Little Do I...

Little do I move ahead…

                On the ways I had wished…

As the seasons blink…

                Little do I grow on the sands I stood…

Little do the clouds move in the sky…

                When the Sun ponders over its daily plan…

Little do I sing these days…

                The Songs of Summer and Spring…

The keys of my piano remain silent…

                So do I; Often the clock kicks me awake…

Little do I follow…

                The footsteps of Destiny and Time…

Keeping and Falling things in place…

                Little do I follow my life and its pace…!

 Time has its own magical pace that plays an instrumental role in human life. Be it pacifying some emotions or altering one’s plans.  Everyone keeps speeding up day in and day out to match the so called inimical pace by garnering land or paper rockets and balls (Read: Degrees & Currency Notes). Let me take some time out, take a pause for some unknown cause and let me be oblivion of any such apocryphal pace and see what was left and what more could suffice…!!!

Amit Purohit

The Lone Soldier

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The Beautiful Heart

The Beautiful Heart

1-September-2010
10 pm

It has been more than a month since I had spelt something. I faced writer’s block. But the vista of yesterday’s night inspired me to pen again. She was with me in a train’s compartment. Her broken leg still gave her jitters. We remembered the day when she met an accident. It was raining outside. Surat was on the verge of one of the deadliest floods the city ever witnessed. Her face rested on my thigh. My fingers roved around her forehead. I could feel the war her mind was going through. We were in pain. Inevitable; cold and eternal. The stormy rain drops peeped into the windows of the train. It was cold. The rain drops could not wet the already wetted couple in love. We never knew where we were heading; we had a feeling of togetherness that made the journey clumsier. She tried to close her eyes. The confused beholders of love were helpless. Time twisted their tale of love. Dreams ruined it often. Commitments slaughtered it. The train stopped. We departed. The rains and tears could define the feelings well. The lines of ‘The Beautiful Heart’ were imprinted in my mind. And the happiness linked with every creation of mine was replaced. The rains were in full swing. She stepped back. He looked into her eyes. The cacophony of the station turned mute. Time stood still. People paused. We kissed…!

There were times when she was far…

And I alone with my life at war
She cried and was lost in pain…
When I saw the sunny day and the blunt rain
The day when my shadow looked alien…
And tried to touch her; insane
I could hear the winds blowing…
But failed hearing her scream
The boisterous horns and the shining stars…
Made me think the glaring tear on her arm
The blond rain and the seas’ summon…
Rest is lost; the days pass; the nights inhuman
True love went to flames often…
Cherishes a moment; perishes sudden
Life has answers the more does it question…
Dreams keep rolling; Time ruins often...!

Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier
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