While Spring Stays...

06^th February, 2016.

Hello humans! My fellow companions to hell! How do you fare? Ah, let me take a wild guess here, you fare well! Either that or you are feeling the untimely heat of February which I cannot help.

Speaking of February, spring is here. Or summer! I am not very sure, never was. Spring is that one season that arrives out of the blues and rushes out with a strange exaltation, leaving me (don’t know about others) stranded to face the blazing sun and the nightmarish heat. It has been so for the last few decades, and I always fail to catch up. I guess that’s a fault rendered by the elementary education and silly Hindi songs talking about the dreamy ambience of spring with bees and butterflies and new leaves and blooming buds and whatnot. I am not denying them, they may happen, but as I said, I always miss it out. Or maybe I don’t. I miss the physical realm of it, I never see bees buzzing about or the roses bloom, but that’s just physicality of the season, which is fine by me. I mean, if spring is just to be marked by a silly date or a number of absurd factors, then I apologize, I am not your guy. But ask me if I feel it around, ask me if my heart races suddenly and I smile without any reason, remembering something I ought to forget and ask me if I look at the sky for no good reason, I would give you a story to tell. I assume a lot of people do that and I guess they are to be appreciated. People who smile for no reason are more amazing than anything, because they feel something that others don’t. I do that a lot.

Geez! I am trying to write, but this is one of those moments when my brain goes for a walk and won’t return easily and the ‘intellectual’ void is too big to fill. It’s like this gap which you really want to fill and you brainstorm, but all you get is flashbacks of silly cat videos, cheesy Bhojpuri songs that can lead you to perpetual dementia with its auto-tune and vulgar innuendos, for which you will either lament or you will slam you head, to get some good idea for writing. As of right now, all I am getting is the renaissance, the glorious revolution, and the stupidity of doing journalism when everything is bought and sold, and for good reasons, I cannot write them together. But I can do this...

Aazad farishton ko qaid kiya maine,

Gulistan-e-firdaus ko jalaya maine,

Tere liye.

Khuda ke inaayat ko thukraya maine,

Uske hukm ko namanzoor kiya,

Uski marzi ko jhuklaya maine,

Tere liye.

Chahta toh tujhe bhi rok leta,

Teri fariyaadon ko darkinaar kiye,

Tujhe bhi qaid kar leta,

Par jaane do,

Apne haathon ek aur jahannam banane ki khwahish

Nahi thi mujhe.

Jalte hue khwabon ko aur jalaake,

Tujhe jane diya,

Tere liye.

So, there, a stupid verse for you all to read and enjoy, while spring still stays.

Tada!