अब मैं हर जवाबदारी से मुंह मोड़ रहा हूं ,
हर एक को उसके हाल पर छोड़ रहा हूं।
अपनी खुशी जिन सभी की खुशियों में पाता था,
अब उन्हीं अपनों से दूर खुद को मैं पाता हूं।
सच और झूठ के सारे प्रप्नचो से निकल आया।
उन्हीं अपनों से जब बढ़ती गई दूरी,
अचानक खुद को अपने बहुत ही करीब पाया।
समझौता ही जीवन का सच है,
हर साथ एक समझौता , जिंदगी ने सिखाया ।
कल खड़ा था उलझा सा ,
आज भी खुद को वहीं तटस्थ सा पाता हूं।
वक़्त बदला ,साथ बदला , पर फिर भी मैं बदल न पाता हूं।
जिन्हे जवाबदारी समझता था , समझौता है , खुद को ये समझाता हूं,
क्योंकि अब खुद को अपने करीब पाता हूं।
I boarded at Asr – Ngp train no.22125,coach B7,seat 61 on 24th Nov from Nag. Condition of coach was filthy. Toilets were unhygienic & dirty.
Bed were unsanitary & had stains. T C told me to use social media insted of giving complaint book. On 28 i boarded Amritsar shatabdi exp 12014 seat 36 C2 . There were 22 Israeli tourists they shared dissatisfaction for indian railway (when we talk about incredible india).
Same day in Chennai rajdhani 12434 seat 20 B2, with same story. Uncleaned and soiled toilets with messy doorways.coaches were fouly.
I was at medical store .
“Uncle , uncle …..” . 4-5 years old boy raised his hands to counter of shop .
“Uncle , uncle …..my medicine.”
Shop owner was busy with my prescription.
That boy who could not even reach upto height of counter again said ” uncle ….
” Yes wait ” shopowner replied as he kept my prescription aside.
As the boy was seeming in hurry , he told to him “yes”.
Boy giraffed his neck and kept an empty strip with coins on counter.
Cute boy , really he was very cute . And he was very glad because he came out first time to purchase anything .
Busy in giving him medicine, he enquired, ” from where have you come ? ”
” My home .”
Shopowner smiled and we exchanged our eyes.
” Ok whose son you are ? ”
” My mom’s . ”
He collected medicine and ran towards his home .
We both were surprised with his cute and ignorant answer.
Travelling via train when we all students of pharmacy college going for celebrating Holidays.
He was standing at door, train was in full speed.
He was lost in thoughts, i felt he called me through eyes, didn’t know why but his calling surprised me and gave birth to goose bumps .
My thoughtful brain stopped working and my legs moved towards him with lots of questions in eyes. I was in front of him. He was normal . He opened his bag and taken out his thought from it , maroon, velvety flower like folded thing and gave me with “I love you” . Surprised but expecting for because he likes me , everyone knows it.
I was surprised because of place and time he chose. I normalised my self and peeped in his eyes which were hiding fear about my refusal and at the same time bright and cheerful about my acceptance. He was trying to be normalised which he was not .His heart beats could be heard by me . He shifted his black and green bag on his soldiers again . By comforting himself he raised that gift towards me . Its beautiful heart shaped velvety balloon toy with small nozzle to fill air in it.
His face had mix glow of nervousness and confidence and told to fill air in it.
When I touched it with lips , he told “ this heart is mine without you . it will shrink If isn’t blown by you. Its nozzle’s mouth are my lips and as you touch it with your lips and you will kiss me.”
“Always remember your kiss will pump fresh air in my heart and make me alive . Your single touch to my lips will fill gallons of blood when you blow air .
Means your touch your presence is my life”.