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A Rosy Face |
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by Bijender Singh |
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![]() Her memorization kindled inside my heart never quenching sweet fire that retards me from any further waiting. That is why every moment I keep waiting and waiting and waiting in the hope of a single glimpse of her. She has snatched everything from me. What is left in my possession is a sweet-seeming stagnant pain at the core of my heart of hearts. It is a profound state of melancholia and I want to get myself hospitalized, to be kept under proper medication where I can find somewhat solace, a heave of relief. But hospital is turning me more serious patient rather than convincing me. I blame not any of the health personnel but I as you first get the wind that being a patient I have lack of patience. I am in the state of hypochondria and there are two treatments for me amnesia and insomania. Memories are inevitable and irrevocable and quick chock-a-block.So I cry and seek help direct from almighty God: O God, O my Lord! Give me thine sword. Trim all the memories. I tense less and void of worries. A flux and reflux is tormenting my heart. But a fair and square fruit is yet to be tasted. I do see eye to eye with my heart but my science is dragging me behind and titling-tattling somewhat in my ear silently but my heart knows all the ins and outs of my conscience and becoming a stumbling block. Why do then I not fare in that particular affair is also a crucial question. Everywhere I choose a untrodden path, giving a wide berth.I always have a safe distance from any storm that may bring a storm in my life. I don’t want to get into soup like this and always take an escape route just because I have a long way to go. By the way, I am till now unable to know what is happening in the green-room of my heart. Why my heart is always ready to go off the deep end and not a little-bit scared from going through fire and water. I laugh in my sleeves to see the mischievousness of my heart and leave the track that is beaten almost by everyone. I don’t make much of any beauty having rosy look but give a prime importance to that rosy contenace.I have been always in the same boat in all situations. I feel the warmth of a rose, have its fragrance, prays the god how many painstaking efforts and he has undergone with making a masterpiece of his art like this. All this is not like ‘easy come, easy go’ thought process for only time being .I am the keen observer of nature and I have a finger in the pie to find the beauty wherever and whenever I trace it out in the pettiest issue and a rosy face has ,for sure, an eternal influence even on a stone mind. But I hanker after a rose but never do the folly to pluck it away for fragrance, for me, is more important than a rosy face. Image (c) Gettyimages.com |
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27-Jun-2013 | ||
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