The coloured divide.

To some I am beautiful,
Some just like me,
for some, its a mere utility,
and for some, it just doesn't matter.

But conclusively, its just their perception..
which they unassumingly, try to align with my existence.

I, hinged, to a support...(every-one has one)
unfurl myself..cascade down..express myself.

I have two worlds on my either sides,
I am the divide..

I have my hues..
I have my shades..
I have my ripples,
I have my riddles,

I reflect,
I deflect,
and I absorb.

I can hide,
I can show,
I can guide,
I can obstruct.

With air I can create magic..
I can swell, I can swirl..

I can hide you..
You can hold me..
I can, just be touched..!!

I be unfurled or roped...
I'll be there, till I be replaced,
with just another Curtain..!!

Yes Please...!!

Yes, is important.
For us and for our lives.

On first thoughts,
One could imagine, that one's life, is pretty much determined by the Yes'es one has earned, and for all practical purposes, Yes'es are more celebrated and cherished.

So, with this pretext, when I look back, in life, and the farthest I could see, is I pleading my mother to buy me the "police-like-dress", which if bought, would have defied the very logic of buying dresses, notwithstanding the strength of my desire to posses it.Of course, it was a No, and an emphatic one !

Next, was my proposition of buying me a bicycle, supposedly, to commute to school, but the geographical proximity of my home to the school, facilitated another heart-breaking No.

And, yes, all these No's were adequately substantiated with logic and reason.

And today, I can't help but attribute it all to my current thought process and general reasoning, thankfully.

Seemingly, the whole journey has been fraught with No's, may be that would explain the celebration of Yes'es.

:- There were No's for Dairymilks, Parley-G's, Cornetto's, GIGO's, Mario, Super- Commando Dhruv's and Nagraaj's, the He-Man, Ducktails, Uncle Scrooz, and even Shaktimaan wasn't spared. I have also had No's for movies, cricket, (playing or watching).

:-Then there were weird No's to visit the roof or even the balcony, I sure could never reason them out.

Its funny, there was a time, when I knew, I had a 'No' coming up, but I, still... would not hesitate in exercising my right to express...:)

:-Then there was a crystal clear No' for the "The Guitar". ( I was in my teen when DDLJ happened.)
:-A similar No, for a bike. ( I wasn't too old when DHOOM happened.)

:-Spoken No's for friends and birthday parties.
:-Unspoken No's, when I used to hover around the central table in the "drawing-room" and guests being served all kinds of delicacies.

:-I have had loud No's, standing beside an asleep friend, with a bucket of water.
:-The quiet No's were many in number, post exams..!!, short lived, though.
:-Well mannered and diplomatic No's after interviews.
:-The "self-served" No's, courtesy, one's principles, morals or fears, may be..!

They were always around.
They are the milestones, they are the grooves, which probably shape one's life,
and on them depends the final hue.

Today as I look back, I can't imagine myself without them.
I am, in hundred gathered sense of the word, grateful to them.

No, Thank you...!!

ले चल ..

मै बादल , तू है हवा..
तुझसे ही है मेरी हर राह..
तुझसे ही है मेरा जहां रवा-रवा...!

तू जो ठहरे, तो मेरे पास..
तू जो चले तो मै तेरे साथ..

न तेरा रंग, न मेरा रंग..
न मेरा अंग, न तेरा अंग..
फिर भी दोनों, सदा है संग..!

ये जो तेरा-मेरा है व्यवहार..
उसी से होती धूप, उसी से है बहार..
पर हम दोनों इससे अनजाने..
भले ही कितने हो इसके मायेने..!

जो मै करता तेरी सवारी..
फिर होती धूप-छाओं की कालाबाजारी..
किसी को न दिखता यह खेल हमारा..
किसी को न बूझता यह प्रेम हमारा..!

हर दिन करती मुझको नया तू..
हर दिन ले जाती नई राह तू..
तुझ बिन क्या होता मै..
बस आकाश का एक पत्थर..
निर्जीव, अवरुद्ध और नश्वर..!