The history,
Often repeated
Seldom deleted

Although
Mostly manipulated
Suitably stipulated

Yet
Differently, it can be interpreted
And in the process it is re-created

Is the history,
Always been a mystery??

Scenic hills
Green and gold cover of soft grass
Dark Chocolate, thatched roof houses
Serpentine dirt roads
Lined  by trees with flowers pink
Cold and white, the valley fog
Nature and its secrets
Unfold in colours so true

सामान का तो एक बार
हिसाब लगा भी लेंगे,
उन जज़्बातों का क्या जो
बाढ़ में तबाह हो गए।

कितने पुराने किस्से थे
जो स्याह से सफा हो गए,
उन खतों का क्या को
बाढ़ में सफेद हो गए।

लोग रो रहे हैं अपना
बसेरा लुटा के।
हम तो अपन अपना घरौंदा
बरसों पहले बिखेर आए थे,

किताबी रिश्ते निभा रहे हैं
मुद्दातों से,
अपना सब कुछ तो पहले
ही लुटा आए थे।

जिम्मेदारियों के बोझ में
ऐसे फंसे थे,
यादों को याद करने का वक्त
ही नहीं रहा।

आज पूरा शहर पानी में
डूबा है,
लोग रो रहे है लुट जाने के
सदमे से।

उजड़ उनके नग्मे, ग़ज़लें,
खतों का पिटारा गया है,
अश्कों का सैलाब हमारा
अब उमड़ा है,

बरसों पहले बिखरे रिश्तों को
जल समाधि आज मिली है,
उमर के उस हिस्से के लिए खुल
के रोने की आज़ादी आज मिली है।

Sparkle In Wisdom
2/8/2019

I remember my rides
With high speeds ..
The thrills, the adventure in rain, hail and shine..
I remember my days spent wandering...
In countryside and beyond..
I remember heavy rains..
Made sudden urge for drive...
The unplanned long drives,
The eating out was always a norm..
And junk food was so much fun...

The speed kills, never detested my love to ride back then,
And
Life was so much fun...

The adventure is all changed now,
Since my daughter came along,
I started to watch my speed,
And 30-40km/hr became a check point in my life,
Rain became a slippery mess,
And I became a careful rider..

Where,
I cannot meet an accident,
Getting injured or sick is out of question,
Being healthy is a compulsion..
And life cannot be taken for granted,
Cause I have to take care of my little one.

I cannot be a careless mess,
I cannot eat burger for lunch..
My daughter demands pizza and fries,
I serve her baked veggies topped with sunshine..(fried egg)..
She give me a harsh look to ****..
I give back her a smile..
She knows her gaze did not ****..
She attack her food with no fun...

All my ABC's start with veggies and fruits..
Cautious me is always in a fret..
A bit cold makes me a nurse,
I wrap my daughter in coat doubled of woolen.

When she overhears my adventure days,
She can't believe her ears and feels all untrue..
One day she saw my album of old pics..
Questioning eyes, accusing eyes all was on her face..
The pic had me..
Riding fast..ending on a pizza joint, with spirits in my hands ..
And now,
I have a sheepish smile to hide my fear.
Trying time of explaining stuff that had been a distant past..

Next thing on my list was,
To hide the album deep,
For never to be found again till she becomes a parent, a mom....!

The adventure of being a mom are too high...

Mom can't have a drink and sleep carefree...
But with sleepless nights, she become a zombie.
Mom can't go for long drive , can't spend night- outs with her friends,
And she ends up with tension high degree, When daughter doesn't return from her friend's birthday celebration.
Mom can't spend time on the foolish talks with her friends on phone ...
For the energy drains with arguments with daughter for rights and wrongs
And for the now that's wrongs, which was once right .

Being a Mom is toughest thing...
To live a life with example is the adventure in itself.

Sparkle In Wisdom
31/7/2019

O this grillo cricket singing.
It's heart out.
all the night long!.
 Mystical creature so loud.
               reciting it's mating song.
                     Lonesome as me it is!
                Can't **** it though.
                I feed it veggies instead
       It's good luck to sweep it.
away and bad to harm it
It keeps me.
thinking of that old.
Grasshopper mine.
     that blue green
            mind bending.
                      eyed wearing.
                             its purely gold.
                                crown.                          ­           enamoring me.
           O how it did it!
Oh how he wrote!.
             King grasshopper mine
                       wore his gold mask
                    sparkled with song
   All night long!
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By: Karijinbba