DREAM

DREAM

One day, I woke up not to find her around me. Guess, who I am without her.....unable to recognize, ..... beep ...... beep .... curr ....hangover...toss and turn and toss and turn ...... yawn ......... I welcomed myself in a world of Zombie ....................................... ..........................................................................................................

.................................. later that day, when I found myself in front of the mirror......I interrogated for my eyes were without emotion..... so blank, I found myself wretched................................. 

Oh! sorry! Please do not take me otherwise, its not the bitch, my beloved, whom I am talking to............

I could sense my words. It is 'She'- my dream, my passion. Without her, a tinge of guilt had overtaken my love for life. Sensing the fact, I jumped to the my study chair grabbing my pen....paper...book and in front of me was a world 'so interesting'!!!

अंततः

अंततः

 मैं रहूँ या न रहूँ

 क्या फर्क पड़ता है?

दरख्तों   के  वे  कोमल   पत्ते  तो  होंगे

जिनका स्पर्श हमने  मिलकर  किया  था  कभी 

जमीं  की  गीली  मिट्टी  भी  होगी

   जहाँ  हमने  अपने  पैरों  के  निशां मिलाये  थे...

   तन्हाईयाँ भी  होगी

   जिसे  हमने  अलग - अलग  महसूस  की  थी  शायद ...

तुम्हारे  पास  मेरे  पुराने  ख़त  होंगे

वह  किताबे  भी  होंगी

जिसे  वादा  कर  तुमने कभी  नहीं  लौटाई

डाइरी के  पन्नों  के  बीच 

   मेरा  दिया   हुआ  गुलाब  सूख  गया  होगा

   मैं  नहीं  हूँ  तो क्या फर्क पड़ता है?

   तुम्हारे  लम्बे  घने  बाल   होंगे

   और  चेहरे  पर  मुस्कराहट  के  फूल

   कस्तूरी  गंधयुक्त  देह

   तुम्हे  कोई  अपना  सा  लगने  लगेगा

   फिर  वही  सिलसिला ...

पत्तों  का  छूना

गीली  मिटटी  पर   चलना 

ख़त  लिखना ......फूल  देना ...

एक  दुसरे  का  स्पर्श कर

हदों  को  पार  कर  टूटना

फिर  जुड़ने  का  प्रयास  करना

और  अंततः  जुड़  जाना

ऐसे  में  ..... मैं  रहूँ या  न  रहूँ 

क्या  फर्क  पड़ता  है .

Love that consumes.....

...and love, which kind of love you are talking about: eros, philos, or agape.

She looked at me blank, but her friend smiling with a slight effort to hide it. I easily could sense that she knew the three Greek words for love.

The feeling of love, I continued, that exists between two people is 'eros'.
Love in the form of friendship is 'philos'.
And when the flame of philos stops burning, it transcends into the highest form of love i.e. 'agape'- something beyond discussion, to be felt and to be lived.
Whether the girl was a bit embarrassed or enlightened, I could not make it, but her friend looked at me with adoration in her eyes and I looked her elegant coiffure by the corner of my right eye.

"Have you ever been in love?" asked the girl.
This unexpected question supposed to reveal my private life surprised me a bit. I waited for a moment and started, "I have known a lot of woman, if that is what you mean. And I have really loved each one of them. But I experienced agape only with one. The one........" I kept on speaking in my trance for long. I don't know when I got my consciousness.
"Agape is the total love. It is the love that consumes the person who experiences it. Whoever knows or experiences agape learns that nothing else in this world is important- just love. It is the kind of love Jesus felt for humanity. It exists in two forms- enthusiasm or ecstacy; a state of pure bliss, quite different of orgasm; a connection with God."

And the other is death, said her friend.
The "PRESENT", said the girl.
I found my mouth open in wonder, looking at the girl.