Perspective

A peculiar fog surrounds
The watch shows noon
but sun is nowhere to be seen 
A silence has spread around
Every gust of wind
has a sense of shock to it
as if it is warning
every bud
not to blossom
or the fragrance will be stolen
'Your youth was till today'
Having forgotten how to sing
sparrows are screaming
Up in the skies
crows have overthrown eagles
Looks like
it will rain..
-Devansh Kalia

Liberation

Yesterday
in my dream
You visited me
my friend
to share a drink

Had you not quit drinking?
You confessed to me
with a visible restraint
in your eyes
I remember

That restraint
you had dropped somewhere
On the way
to the dream
For it is your habit
friend

I am ready
Tell me
Will you pour me
A drink?

Why should you write?

It is strange how only a few feelings define life and yet every day seems so different from the last one. Perhaps it is the consistent continuous difference in every other day that keeps it from becoming a loop of a set of pre-determined instructions. The thought might seem sadistic, perhaps because of the mood of its inception was so, but in-fact it is not. It actually helped me to get over a difficult time and hoping it might do the same for you, I decided to pen it down.

Today, I was going through my diary, and found a poem that I wrote a long time ago, and that defined exactly what I was feeling today. Although the state I was in felt so new, the situation so out of control, yet there was a documented proof that it had all happened before. The causes were different, the result will definitely be different, but the feelings associated with the situation were exactly the same. The poem helped me re-collect what I did at the time I was in the situation earlier, and instead of struggling to find a solution, or worse running from it, I was able to work it out.

Writing down your feelings helps you become your own counsellor and learn from what has already been dealt with, or what went wrong the last time.

As has already been written in another blog post, life is a program, that started with  Generation(creation) of your instance, which is being Operated on various methods, and will end when the instance is Destroyed.

Sharing the poem that helped me:

ਦਿਲ ਦੀ ਧੜਕਨ ਰੁਕ ਜਾਣਾ ਹੀ ਮੌਤ ਨਹੀਂ
ਪਿੰਡੇ 'ਚੋਂ ਸਾਹ ਸੁੱਕ ਜਾਣਾ ਹੀ ਮੌਤ ਨਹੀਂ
ਖੁੱਲੀਆਂ ਅੱਖਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਵੇਖੇ ਖ਼ੁਆਬਾਂ ਦੀ ਦੁਨਿਆਂ ਵਿੱਚੋਂ
ਫ਼ਿਰ ਹਕੀਕਤ ਵਿੱਚ ਪਰਤਨ ਲਈ
ਮੂੰਹ 'ਤੇ ਮਾਰੇ ਛਿੱਟੇ
ਜਦ ਮਹਿਸੂਸ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੁੰਦੇ
ਉਦੋਂ ਵੀ ਮੌਤ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਹੈ
ਅਗਲੀ ਸਵੇਰ ਉੱਠਣ ਦੇ
ਮਕਸਦ ਦੀ ਅਣਹੋਂਦ ਵਿੱਚ
ਨੀਂਦ ਨਾਲ ਭਰੀਆਂ ਅੱਖਾਂ
ਮੀਟਣ ਦਾ ਡਰ
ਵੀ ਮੌਤ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਹੈ

-kaliadevansh