Juilet Dies

Often I wonder whether I have got the definition of love right.
I guess you define love with your first encounter of unrepressable emotions and flowing hormones.When it doesent matter if you have to compromise on things like self respect and mental balance.I guess love is a kind of a madness .The helpless juliet as she sits next to the corpse of her beloved Romeo is the perfect expression of love at its majestic bloom.The inky oblivion above is a mute spectator to the death of hope and emotion.
As helpless as the beauty beneath its wings.
Drops of stars trail down sparkling with the intensity of pain that is shooting in the bosom of the fair lady.The night is accusing itself of causing its sinister shadow of darkness to envelope the light of love.A fight for togtherness,a battle nearly won and then lost to that fatal moment.
When love is shown a mirror.
She realises that her reflection is nothing,but a mysty shadow of nothingness.
She stands there searching for love to stare back at her hold her gaze and take her on a walk on a bed of roses.Where reason stands still and hope takes a flight of fantasy.Standing there till her legs go numb and her heart beats with a intensity that threatens to steal her breath from her cold numb frame. But wait she must till the end of eternity and even then the warmth of love will evade her.Her gaze is turning into a rock and her expectations are being captured in her glistening body.They are expensive diamonds her dreams.
There she will stand forever lost in yesterday evading today and forgetting tommorrow.
Can there be a hell greater than the one in which she rots now.Where she cant live nor can she die.A situation that is written in books and essays lives in the life of the one who loves.Is there not any penance that lifts this veil of turmoil from her life,I will walk till the corners of the earth and cross the seven seas.If only my love holds my hand once again and looks into my eyes and professes love eternal.Let my heart skip a beat once again,let me want to live in his arms forever, let me feel his heart beat next to mine dancing to the rythum of its beat.Let him hold me in his arms and let me die in contentment.
Alas I stand looking into a empty glass frame.With bitterness seeping into my soul.Slowly dissolving into my inner being and transforming the sweetness into a potion of hatred and destruction.The process is leisurely,taking it own time slowly rubbing the ingredients of pain into every opening in the soul The burning sensation murders every expectant flower of feeling and lays it to rest on the shoulder of hope.There she stands stripped of every garment of blush and bloom,shivering in the cold of loneliness,a icey breeze sends her gasping for breath and she tries to bring some warmth from the recesses of memory when she was basking in red and pink.The picture is very hazy and the face distant.
The colour of love is hers finally as it escapes her body and spills into her palms,
looking into the glassy eyes of her life she finds her dreams fly on a rainbow as the coldness is replaced by the warmth of the nectar of life as she sprays
it on her concrete frame infusing the blue with vivacious red.

As you lie in my arms,
A sigh escapes my lips,
A hope of tommorrow dies in todays dreams,
If you could just live for a moment more,
I would die in your love and live in eternity forever more.

Realization

what do you do when you are standing at that point of your life where there are no crosroads.You can see just one road that goes on forever.
You stand there staring at the dirt track hoping that by some miracle there is a small track that opens up and you have the hope of seeing yourself walk on a path other than the one in front of you.Seconds tick away and you can feel the dust slowly climbing over you like termites.You realise that its either disintegrate into nothingness or start walking towards a destiny you dont believe in.The choice between the body and soul is a difficult one.
Most of the time the choice is not yours.You dont have the strength to take that kind of a decision.Its taken for you.All that is left with you is a question the answer to which is sought by every human who goes through the realization of pain.A essence that is born out of the helplessness of man.

Kal Aur Aj Ki Kashmakash

Kabhi lagta hai ki zindagi aj hai,
Phir thodi der mein khyal ata hai ki kal bhi hai,
aus ki boondon mein suraj ka chamakna,
lahron ka ake phir laut jana,
do pal ki zindagi hoti hai has kar chal deti hai,
jhod jati hai aj ko jo aj ko kal ki himat dati hai,
har pal jo kal mein shamil hota hai apni hakeekat
bhoolane ki koshish karta hai,
hakeekat thak ke har jati hai apni arzu se,
zindagi ki jeene ki khwaish se,
shayad kal aj pe hawi nahin hoga kal ki arzu aj ko mita nahin degi,
dard ki pukar aj mein ghol na degi,
ehsas hai sirf khamoshi ka, andheri gheraiyon ka,
choote choote dam kyon tod rahi hai,
hame bulakar sath kyon jhod rahi hai.,
andhere ache lagte hai hai apni kokh mein hamein cheepa late hain,
janam lena jhahti hoon in andheron se,
cheer ke nikalna chahti hoon in ghehraiyon se,
phir kal se thodi si bheekh mang raha hai jeene ke liye thodi si dua mang raha hai.
khoon ka dariya ban rahi hai hakeekat,
asoonyon se bheeg raha hai daman,
kuch aur boondein baki hai girne mein,
us lal rang ko aur bhi gehra bananeki chahat mein.

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