Two worlds...

...I live in
in which i see same things
in different ways;
one eery, one sane,
one true, one fake,
thin lines of wet sand separating the two,
as I slip over from belief to its antonym,
back and forth
as if on an automatic see-saw
in an old garden.

Enough,
I think and fight hard,
to wake up, out of the miserable sleep
- wild goriness in broad daylight -
from nightmare to reality,
only to discover -
the former as real
and the latter, as a cold, harsh hallucination
called
life!

PS - Aaj peene de aur peene de, aaj peene de aur peene de,
Kal karenge, hisab, aye saaki...dhal gaya aaftaab aye saaqi! :)

Screen layers!

“Bom Bom Bom Bom!” she typed

“Hmmmm,” he thought. “Andaz apna apna?”

“Nahi,” she rejoiced. “Dil toh pagal hai!”

“La la la la la”

“Amitabh Bachchan wala?” he was excited. “Mere angane mey…woh gaana?”

“Nahi…tu tu hai wohi…lol”

“Hmmmm!” he smiled “:)”

There’s something about games played remotely. Yeah well, in ways more than one. One, they’re way too dependent on the single most powerful human emotion. Two, they’re elusive. Three, there’re no right answers. Four, they’re poor reminders once there is an irreparable, inevitable tiff. Five, they ignore the world outside of them.

Six, they’re unreal! Ha!

PS - Yeh kya baat hai aaj ki chandni mey!

Onlookers!

She waited at the parking lot, the standard rendezvous spot. It was a trying time for her at work. Lotsa stuff to grapple with – new people, new things, new connections and an aging physical self – that sucked time, energy, breath and more.

Dry breeze caressed her neck and climbed up like little ants uphill on the anthill. Nature does find a way of offering its condolences. Sunlight after an earthquake, rains after a deathly drought or even crazy lulls after mighty storms. She ignored signs of any temporary relief; her eyes drooped, heavy and strained. She looked up at the skies, her vision piercing stars and clouds and dark skies, in search of her god. I need you now! Are you really watching? She closed her eyes.

He came there just in time. Is it? He looked at his watch. How late can I be when its this late already? He was vexed too with different things as he frowned at the parking lot. There she is! She turned to him, moist eyes back after lightyears of journey. He forgot. He thought nothing. He watched.

“Let’s go?” he asked. “Come!” he reached out and held her hand.

She pulled it back and squealed, “Everyone’s watching!”

“Oops!” he smiled and held his ears “I’m sorry!”

PS - Yehi lagan rahi toh aye dil-e-jawaan...asar bhi ho rahega iss haseen pe!