PURNAMIDAM - mindlessly mindful

Kisine sach hi kaha hai choti choti baatein bade bade assar kar jati hai. Kabhi yuhi chalet chalet kisi dost ki sharat yaad ana. Nahate waqt holi me bhigna yaad aana. To kabhi bus stop pe khade school jate bachoon ko dekhke kisi chote bhai ya behen ki yaad ana to kabhi apne hi school ke din yaad ana. Ye aksar hota hai. Aur jab hota hai tab chehre par ek uncontrollable smile ka ajana. Life humesha sad nahi hoti, yaade humesha rula nahi jati. Bita hua pal khushiyose bhara ho yaa dard se, jo insane jine ki ichha rakhta hai use har yaad gudgudake hi jaati hai. Par jo insane sab hoke bhi haara hua sa rahe use ye yaade daulat nahi torture lagti hai. Mujhe haarna nahi hai. Achhi yade mujhe housla deti hai aur buri, sikh. Mujhe jina hai, har pal. Kyu insan maut ke darwaze pe ake hi jine ki khwaish rakhta hai? jab zindagi pass hoti hai to kyu usse nazarandaz kardeta hai? Ha bhai! mai shaant hu. Apne me hi khoi rehti hu, muskurati bhi thoda kum hu, par mai ji rahi hu. Zindagi me aya hue har

You’re so beautiful, an angel almost. But the truth is you are nothing but an idol. When I look into your eyes, I get lost. Lost like a frightened child in a busy market. I want to ask you a question. How can you be so calm? Does it come from ignorance? Are you ignorant to all that is happening around or is it what you choose? Did you want this to happen? Or is the calmness another of man’s evil painted on your face. So that everything remains unaffected and humanity goes on believing in you, in your existence, in your unfazed superiority. Is there a soul inside that idol? Is it weeping? Do you hate it when we make your smiling idols and force you to smile even when you are falling apart inside? Can you even fall apart? Gods never fall apart huh! Tell me how different are you from a women who is beaten day in and day out and yet made to put on her best face and serve her family, misguide the society, forced to act happy. I am your wronged child and I also force you to smile by pain

See-saw: ek uppar jata hai to dusra niche girta hai, lekin agar gira hua uthke nikal jae to hum jooorse niche patakte hai (in short gira hua insane bhi jaroori hai) Swing: jitni tezee se aage jaoge utnnihi tezi se piche aaoge Monkey bar: niche mat dekhna, piche mat dekhna…pagal jaise bas agge chadhte jana Merry go round: khayalo me gol gol ghumo mat, aage to badhoge nahi par chakkara ke wahi gir jaoge Spring riders: ye spring bade kaam ki chees hai ;) Slide: kabhi kabar phisal jaoo, phislne me bhi maza hai Conclusion: garden = zindagi, bas khelte raho J Re dil garden garden ho gaya Ke bhanwra bagiyan mein kho gaya Ke dil garden garden.. pa pa pa ra pa..