A little while ago, I contemplated discontinuing the monologue section of this blog. Actually, it’s not really a section yet- it will eventually become one. I was in process of forming it, therefore, none of those posts were being shared on other platforms. But I chickened out…just for a little while. It’s easier talking about this, that and the other: rather than what one is or probably feels in the present moment. I’m unusually frail and hypersensitive these days.

One would have made a great case study for Walter Cannon. Bypassing my rational mind, with my impulses quickened  and going into Fight or Flight Mode is a usual occurrence. But that can not remain my modus operandi. It’s eventually, going to become counterproductive. Didion said that writing is an ‘aggressive, hostile act’. How can one surpass the chance to impose oneself?

 This one goes out to the people who are kind enough to search for this blog, to read my personal thoughts. The things I couldn’t understand myself, I tried to explain to others! So I guess, it’s no longer just about the city I live in and the people I meet. It’s slowly becoming about my gypsy soul, the ‘Being’ in transit. Thank you I’m flattered.

“Dekha hua sa kuch hai,

Socha hua sa kuch

Har waqt uljha hua sa

Mere saath  hai kuch.

Hota hai yun bhi raasta

Khulta nahi kahin,

Jangal sa phail jaata hai

Khoya hua sa kuch.

Sahil ki geeli ret par

Bachchon ke khel sa

Har lamha mujh mein banta

Bikharta hua sa kuch.

Fursat ne aaj ghar ko sajaya

Kuch is tarah,

Har shay mein muskurata hai

Rota hua sa kuch.

Dhundli si ek yaad kisi

Qabr ka diya,

Aur mere aas paas

Chamakta hua sa kuch.