Patience 27-05

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I had written a small Patience 02-04 last year,when India had won the Cricket World Cup. Well, this one is for KKR’s IPL Win.

Patience has won.

1) Patience of one Jaques Kallis – Perhaps the best all rounder of modern cricket. In all formats of the game. Stats peak for themselves. Belonging  to a powerful South African Cricket team, who has missed on World Cups,ICC Knockouts,T20 WorldCups and what not. Only patience can get such a man going. And it did. Master knock that made them win the IPL5.

2) Patience of one Vijay Dahiya – Long domestic career, followed by a short stint with the Indian National Team. Ups and Downs in a career that can break anyone. But not this man. Took up the charge of KKR as assistant coach. The mental strength the KKR  boys show today speak tons about his hard work over the past few months. His patience lets him taste success today.

3)  Patience of one Shakib Al Hasan – Coming from a difficult,young Bangladesh, looking promising from the word GO! This man has single-handedly led the Bangladesh Cricket team to several wins. Best ODI all rounder by ICC. At times, his outstanding performance also would not allow him the taste of a big tournament’s win. Well, this man did all he could this season of IPL and the result is right there. Patience won!

4) Patience of one  SRK, on Juhi Chawla Mehta, one Jay Mehta – 3 seasons of utter despair. A playoffs loss last season and bashing in the first innings today. Nothing but patience sees you through such tough times.

And then the patience of fans,the team and supporting staff, supporting their team through 5 years of thick and thin. Kudos!

Patience indeed is an important virtue of life. Patience can perhaps bring you what even prayers cannot.

Afresh

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As I oscillate between melancholy and euphoria,
Broken pieces of shattered dreams all around,
I have begun to walk.

Pieces of past puncture the veins of my feet,
I look at the future with closed eyes,
Scared to see the unplanned.

I have taken a leap.
I will still bleed.
But lying motionless was no more an option.

When I open my eyes,
I want to watch a past that I can bear and smile at.
And a present that promises the future I had planned for my self.

Direct Dil Se (Not a Poem)

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There is hope while at work,
To work more,
But Differently.

As I drag myself back home,
There is hope,
Enthusiasm.

Of new things I would do tonight.
Of new things I would tweet tonight.

As I reach home,
I fall.
Melancholy encapsulates me.

Nostalgia,they say, is a bitch!
Oh yes, coz we are trying to run away,
From our past.

I know no way to live,
Than by being in peace with my past.

I know no way to love,
Than to recount every moment we lived.

There are piles of files to write off.
There are miles to go.

But without you,
There is just a long straight road.
It merges in the horizon;
The horizon moves with me.
Unreachable,like you.

I will shave tomorrow

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I will shave tomorrow,
Its too much of stubble.
There are scars on my face,
To the world – invisible.

The face is charred,
The soul is tanned.
I have smiled through smoke,
But the lungs now choke.

The road was twisted,
But I had thought I’ll sail.
And off-course I did,
With face so frail.

I will shave tomorrow,
Tonight its too late.
The scars won’t just go,
But I shall wait.

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Go ahead and read. Go ahead and write; to me!

Chew on it.

Talk.
It needn’t make sense to me. I needn’t agree. It needn’t be the same language. It needn’t be the same place.
But talk.
Tell me about your world.
Your dreams, your plans.
All of those that fell in place, fell apart, or simply fell from your eyes.
Draw those faces with words.
The noses, the scars.
The curve of the lips and the furrowed brow.
Draw those fingers on my hand.
Tell me about your expectations of me.
Why I fail, how I fail.
I will not comply.
Or I even might.
Tell me till we complete each others’ words. And we plan each others’ days. That we fight, grow tired of each other and stop talking, but when the smallest word you used repeats itself in my head or the silliest thing I observed occurs in front of you, we write again.
To each other. Telling you and…

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Toy

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Like the kid that lost his favourite toy,
He runs around with beating legs.
In search of a substitute,
Which he knows exists not.

Filling his time with pranks a lot,
And making friends that may help him find,
The toy he took to bed each night,
For he didn’t want to lose it at all.

But that rainy night with hair so wet,
Walking through knee-deep mud,
He couldn’t realize the loosening grip,
Of the toy so beloved.

Went crying he when couldn’t find,
The greatest joy he ever had,
The moon-light just wasn’t enough,
He wished the toy would illuminate.

Billion moments have passed since then,
He reminisces every moment of joy.
He searches on streets virgin,
Praying to find back his lovely toy.

Why?

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Why do we all have some questions to be answered?

Some smiles,that can’t be forgotten?

Some people,that can’t be estranged?

Some wishes,that can’t be fulfilled?

Some words,that don’t stop echoing?

Some tears,that refuse to dry?

Some tastes,that still linger?

Some touches,that can be still felt?

Some memories, that never fade?

Some questions, that can never be answered?

Some people, that will never return?

Some moments, you will always relive?

Why?!

 

 

 

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P.S. – last 4 lines have been borrowed from Sukhada’s comment. Thank you Sukhada 🙂

Ankhein Dekhi Hain

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Kabhi aadhi raat ko nakabandi karne waale police waale ki ankhon mein apne bachche ka takiya ban ne ki khwahish dekhi hai?

Amaavas ki uss ujaali raat ko, emergency ward ki nurse ki aankhon mein diyon ki kashish dekhi hai?

Kya dekhi hai tumne kabhi,boodhey jamaaldaar ki woh jhuki hui nazar,jo pal mein aapko bhi rula sakti hai?

Kabhi sote hue night-watchmen ko jagaane k baad uski aankhon mein roti ka khauf dekha hai?

Kya dekhi hai kabhi, tumhare pita k umra ke aadmi ki aankhein, tumhein susajjit dukaan mein joota try karaate waqt?

Gaanv se pehli baar sheher aaya bachche ki,tumhare mehnge phone ko ghoorti aankhein dekhi hain?

Aankhein bahut kuch kehti hain. Par kya hum dekh paate hain?

Woh log zaroor dekh paate hain,jo har subah eeshwar se aankhein mila k baat karte hain.

 

 

Aadhi raat,chhoti baat

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Pyaar bhari kuch karke baat,

Jab soya neend mein gehri uss raat,

Kyun jaag gaya mein bas yun hi, achanak?!

 

Baje thay kuch dhai ya teen,

November ki thi woh raat haseen,

Na garmi thi na sardi.

 

Bina sochay hi maine,

Sirhaaney pade apne phone se,

Usay ek call lagaya.

 

“Hello…” ek shahad mein doobi aawaaz aayi,

Jaise gulaab ki pankhadi kaanon mein utar aayi.

Kuch dheere se phir main bhi bola,”I love you”.

 

Hanskar aur muskuraakar,

Ek madhosh kardene waale swar mein boli,

“This is such a pleasant surprise”.

 

2 minute hum bas ek doosre ki saansein sunte rahe,

Phir se ek dooje se pyaar ho gaya.

Hum kho gaye aur so gaye.

 

Usnay us raat “I love you” nahi kaha.

Zaroorat bhi nahi thi.

Uski awaaz ki khushi sadiyaan bayaan kar rahi thi.