THY ELOQUENCE

  The woods are lovely dark and deep But I've promises to keep,  And miles to go before I sleep...                                          ~ Robert Frost        So on I walked where the dreams align,  Through wandering winds that never sleep; My heart a lantern by design,  For the hopes I've vowed to hold and keep.  I walk not just to reach an end,  But understand the road I tread; For meaning is the quite friend That waits where thought and journey weds.  I walk because my purpose calls,  A vow  that will not fade or bend; Some dreams require breaking walls,  Not waiting for the world to mend.  I March with fire beneath my feet; Strength is the only promise I must keep,  And moving forward is the only beat.                            ...

Some relationships don’t end with a fight, or fade with distance. They simply exist in a strange in-between—where two people meet, talk, laugh, even care… yet never truly belong to each other. This piece comes from that quiet space. It’s about a connection that looked like togetherness from the outside, but felt incomplete within. About moments that felt real, yet never rooted enough to last. There was closeness, but no certainty; affection, but no claim. A story where neither person was wrong—just never fully right for each other. And then there comes the saying :  “Ranjish hi sahi, dil hi dukhane ke liye aa, Aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa.”   कि तुझसे मिलके भी हम जुदा से रहे साथ होके भी हम क़फ़ा से रहे दिल का फ़साना तो कुछ यूँ है कि हम कुछ कह न सके हम साथ थे पर मंज़िलें अलग थीं बातें थीं पर ख़ामोशियाँ ज़्यादा थीं| तेरी हर बेवफ़ाई को यूँ हम सहते रहे कि फिर पता लगा कि उन्हें हमसे मोहब्बत थी ही नहीं और शायद कभी हो भी न फिर भी ये चाहत का फ़साना था बड़ा ख़ूबसूरत कि ल...

Yes, they do.  I know because I look into yours too. When they melt into a smile pure, Creasing to depths of eternal bliss,  A breathtaking-view for a gaze, yet amiss. A smile so contagious , it fills me up. Fills my bubble of dreams and love. Trapping me in a light-show, bedazzled for sure. With light, one would search for eons to glow. A crisp of crust on the pizza side. Flashing lights on a dreary night. I reached out.  And every single time. Your eyes came to mind. Or when left estranged for too long. I saw and knew it all along. Every time you passed me by. I peer into your sombre eyes. Calling me out without a cry. An illusion of bars, stands in front of me. Like mirrors, shattering my soul in fleet. And when I see my face through you,   I promise I could feel it too. The pain, the laugh.  The sorrow, the gloom. The joy, the dark,   I’ll share it with you.