कुछ केहना था

This is me trying myself at a Hindi composition. Sincere apologies to non-Hindi readers.
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यूं तो कुछ केहना था, लेकिन 

समझ नही पाया की आखिर कहाँ से शुरू करूं,

अंत मे कुछ नही बोलना ही सही समझा

देख कर तुम्‍हे याद तो आई थी कुछ बातेँ,

मैं समझ नही सका की कहाँ छुपी थी यें,

अंत मे कुछ नही बोलना ही सही समझा

पूछने पर तुम्हारे कुछ बोलना चाहता था,
शायद सोचा था की बोलना ज़रूरी नही होता, 
क्यूंकि हर बार की तरह इस बार भी मेरी आँखों ने दोखा दिया था मुझे,
लेकिन तुम समझ नही पायी, इसलिये 

अंत मे कुछ नही बोलना ही सही समझा

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©2014 Aman Gupta

Swiftly

Dedicated to Nayanika - you're so sweet and we all love you :)

This one has been long over due and I'm sorry for it.

The wind starts to blow on a lush green landscape, the summer smell reminds me of a distant memory. Everything in sight is painted in the summer colours, yellow, green and blue as far as I can see. As my feet touch the soil, I can tell this sensation will be cherished long after it's gone.
The can feel the wind in my hair. My senses are awake and my eyes try to soak in the mesmerizing sight all at once, which proves to be difficult. The slow coo of birds mixed in perfect harmony with the sound of wind and swaying trees tops, feels musical and magical at once. The great virtuoso pulls the curtains over and it's suddenly starting to rain.
The horizon is a shade of blue-black, with the sun peeking from behind. The sound of rain hitting the earth triggers another memory buried deep. Slow claps of thunder rock the scene but I'm not afraid, I feel overwhelmed at nature's wonderful orchestra. The flash of lightening is streaky and oddly lightens your heart. In an instant, I've let go of it all.
The rain drops tingles the senses, it's cold but heart warming. The water in this rain has travelled very far to be here with you at this moment. This reminds me of home, a distant one.
Slowly, the grey clouds give way to the blue skies and it's bright again. I figure there's a meaning in it all but I'm too hazed too think about it too much. I go back to listening to nature and everything's beautiful again.

©2011-2013 Aman Gupta

Connect the dots.

Follow the letters..

Days keep blurring past, every attempt at deciphering the motion makes my head fuzzy. It's too much speed in too little time. The skeptic reminds me. Life has become a panorama of odd memories haphazardly stitched together. On a wide scale of time, the photograph contains so little of details as possible. I wonder if things are going to change for the better or worse at the next turn. Given my luck, I'll remain just cautiously optimistic.

In the vast landscape of time, there ever comes a moment so amazing that the universe decides to cut forward the scenes, against your wishes. A moment so astounding that language fails to describe it. These moments, however rare and indistinguishable from the scenery, instantly trigger emotions deep and moving.

Known routes only lead to places seen and unknown ones are the window to the rest of the world. You can be struck down with what you will see and suddenly, the panorama untwists and the finer details start to sparkle in the light. You can either embrace the change or keep sticking with your old and twisted photograph. I know what you will choose.

Simple emotions are the purest ones. Escapist in nature. The sense of running your hand through someone's hair. Looking dreamily at someone's face. Finding a missing part of yourself. Celebrating madness. All simple.

Heightened heart beats. The rhythmic music of beats fuelled by an influx of emotions long forgotten in a painful past. The changes in pace of the beats synchronizes with your slow long breaths and you know, this is the most beautiful moment you will ever come across.

Alive for the first time, the slow opening eyes like after your first kiss with a distant dream. Moments like these sparkle as bright as the stars in the photograph. You know you won't be the same person again, your life is about to take a turn for the good - for the first time. Are you ready to embrace it?

.. did you follow?


©2013 Aman Gupta

Dark Memories

A bird flutters its feathers. A clock ticks a second. A drop of rain falls on my windowsill.


Every second, there are millions of happenings around the universe but you don’t suppose that something important is going to happen to you..A call maybe from the distant yet near past or seeing someone you took pain in forgetting.....sometimes at the time of the event, you don't think, you don't look around you....your heart leaps. Nothing...nothing can go wrong now, you dive into your past breaking all the silent promises, silently.

After 'Screwing Up’ you know you had your chance, time ruins the deepest of friendship...so what’s an hour long 'friendly' talk. It was as if a chill swept through me, constraining my heart but forcing it to pump harder the black blood in my veins. The Memories of it will haunt me for some time to come.....

(C)Aman Gupta 2009

Rains, the Amazing Drops of Wonderfulness

Rains.....
I held my hand up and asked him, what is is this water that falls from the above. He looked up, smiled at me and said-'This is no ordinary water, this water has travelled miles and miles before reaching your palm. But its not the hydrological cycle that makes it wonderful...' I asked what it was, out of curiosity..'But, its nothing more than God's own way of saying that He loves us'.I thought about that for a second while he looked at me, then I asked him why this way when there are other?.He again spoke in his calm voice-'because, yesterday he saw everyone suffer from the hot, now he wants to help them by bringing this cold water..'.The question was already in my mind, so I asked him that if he cant see us suffer, then why doesn't it rain all the time?. He smiled again and answered-'Because if it would rain all the time, then who will miss God and remember his name?'The Question was blinding and I was not ready...

Rains are from Heaven, Amazing, soothing, rich, cold, and overall BEAUTIFUL....
(C)Aman Gupta 2009