Dewdrop Diaries

The person,  I now see,  In the mirror,  I do not recognise her anymore.  It is someone,  Who lost herself,  To win something  Useless.  To find meanings  In meaningless things.  To put life  In lifeless people.  To see the best  In the worst.  To live from  Someone else’s perspective.  To follow  Someone else’s footsteps.  To lead  A never-ending pathway.  To please those who  Never get pleased.  To only get disappointed.  To only get numb.  To only give up on  Herself at the last.  Maybe, Sometimes,  Choosing yourself  Sounds selfish  And choosing them  Sounds cowardice.

Ab joh hum hai?  Kya voh,  Hum hi hai?  Ya koi or hai?  Ab joh hum hai?  Voh kon hai?  Tum jab puraane yaad aate ho,  Saath me,  Ishq ke nazraane,  Yaad dilate ho,  Unke saath,  Saare puraane,  Afsaane yaad dilate ho,  Jisme hum,  Ishq kiya karte they,  Or ishq;  Jeeya bhi karte they!  Sikhaya tha tumhi ne mujhe,  Ishq me jeena,  Ab yaad bhi voh,  Tum hi dilate ho…  Mai bhi toh puraani tumhe yaad aati houngi?  Tum bhi toh,  Mere saath,  Us ishq me,  Hamare ishq me,  Mere saath,  Ishq kiya karte they,  Ishq me jeeya karte they!  Mera zulfien bikhraana,  Tumhare haathon ko bhi,  Yaad toh aata hoga?  Mera har ghadi,  Ghadi take jaana,  Or palon ko geen-na,  Tumhare waqt me bhi toh,  Waqt-be-waqt,  Yaad aata hoga?  Ab joh hum hai?  Kya voh,  Hum hi hai?  Ya koi or hai?

A journey like no other,  Where you take in every moment,  Rediscover your passion for retro songs,  Or frow fond of trips, long and short!  Few days when you’re on your own,  Full of excitement to begin an adventure,  To fill your heart with memories forever!  Happy ones, sad ones, funny ones,  Bonding with yourself over again!  Taking a trip to the ocean,  Listening to waves hitting the rocks,  Or probably climbing a mountain,  To watch stars weaving your den!  Finding yourself, like missing parts of a puzzle,  A rush of excitement within you,  Filled with emotions and memories of gold,  You return home to plan the next journey!  To visit distant lands or watch mysteries unfold!

आज मन को एक दर सा लग रहा है,  दर तुझसे, दर खुदसे।  आज मन ज़रा खोया सा लग रहा है,  खोया राह से, खोया राह में।  आज मन में एक पीड़ा सी हो रही है,  पीड़ा घाव की, पीड़ा चाव की।  आज मन को याद सी आ रही है,  याद उन दिनों की, याद उन लोगो की।  आज मन विचलित सा हो रखा है,  विचलित इन हवाओं से, विचलित इन कर्मो से।  आज मन को क्रोध सा आ रहा है,  क्रोध उस रात का, क्रोध उस बात का।  आज सभी विकारों ने मेरे मन को अपना घर सा बना लिया है,  आज सभी खुशियों ने मेरे हृदय से मुंह सा बना लिया है।  चाहा तो हमने भी बहुत उनको मनाना,  चाहा तो हमने भी उनको रोज भूलना।  याद शायद उन्हें भी तो आती होगी?  चुप्पी मेरी उनको भी तो सताती होगी?  दुर रहकर भी पास जाने की कोशिश की बहुत हमने,  पर दुर रहकर दूर ही रहना सिखाया उन्होंने।

She is like a tulip— not the rose with its obvious allure, not the sunflower with its easy joy, but something softer, something quieter, yet equally powerful.  A tulip blooms in its own time, not rushing, not demanding attention, but when the world begins to thaw, when the frost begins to retreat, there she is— standing tall, delicate yet strong, her petals folded tightly, protecting something inside.  Like the tulip, she carries her beauty not on her sleeves but deep within, and only those patient enough to wait for her to open will see the full breadth of her heart. She doesn’t unfold for everyone— and why should she? Not everyone understands the value of something so fragile, so rare.  Her roots are deep, grounded in soil that has been through winters, that has weathered the storms. She may appear delicate on the surface, but her strength lies in what is unseen, in the way she stands firm even when the winds blow, even when the world tries to bend her. She knows how to...

Days of summer, I wait to run wild,  Akin that little child-  Carefree, unaware of the world,  Living in the moment, Every single day!  Monsoon brings love and light,  Dark gloomy days know my plight,  Thunder weaving stories I have never heard,  Before it's sunny again,  Until there's cloudless days,  Walking through unnoticed hallways!  Like leaves in autumn,  Leaving comfort behind,  Letting go of loved ones,  By making changes!  Like mornings of winter,  Waiting for sunlight,  Snow fights, chilly nights,  Looking over the city lights!  While I am doing all that,  I hear a voice calling my name,  Calling me? Yes, it's calling...  And me...? I am falling,  Until spring breathes me back to life again,  Help me, I am falling!  After every winter night,  Before the next summer morning!