Toh kya hua

 छोटा सा घर, नन्ही सी बगिया

खुला आसमान, प्यारी सी दुनिया

संजोके ये लम्हे सीये, सो हैं

तो क्या हुआ, जीये तो हैं

दौड़ें क्यों, हमें चलने का शौक है

आँगन हमारा फुर्सत का चौक है

पीछे हैं छूटे, सुकून पीये तो हैं

तो क्या हुआ, जीये तो हैं

Terrified

 Hey babe,

I’ve been reading all these news and stories

of people finding their people dead

and I’m just…fucking terrified.

I’m terrified of that fate for both of us

but mostly for me.

These days my imagination finds me in that moment

and life races on a rewind track.

I watch all our moments of togetherness and separation

and I’m filled with regret.

After all, when you look back from the enormity of death,

not being together seems stupid, doesn’t it?

Why was that work trip so long, why was that meeting at night

why was that weekend tolied away, why did I sulk that time?

And for the moments that are together,

was physical presence enough?

Here in my imagination

my anguish screams at the present moment of us side by side.

“Turn around and face him, take his hand!

Breathe in the fragrance…time is slipping sand…”

But I do nothing, I don’t want to spread my freaky panic

I soothe myself that there’re years and years.

I know. I know. I know that’s bullshit.

It doesn’t matter how many seconds or centuries there are.

For when death does part

every second of the past counts

each one becomes a memory to treasure.

Then depth matters, intensity matters. Loving hard matters.

And you’re right, it’s okay to take this leap of faith

to break out of this fucking blight.

We’ll get there.

But meanwhile,

can we hold on a bit more tightly tonight?