The topics on ego's and evolution tend to get far too serious, and back to back posts on them can be quite unnerving to comprehend. I think it best, to punctuate all the gravity and impregnate it with a flavor of nostalgia and young love. The nostalgia of those good old days when " i love you" was too loud and we dared not say it directly, the days when our shyness led us to innovate subtle modes of expressing our longing, our desire, our innocent feelings. I am certain a lot of young adults and teenagers (now men and women) have these little innocent expressions stashed away somewhere in a closet, or torn and crumpled in a waste basket. We undermine the value of these little love songs, these voices of young hearts that are just beginning to fathom the power of language and words in expressing their innermost emotions, alas now lost ! to the needs of powerful loud expressions, as we are deafened by the screams of demands for love.
Here is a little one i had penned ages ago , dedicated to someone I was hoping would listen then. The message did travel finally ! i must admit that; albeit slower than I could ever imagine.
पल भर की यादें
चलो भाग चलें कहीँ दूर जहाँ लोग चैन के लिए जीतें हो ,
जहाँ लोग प्यार के निवाले लेतें हो, और ख़ुशी के घूँट पीतें हो....
की तुम बस यूं ही हस्ती, खिल-खिलाती रहो, यही तमन्ना मेरी,
न कोई झूट न धोका कभी, बस प्यार में काटें ज़िन्दगी सारी....
साथ तुम्हारा हो जब तक, आँखें मूंद चलूँ तुम्हारे साथ,
साथ तुम्हारा हो जब तक, आँखें मूंद चलूँ तुम्हारे साथ,
पाओ खुद को तन्हा या हो कोई गिला बस थाम लेना मेरा हाथ ....
मैं तो यहीं हूँ , तेरे दर पर,
दिल का आँगन खोल, तेरे लिए,
कभी महसूस हो दूरी ,
बस याद करना मुझे,
और ये पल, जब हम-तुम थोड़े मुस्कुराये... थोड़े से जिए।
sage.
