Monday Made moods to poetic pattern of leaves, twined their strings with a thread of sunrise inked them a life by the melody of birds. She raised curtains up, allowing the memoir of motions daub the sky-blue notions and gulped hope in a scoop of clouds
Tuesday Took dives down the waters of notions blowed wind through them and with a bouquet of cherry-blossoms painted them spring.She embellished her instincts in the kisses of flowers and breathed out metaphors as calm as the morning breeze
Wednesday Woke up to midnight summers of Morocco, charged her pen from the stars, drank a cup of moon-magic and danced to sliver-shadows. She scratched verses in between the polka-dot petals, exhaled mustard maze and took steps back to the udyana of her dreams
Thursday Through a palanquin of reveries she burnt some lines in the sunset fires, collected ashes and supressed the roars and thunders of some stories to rhymes like the quills on a bride's gown Wrapped up the rest of tales with her long hairs like sun in an ice ball
Friday Festooned spirits and the meters with ribbons of rhymes hanging down her arms like the autumn leaves on the stairs of Hazratbal shrine Watered her pot of black and white memories, turned on a cassette of Sufi music and was lost in the vintage smilies
Saturday Sat under a Gulmohar tree, wrote all the depths of her heart and dyed all the leaves in thirst of her soul.The ink was flowing on the grass like the flow of Jhelum.Onset of dusk and she left for home, content at heart, survived at soul, her eyes displayed the secrets of ink
Sunday Sun soaked gulmohar leaves were carried to the banks of Dal by a gush of evening zephyr A Mulla while anchoring his boat picked up these ink-stained leaves and recited poetries on them to Zabarwan hills and blowed them to waters, the waters they had arisen from Waves ctwched them and passed their perfume to the falcon of nature ~SG ________________________________________________ •Udyana~ A Sanskrit word meaning "garden" •Hazratbal Shrine~ A shrine located at Srinagar, Kashmir •Jhelum~ A river of Kashmir •Zabarwan hills~ Famous hills of Kashmir •Dal~ Famous lake of Kashmir
Starting it with the restitution of phone calls , 2020 was a desired start for the fractured land of distinguished #Kashmir. We , the inhabitants, were still copying dravid and pujara.. defending the opening to make this inning a better one, although we never hope for a lead. Then the widespread buzz around was changing VPNs, (hacking ka gunah bas reh gaya tha humse..wo b kara liya). Getting a new vpn was the ardent desire of #kashmiris. We were never demanding ...no roti , kapda , makan, no ...bijli , pani , sadak..bas vpn chahiye tha.. although a handful of us.. were knowing it's full form , untill it came a question ina competitive exam.. actually unka maqsad bi yahi tha..shayad hum galti se ..kisi naye vpn ka naam bata den... #kashmiri's afterall.
Who knows the next shot of Almighty , he sweeped it from #wuhan to bewakufon ka mulk , and we titled it #corona. or #COVID19. Lockdowns took us to a new tour of life.. and Kashmiris were tweeting day - night , on their traditional #twitter - "Waane_pend". Dopnas .."Ade chukh corona ...be kithkenh mane". ( Mnz... Corona honge tum wuhan ke...hum ni mante yahan). We #Kashmiris were living with a hope, that nothing will strike us... (Tute hue ko kon todta hai #Aug.2019). Later to some extent we agreed that corona exists..but gaerat ki baat thi ...to thoda defend b karna pada.. Temi wonus...aes..modiyin chal.(#modi ki chal).
This deadly corona corroded the relationships ...but you know ..there is some good in every bad ..It is still with us ..and the year is no more.....2020 was just a number , we used to calculate time... Nature's process will be same...we ll be still revolving the sun and spinning with earth..but we have to deal differently, and act in a new fashion.
Yet this morning, I feel an aroma of expectations, some want to be rich, some want to be healthy , some will get married , some need air #delhi, some still need food , some producers demand their rights , and some hypocrites need understanding. At the end of this fresh inning , again we will look for the same...#happiness . Man is greedy, always winning , and beginning again.
To conclude this.. i will say...
The game is not over till your last inning. Everyday here, is a new beginning.
At the crack of the dawn let's start a long walk no specific destination just you and nature together and your wonderful thoughts to compliment with it continue your journey until your feet can't take you any further just stop that moment and carefully notice your surrounding it's a city or a town or middle of a jungle or probably a beach anyway take your time to admire it take a picture it will last long or my choice will be to sit and draw the scene before you then it will probably get engraved in your mind then you can go back home. The purpose of this journey is nothing special just it is for introspection and finding a new destination.