do, locking the room from outside while the others choked in the toxic gas. The beam completes a full circle and dazzles my eyes. The night turns  golden yellow. Almost  day-like . Suddenly there is a shrill cry,  piercing the stillness of the night. With that, strange noises start filling the air around me.  Thick, gurgling sounds, sticking to my  eardrums like hot molten wax.  I cover my head with the cape I'm  wearing, but the noises don't stop. Instead they rise in intensity. I  feel

आज हवा मेँ इतनी खूशबूएँ है क्योँ?  बिन बादल आज ये बारिशे है क्योँ?   सूना पडा था आज तक किसी कोने मेँ ये दिल,  इस दिलमे आज इतनी ख्वाहिशे है क्योँ?  रिहा हूँ यूँ तो परिँदो की तरह,  फिरभी इन निगाहों की बँदिशे है क्योँ?  कल तक था बेगुनाह ये बच्चे सा दिल,  आज ये मासूमसी साज़िशेँ है क्योँ?  आज हवामें इतनी खुशबूए है क्योँ?  कोई अनकही सी मनमें चाहते है क्योँ?  गम होता है मिलके जुदा होने मेँ हर बार,  इस गमको पाने में भी मिलती राहतेँ है क्योँ?  आदत नहीं थी अब तक जिन्हे इंतज़ार करने की,  आज इन कानों में पड़ती ये आहटेँ है क्योँ?  यूँ तो थमता नहीं वख्त किसी के कहनेपे,  फ़िर ये छोटी छोटी ईबादतेँ है क्योँ?  आज हवा मेँ इतनी खूशबूएँ है क्योँ?  बिन बादल आज ये बारिशे है क्योँ?

. .         "SPACE" "MOM, I'm grown up now, I need some space", I yelled angrily one day when I was 19. From that day she stopped asking where I went, whom I met, what I did. I blossomed in the new found freedom. I dated a guy,fell in love, got married and filed a divorce when I was 36. It was when I asked my daughter, now 18,  "who was that guy on the bike? She shouted, "PLEASE MOM, I need some space." . It hurt...

ख्वाबोँमें परछाइयाँ इधर भी है उधर भी ।  बेतुकी कहानियाँ इधर भी है उधर भी॥ बस फासलेँ है ये और कुछ नहीं । मख़मली तनहाइयाँ इधर भी है उधर भी॥ कौन कहता है, जल्दबाज़ी की हमने? सोच की गहराईयाँ इधर भी है उधर भी ॥ कुछ राज़ तो है जो कह नहीं सकते ।  कुछ बेताबीयाँ इधर भी हैं उधर भी ॥ ख्वाबोँमें परछाइयाँ इधर भी है उधर भी । चुपचाप किलकारीयाँ इधर भी है उधर भी । कैसे जान पाए क्या छूपा कमबख्त दिलमें? बातोँमेँ नरमाइयाँ इधर भी है उधर भी ।  खामोश मनमें बैठे बैठे कभी गूँजती शहनाईयाँ इधर भी है उधर भी ॥ .............................. ...