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The party was surely on. Some with clearer objectives / motives, were through with their dinner, while some had preferred drinks. The set up was a traditional small town one. A spacious banquet hall was the venue for the occasion. The music was in place. The gentry was turned out at its best. And what everyone was waiting for, The Dance, was on.
Some were flaunting their latest moves, some were pretty happy with their traditional but limited maneuvers. Everyone was alight. The venue was populated with smart boys and beautiful girls. The smartness and beauty, were enhanced or may be augmented, for sure.
It often happens, during a dance stunt, the Circle-Concept. Sooner or later you, in the midst of your own dance, will find yourself a part of the circle. Its like a monster, it grows and it won't be satisfied until it ropes in everyone, every single one on the floor. Now, if you resist, you will be re-approached until you submit to it.
So as it was, the dance was on, in circles, of course. The flashes of some antique-performers was up an bright. I, as expected, was right at the edge of the monster circle, and she was right at the center, for obvious reasons. It was like epi-center thing. And if everyone's eye and to what it was seeing, were joined to be a straight line. All such lines were to be converging at Her.
So, there was a time, my line converged at the epi-center as well. And she, then, faced me, raised her fist to her face, took out out the index finger and beckoned me. Offensive it was, that's the first thing came to mind and so I stared, conveying how I felt. And she, then smiled unapologetically. I, then started my walk towards her, making my way through the crowded circle. And as I stood in front of her, yet again, she smiled, and said, "So, you know how to dance". I said, "Well, lets see". Contrary to the mood and probably to her expectation as well, I just held her palm and placed the other one on her waist. I precisely don't know how long it lasted, but as it ended...the music was still loud, but everyone was almost still, the circle too was in place, perfectly in shape, and in the center, it was just two of us. "Thanks for the dance", I uttered, and made my way back to the edge of the circle.
जो ढूँढा तुमको...
तो पाया खुद को...
जो जाना तुम्हे...
तो जाना खुदको...!
जब देखा तुमको...
तब देखा, पहली बार...
जो अब देखता हूँ, बिन देखे...
तो दूर तक, बस एक भीड़ नज़र आती है...
और नज़र आते हैं, वो दोनों...
अलग से, फिर भी भीड़ में...!
यह जो तुम्हरा मेरा लगता है...
अब यह बढ़ता नहीं...
कहीं जाता भी नहीं...
बस भीतर-ही-भीतर...
घर करता जाता है....!
एक मधुर धुन सी लगती हो...
फिर जो कोई एक बात कहती हो...
तो साज़ भी अगर हो...
तो जैसे गुनाह हो...!
जाना था, और माना भी था...
की, समय कभी नहीं रुकता...
पर अब जाना....
कभी-कभी वोह भी है रुकता...
कभी-कभी वोह भी है झुकता ...!
लगता है बंधा-बंधा सा...
और कभी संकरा...
और कभी कच्चा ...
जब भी इन शब्दों के लपेट में...
तुमको कुछ भी कहता हूँ...
पर तुमसे कहूं, लगे की जैसे,
खुद से ही कहता हूँ,
इसिलीये बस कह देता हूँ...!
इसी दिए के बाती और लौ...
तुमसे ही रौशन...
तुमसे ही कारन...!
With you,
I go places,
With you in my dreams,
They become omnipresent,
and take me far and long,
sometimes to long-lost forlorn,
and at times to the hustle-bustle.
I sit atop, and find you...
in the clouds, in the mountain wind,
in the depths of forsaken pristine valley,
in the heights of immovable mountains,
Perhaps and may be, I find you at will...!!
Everywhere I go,
my fingers entwined into yours,
they never let go...
I sit atop,
A shiny, shapely, melancholy dew,
with a remarkable sensitivity,
in an altogether different tandem with gravity,
as close as to defy it...
glides and precipitates on me,
I watch it for long,
and then I smile,
as I see you in there,
The arms unfold,
the head is thrown up and back,
so that I could see you up there,
all over...everywhere...!
I am pulled to the ground,
and I oblige, most willingly,
Lie unwind-ed, yet engulfed in you...
And I remain...and you remain,
Right there, Right then.
तेरे साथ में,
क्या कहें हम,
बारिश से हो गए हैं,
की जब होती है...
तो बस वही होती है...
गर जो नहीं होती है...
तो भी एक आस होती है...!
तुम्हे ढूंढे,
की खुद को ढूंढे,
आलम ये है अब,
की आईने में भी,
तुझसे ही गुफ्तगू होती है...!
Every night...
Night after night...
Getting sleep, became...
Finding sleep, and then...
Finally buying sleep.......!
Not long ago...
I used to find sleep...
No sooner I thought of it..!
But with time...
It became demanding...
I had to make efforts to find it...!
The first thing...
The very first thing...
That comes to my mind, before sleep...
Is the slideshow of the high-points of the day...
Unless, there is a one, which is too bad to avoid...!
If the flashes are beautiful...
I certainly do not mind reliving them...
With a few minor adjustments in the "time-space" set up...!
These first things...
Are never constant...
They certainly change...
Most certainly, every night...
And there have been occasional...
Guest appearances of tension and anxiety...!
But one thing...
Has never changed...!
The last thing...
The very last thing...
That comes to my mind, before sleep...
After which there is nothing, I can think of...
Its You...!!
Be there..!!
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