तलाश ना जाने किसकी हैं इस आँखों को,
हासिल हैं बहुत कुछ......मगर तसल्ली फिर भी नहीं..
वो याद आये यूँ ही बहुत..
की लौट आएं सब सिलसिले...
वो ठंडी हवा, वो गिरते पत्ते
और वो कितने सारे यादें।
There is always a poignancy behind every 'missing' thoughts. The abnormally usual days of last quarter of year. The same challenges all over again. But the days.. They never fail to leave behind the imprints on our mind.
In mind, in our dreams... Reaching early to this great iconic metro. One of the nicest and safest city of India. The quite breakfast ..All veg fare. Then to go to our work. Then having the privilege of having a silent walk in Elliot beach. Silent, but full of meanings. Half life time waiting for such things to happen. Like an unfinished love story.Small vignette of talks. Catching up on life. Urging self to move on.The lighthouse... So mysterious yet so dignified. The orange hue of sunset and then counting the stars. Common ground of likes and wonderment.The company par excellence which is tied but ever youthful mind. The slow fresh breeze giving the awesome fizz of life.New meaning, and refreshed outlook for life. Which still amazes me... The graceful steps, the slow and engaging talks.Those beautiful gazes. Then a great dinner...Which is always a fantasy. Always awesome.Never thought of but always dreamed of. Next day again breakfast with sweet memories of fantastic time. And after a hard day in field... Somehow matching time and again great company at terminal. Then it is always ...The same feeling so much talked but still nothing said.
In actual... It was all finally very mundane. Only in back of mind planning. Nothing concrete. Usual responsibilities overwhelm. The same type of rough meetings. The usual firefighting. Multiple meetings. Solving problems. One at a time.Motivating the field and then at end of day. Feel empty.. When you are tired to the boots, a little roaming around in the streets of vadapalani. The sarvana bhavan also does not attract the lonely person any more.Feeling lost in front of that restaurant.. About turn, get into shell. Same old routine of punishing self... As if to find out how much I can stretch. 3 am to 1130pm in same day. Have I forgotten the rigour??. Clearing all emails, presentations and the calls. You just close the eyes and float away. The hard work clears the cobweb of mind.The rush of memories overwhelm. Next day, half empty airport. The delayed flight. In different times I may have welcomed it, just to have more time.Observe people. Study fellow being..Nice hobby. Count them only 6 of them. How strange. No pending emails, no calls. Closest of people will be busy. You feel embrassed to talk or whatsapp. You understand.Withdraw.You suddenly feel like crying..And find the tear ducts have been empty long back.Hard cold facts, hard cold numbers. The quarterly numbers fog the mind. No time for self pity. It is how life is, no time for nurturing the soft side of mine. But Keep loving, keep living. And it repeats.....
हासिल हैं बहुत कुछ......मगर तसल्ली फिर भी नहीं..
वो याद आये यूँ ही बहुत..
की लौट आएं सब सिलसिले...
वो ठंडी हवा, वो गिरते पत्ते
और वो कितने सारे यादें।
There is always a poignancy behind every 'missing' thoughts. The abnormally usual days of last quarter of year. The same challenges all over again. But the days.. They never fail to leave behind the imprints on our mind.
In mind, in our dreams... Reaching early to this great iconic metro. One of the nicest and safest city of India. The quite breakfast ..All veg fare. Then to go to our work. Then having the privilege of having a silent walk in Elliot beach. Silent, but full of meanings. Half life time waiting for such things to happen. Like an unfinished love story.Small vignette of talks. Catching up on life. Urging self to move on.The lighthouse... So mysterious yet so dignified. The orange hue of sunset and then counting the stars. Common ground of likes and wonderment.The company par excellence which is tied but ever youthful mind. The slow fresh breeze giving the awesome fizz of life.New meaning, and refreshed outlook for life. Which still amazes me... The graceful steps, the slow and engaging talks.Those beautiful gazes. Then a great dinner...Which is always a fantasy. Always awesome.Never thought of but always dreamed of. Next day again breakfast with sweet memories of fantastic time. And after a hard day in field... Somehow matching time and again great company at terminal. Then it is always ...The same feeling so much talked but still nothing said.
In actual... It was all finally very mundane. Only in back of mind planning. Nothing concrete. Usual responsibilities overwhelm. The same type of rough meetings. The usual firefighting. Multiple meetings. Solving problems. One at a time.Motivating the field and then at end of day. Feel empty.. When you are tired to the boots, a little roaming around in the streets of vadapalani. The sarvana bhavan also does not attract the lonely person any more.Feeling lost in front of that restaurant.. About turn, get into shell. Same old routine of punishing self... As if to find out how much I can stretch. 3 am to 1130pm in same day. Have I forgotten the rigour??. Clearing all emails, presentations and the calls. You just close the eyes and float away. The hard work clears the cobweb of mind.The rush of memories overwhelm. Next day, half empty airport. The delayed flight. In different times I may have welcomed it, just to have more time.Observe people. Study fellow being..Nice hobby. Count them only 6 of them. How strange. No pending emails, no calls. Closest of people will be busy. You feel embrassed to talk or whatsapp. You understand.Withdraw.You suddenly feel like crying..And find the tear ducts have been empty long back.Hard cold facts, hard cold numbers. The quarterly numbers fog the mind. No time for self pity. It is how life is, no time for nurturing the soft side of mine. But Keep loving, keep living. And it repeats.....
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