When I Ramble...

There are "your's" and there are "them's" the two of them get together, to make an "us" and this is how goes their story thus: Life is but a winding road it snakes through valleys, hills and meadows from dawn to dusk, and east to west it brings forth all hours of shadows Every now and then there comes a place, your mind wanders and heart starts to yearn, for something new and something old and then, the road ahead takes a turn One such bend is thus called Marriage its a friend, its a foe, a kind of truth and a lore its a fairy tale, its a dream, bits of it is cinematic and there is some from never before Its a peace and appease and then but its a piece of work its a train that takes us places heaven and hell, even New York Its a teacher and thy student its a playground without an end its a child without a clue what do you know! its a timeless errand! Its the bond between earth and moon seamlessly moving, endless secre

i looked up into the sky wondering, pondering as to why fate makes fun of us n lets us scrounge in the dust we toil at them, those curve balls from life,  but never do we get closer to figuring it out, alas, the human mind is one of a kind! layers n layers of thoughts entangled in eternity can never part one from another never will there be certainty clear it is to us, in all this confusion its a one-of-a-kind symphony tragedy, comedy and action in its fusion life likes its irony they say change is the only constant thing in life darn it, I am freshly out of those!! haha.. p.s. if you guyz were wondering, that is after you read the whole post, as to whats the connection between the title of the post and the verses themselves... i will advise you to read up on Derivatives and then read the last two lines again :) 

फिर उन्ही राहोँ में खो  जाने दो फिर उसी दौर में लौट जाने दो ऐ वक़्त, आ मुझे थाम ले फिर वोह तस्वीर अखियों में भर दे  तन्हाई में आँखें कर लूँ बंद और यादें बन जाए कविता के चंद पिछली ज़िन्दगी दिल के करीब से गुज़रे उन गलियों के दामन में मेरा आज बिसरे खिड़कियाँ बंद, फिर भी वोह ठंडी हवा चलती है ठण्ड में ठिठुरती हूँ और वोह गरम कॉफ़ी की हाथ पकडाती है बर्फ भरी वादियाँ दिख जाए मुझे कॉफ़ी  का स्वाद दे जाए ज़िन्दगी मुझे फिर मन करता है के वोह मंजिल तै करूँ फिर दिल चाहे उस वक़्त में लौटूं क्या वक़्त दे पाएगा मुझे इतना सहारा के रोह सकूँ में अपने नैनों की धारा कहते है वक़्त मरहम है, दावा है, दुआ है हर टूटे दिल, हर बहते आंसूं का किनारा है वक्त ही तोह मांगे ये दिल बस, वोह आज नहीं, आज ही तोह नहीं!! A tad bit home sick guyz :)