But I still have in my memory those young days of my life when I was filled with romanticism and enthusiasm.Like everyone else I dreamt of being "dedicated as message of love to her and she accepting me with a lovely smile".There was sunshine everywhere and we enjoyed the lovely breeze of spring.
Nobody knowing where they will land up,just there was a hope of romance in everybody's life.Isn't this idea of hope has resemblance with your life !!!
when we are young,life looks like a dream and dream a reality,everything seems possible and reachable.But gradually reality comes into play and time reshapes our dream, sometimes in a beautiful way and most of the times just opposite.
Same happened with all of us. many of us took the shape of useless garland,some got stuck to Dulha's car,few dared to reach in girl's hand but thrown away, some outrightly rejected ,chosen ones took the shape of bouquet AND only lucky ones could achieve their DREAM.
But where was I?
I was there itself, in his hand ,hidden from her,asking him to gather strength,to show his hand lightly in air and at least say "This I brought for you".But he could not,may be that was not the right moment or may be he was a fool to keep me with himself.
Time has moved on and life is walking its path knowing not much about its destiny but just a little hope,I have lost my shine and fragrance but not the essence.
He still looks at me with same hope.................
AND utters with a sigh..."Aal izz welll".
The hope is always an illusion...this one i hope shall not remain...the journey would wait for a new update....
ReplyDeleteA nice riposte reply to Dada's blog. In terms of writing, I must say you have formulated a lot.
ReplyDeleteThis piece of work was pretty much philosophical in nature and full marks for it. Cheers...!!!
One small change... Change the word "romantism" to correct form of Noun "romanticism".
Thnx mitra for correction.
ReplyDeleteSanjeev: Hope is an illusion before its realization.Thereafter it gets the stamp of truth.I understand that I am being emotional but at the same time you are trying to be strictly pragmatic.
"hazaaron khwahishein aisi ki har khwahish pe dum nikale...bahut nikale mere armaan lekin phir bhi kam nikale...."
ReplyDeleteus laal chamakte gulaab mein kya hai rakha jise parvaah nahi kisiki.....dum to us sukhe gulaab mein hai jo hamaare armaan dabaaye hue hai.....
waah dost! liked the arbitrariness and suspended future of the story....a different indifferent point of view....
PS: upar jo mere gande armaan(p.j.) nikale hain uske liye maafi, lekin mein inhe dabaa nahi paaya
nice blog
ReplyDeleteThe second last line Randhir Bhaiya... ;)
ReplyDeleteToo good !
this blog is based on true story..any resemblance to it is very common with approaching V day..blog owner was not fear of going forward slowly but fear only to stand still..nicely drafted by a arose ROSE.dil to bacha hai jeee.rose is very light to lift but weighs a ton when valued truly
ReplyDelete"He still looks at me with same hope................."
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sarosh ki shayari pe gaur farmaya jaye ...."dam to us sukhe gulab mein hai.." ..wah wah ...
ReplyDeleteDaru Mujhe to laga kahin se copied hai :)
ReplyDeleteSahin me kabile tarif hai.....waah waah waah waah......
tum to creative bande nikle yaar! kya baat hai!! three cheers for your hope!!!
ReplyDelete"Thoughts and Experiences" and "Elusive Self" have shared the thoughts and experiences of their elusive self with the hitherto unenlightened world around them... Your perspective is whimsical and practical at the same time, bringing together nuances of the thought and unthought, despair and hope, threading the past, present and future seamlessly as it were....
ReplyDeleteP.S.: Krazzy boy, tumhe kya laga, bus tum hi bhari bharkam likh sakte ho :P Waise nice touch at the end :)