The story starts: She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?" For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said .................. T...
क्या हवाएं थी कि उजड़ा प्यार का वो आशियाना.
ReplyDeleteकुछ न आया काम तेरा शोर करना, गुल मचाना.
नाश कि उन शक्तियों के साथ चलता ज़ोर किसका?
किन्तु ऐ निर्माण के प्रतिनिधि, तुझे होगा बताना...
जो बसें हैं वो उजड़तें हैं, प्रकृति के चिर नियम से।
पर किसी उजड़े हुए को बसाना कब मना है?
है अँधेरी रात पर दीवा जलाना कब मना है?
When we see the pain of others',our pain alleviates not because someone heals it but because our worries seem petty in comparison to what fellows are going through.
ReplyDeleteWe can't stop complaining about the little missing things in our life when some people don't know what do they complain about since they have only those little things with them!!
So sweet and so true. How much we love to make others feel better, more than ourselves sometimes.
ReplyDeleteI have tried this. It helps; always!!
ReplyDeletepoignant
ReplyDeleteindeed a paradox....i think its d only situation wer give n take doesnt matter....just sharing soothes d pain.....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words...deep truth.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was your age I wrote.. perhaps among my first creative thoughtful lines..
ReplyDeleteDard naa ho dil mein jab tak
Dil kaa ahsaas nahin hota
Ahsaas hota hai dil kaa jab
Dard badataa hii jaata hai..
Hi, this is Rajib. Got to visit your blog for the first time. I like it and especially your reflections on life and love. I think pain is the money needed to be paid to get the gift of love.
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