Living With A Stranger

These days I am living with a stranger. It is really funny how people you once knew turn into complete strangers.
All the time that you spent with them, was maybe spent living under the illusion that you know them but after all there is this one moment that comes along to show you how mistaken you were.

I know how it feels then,  because it happened to me recently. I'll tell you. The second you come to know of something that person did and you never expected him/her to because he/she knew it would hurt you,  you feel like you are looking at a stranger whose eyes do not radiate care, but ignorance. Ignorance that says "Excuse me, who ARE you?"

 Some tend to fight this stranger to make him/her  pay for what they have lost, for all the hurt that they have to bear. Some, like me shroud themselves with silence. Which is the better way, I don't know since this is my first time dealing with such a situation. I just hope I come out of it a wiser person

P.S. This post is in English because I thought that the balance of my posts was shifting to ones in Hindi 

मेरा कोना

एक कोना है 

दुनिया की भाग दौड़ से

ज़माने के शोरगुल से 

अलग, दूर कहीं मन 

की उन सलवटों में 

छिपा कर रखा है 

जहां सिर्फ मैं पहुँचती हूँ 

उस कोने को सजाया है 

मैंने कुछ खास यादों से

वो खुशियों के पल

वो ऐसी ठोकर जो 

कुछ बड़ा सिखा गयी थी

वो कुछ बातें जो 

दिल के कागज़ से मिटती नहीं 

उनसे मिलने जाती हूँ मैं 

जब होती हूँ उदास 

या होती है तलाश 

किसी ऐसे जवाब की 

जो दुनिया में नहीं मिलता

खोजने चली जाती हूँ मैं 

वहीँ उसी कोने में कहीं 

उन सभी को सलाम करते हुए  जो असफलताओं के बाद भी हार नहीं मानते और फिर उठ जाते हैं आगे बढ़ने को तैयार होकर :


चंद लम्हे छूटे तो क्या 

जिंदगानी तो अभी बाकी है 

एक दफा फिसले भी तो क्या

आसमान मुट्ठी में भरना तो अभी बाकी है