रिश्ते सिर्फ़ इंसानो से ही नहीं..
रास्तो और शहरो से भी होते है..
राहो पे ठोकर देने वाले उन पत्थरो से भी होते है..
हस्सी और गम के उन लम्हो..
और उन लम्हो को पनाह देनी वाली उन दीवारो से भी होते है..
पड़ोस के किराने वाले राहुल से..
हर रोज़ रोटी बनाने वाली आंटी से भी होते है..
और छोटी छोटी खुशियो में शामिल करने वाले उन अंज़नो से भी होते है..
रिश्तो का कोई नाम नहीं होता..
रिश्ते बेनाम और बेआकर होते है..
परिभाषाओ के मायाजाल से परे..
ज़िन्दगी का सार होते है रिश्ते..
Endless just endless..
What this constant craving always gave me..
The balance in a circle..
Or the sphere of my life..
Infinite my dreams..
Those constants of reality..
For reasons no apt..
We still wish to adapt..
Fools they assume..
Freedom from whom?
What's even left to defend..
Crippled by self existence..
Endless scrolling into nothingness..
Let’s imagine you were going through a rough time in life (could be a loss of a loved one, a failed relationship, a missed job opportunity). It’s been quite sometime now, nothing seems to be working..
You’re frustrated.. depressed.. you think people are not the same anymore.. You have a different perspective for every little thing in life.. You get hurt by a common argument.. The world is you’r enemy..
Now let’s say it was all a dream.. Life is still where you left it.. (it’s not completely true but let’s assume it is for now). Even though you were dreaming but your consciousness got updated somehow (entanglement might be but let’s not make assumptions here). With this new experience now your reflexes are slow as are your words. Many things that interested you before now seems senseless.. Now you’re not part of the game instead you are an observer. You don’t judge things or people they appear to be correct in their domains. You analyze the process and notes what went and why. There is no wrong or right. There is no winner, no loser.. Everything is a chance, a chance where you choose to be part of that observed reality. Now you don’t pursue the visible. Your imagination is unbounded. You are free.
It was rainy, and as usual traffic was unrealistically high in Pune.. All a mind wants is a reason to wander.. Thinking about the differences in life and the senseless chase..
we wish for a change to come but wishing is all we have done..watching the rain.. watching the cold.. spring summers.. the autumn has come.. but it’s with you my dear i see my sun.. beginning my day the world has been set free.. turning sensitive to insensitive, sense to no sense is all they plea.. waiting for these monotonous voices to fall into silence.. using chemicals to calm down the violence.. It wasn’t so easy to fell a prey.. 21st century religion and faith to betray..