Peek into the Future

“I don’t repeat the same mistakes again”…. It is quite obvious, why would someone repeat the same mistakes again? But the problem is- it happens, more often than not, at least with me. Sometimes, I get so influenced by the benefits I see in the present that the evident long-term repercussions of my doings seem trivial, they seem like the things which can be dealt with ‘when the time comes’. But they never are…. And once ‘the time comes’, I’m left longing for a time machine to go back in time and set things right. I think “If I had an actual feel of this condition of mine back then… I would not have done the things the way I did”…. The question which keeps buzzing our minds is: ‘Am I doing the right thing?’

This stirs in me a thought, a wild wish which goes something like “Please god, give me an actual glimpse of my future, short as it may be, but please, let me have a taste of what’s coming if I continue living life the way I am right now.” Perhaps that is why some of us are so obsessed with future reading: tarot cards, revealing parrots, magic crystals, palm reading etc. etc. These things may not provide a guarantee to the future (referring to the fact that a zillion Libras cannot fall into love at the same time) , but what they provide is that little ‘peek’ into the future which we sometimes require, the insight into what might happen, the optimism or warning it carries with itself.

What I wish for though, is an actual 15 minutes of my future life, be it in a dream or a trance, whatever…. That and only that ,I believe, can grab me by the shoulders, shake me up and say, “Don’t continue doing this, this is how it’s going to hurt you” or “Do what your heart says fearlessly, this is how happy you are going to be in the near future”. Not only would I not be repeating mistakes then, I wouldn’t be committing them in the first place, would I?

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A Candle in the Dark

The white burning candle, Standing in the dark.. on its own, trying to illuminate everything around, albeit the darkness has persistently grown. It is aware that it is alone, while the darkness around it is vast It is devoted to being lit, even as its existence melts fast But is it really a candle? Or is it the flame of hope? That tries to hang on in times of despair, and tries to cling on to that last bit of rope. It keeps burning still, battling the known and the unknown, all hidden in the darkness around. It shrinks in size, with its head held high, still believing that it is glory abound.

The world and fools.

The world speaks, much more than it listens, O how it speaks, on things beyond its mind - a gathering, mostly the enlightened, but a few fools, who care to listen, fools, who still dream, of making the world listen, more than it speaks... of changing it for the better, of taking it beyond the bickering, of not letting it sink in the shallow. O world listen thou shall, O world listen thou must, To these fools with dreams, some broken but all pure, pure as the new dawn they seek. O world give them hope to feed from while all's unjust. Let them fuel from it all, so that when they speak, it matters.

मैं, कल और आज

इस फाल्गुन मास में, उन अदृश्य उँगलियों की गुद-गुदाहट है, जो यादों को भी टटोलती है, लबों को भी। मैं आज में चलता हूँ, और कल में खो जाता हूँ , आज में सोकर मैं कल में जग जाता हूँ। और मुझे दिखता हूँ मैं, दुनिया से अपिरिचित हूँ थोड़ा-सा मैं , स्वयं में ही व्यस्त हूँ थोड़ा-सा मैं। पलटकर भी मैं स्वयं को ही खड़ा पाता हूँ, मैं जो कि अब उसी अनजान दुनिया का हिस्सा हूँ, मैं जो कि थोडा सा खोया हुआ किस्सा हूँ। फिर मैं खुद का हाथ थामकर, दिखलाता हूँ खुद को ये दुनिया खुद की नज़रों से, थोड़ी बातें फिर से सीखता हूँ, जानता हूँ। तभी किसी आवाज़ से आखें खुलती हैं, और मैं सच्चाइयों से घिर जाता हूँ, बीते हुए कल के कल को मैं आज पाता हूँ।

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