I Want To Play...

My brother and I, have been very close and very good friends since childhood. Every afternoon after getting back from the school, we used to play all our favorite games. We used to play till late evening when our mom used to call us for dinner , and then it was time for sleep. All sorts of indoor and out door games. At times with other friends too, but most of the time it was just two of us because we used to live a bit far from the city. So not much of population lived around us. At least not many of our age.
We had build ourselves a small tent out of some old furniture and clothes. It was good to give us shade in the afternoon and a nice place to play. We had to rebuild it many times, coz as we grew taller and bigger, we needed bigger tents.
Our mom made delicious food for us.As we grew up, my brother, who was elder to me, started loosing interest in the games we played. He started to say, "what a stupidity this is?" He told me, "there is a big life in front of me and I want to become somebody in this life. I can no more waste time with your stupid games. Common now!! GROW UP."
Those words are etched in my mind. I stopped calling him to play.
He now lives in a far away land. Pursuing his purpose of life. Something inside me refuses to grow up. Something inside me still likes the play. There have been many other many kids near my house since my brother left. I tried to be friends with them. But they are no match to my brother. Nobody understands me as well as he did.
He pays me occasional visits. I wait for him to come. He tells me how stupid I am being, and I am just not ready to listen. He says that I will pay a heavy price for this. And I say I already am. He goes away, saying that if I ever want to get of of my tent, I should let him know and he will do me any help that he can. I thank him and remind myself of what a gem he is. He leaves and I say a wish in my heart that he be successful in whatever he has taken up. He gives me a call from his home, lets me know that he has reached safely, and again tells me to come out of my childishness. I just drop a tear and wish that he becomes a child again.

The Sunshine in a backyard..

"Pyar ka pehla khat likhne me...waqt toh lagta he..."
"Gaanth agar lag jaye toh phir rishte ho ya dori....gehre zakhmon ko bharne me...waqt toh lagta he"...
I often wonder to myself...how much more time will it before i have finally written this love letter perfectly enought to please my beloved.Will it be a lifetime?Or many more?I ask my beloved to give an answer. And he says
"Pyar ka pehla khat likhne me...waqt toh lagta he..."
"Gaanth agar lag jaye toh phir rishte ho ya dori....gehre zakhmon ko bharne me...waqt toh lagta he"...
He says, If you wish to be my admirer,
Wait till it becomes stronger..
If you wish to be best of friends,
Wait till it becomes purer,
If you wish to be my Love,
Wait till "you" does not exist anymore,
Wait till these entanglements..are shunned with the house you live in now,
Wait till the pain of your wounds has been relieved,
Wait till you are ready to forget the sunshine in your backyard,
Wait till you have made peace with the fact,that darkness is the real light,
And here I wait...for the day to come, when i have finally written the perfect letter. I don't have o play with the words in it, neither is any poetry going to do a magic. I am going to wait till the words are silenced.