Chemical Locha

Palms sweating, fingers trembling and heart racing.... this is not the sequence of a thriller, but my condition while typing the very words you're reading. 

It has been almost a year since I have written something, and yesterday self doubt went to the maximum, and I concluded that I have officially reached a forever buffering mode in writing! But, as a 17 year old student in her "adulting" phase, being at constant rebellion with myself is my job, hence here I am, talking, or technically writing, whatever I could think of. 

"Time nhi hai" 

This is one of the most pointless yet mainstream phrases which we all are familiar with and guilty of using whenever we feel so. "Being busy" is rather a state of mind, which gives us a momentary satisfaction, but does not allow us to do anything more which we might be capable of doing at that time.  This phrase is one of the reason why Pablo Picasso once said, 'Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up'. 

In short, I have been thinking about this Chemical Locha that happens once we start growing up and eventually put Time on a pedestal, compromising our own identity, and I ended up writing this poem: 

चुटकी 

चुटकी भर का काम है 

चुटकी में हो जाएगा 

एक चुटकी का भी मोल है 

ये समझने में जीवन कट जाएगा।  

ए पाखी 

ये चुटकी आखिर है क्या? 

ऐसे समय की गिनती 

जो खुद अनगणित है 

ये चुटकी तेरी सोच है 

जो तेरे पंखों को जकड़े है 

इसी से तेरे आसमाँ के 

तूने खुद किये हज़ारों टुकड़े है 

समय की सीमा से तू अपनी 

ख़ुशी ना तोल पाएगी 

क्योंकि चुटकी तो हमेशा होगी 

तू बीत जाएगी।  

असीम समय की गिनती में 

ना खोने दे खुदको 

अपने पंखों से उड़ान भर 

और जीने दे खुदको।  

Thus, there is always time if you want so. Embrace it instead of racing against it.  

Thank you for reading this post and I would love to hear your thoughts on it.  We'll meet again soon with a next post. 

Bbye

Until next time