Thoughts

किस सिम्त देखूँ
सामने है ज़िन्दगी
और तू पीछे कहीं

वो न छोड़े मुझे
कैसी विडम्बना
तू अपनाये नहीं

कशमकश में हूँ
साँसें हैं मेरी या
कहीं गिरवी रखी

देखूँ आसमां तो
दुआ करे दिल मेरा
न टूटे तारा कोई

चुभता हूँ अब भी
आँखों में तेरी अमित
है यह कैसी नमी

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 76

The older I get, the more this seems the only way to exist. There was a time when my family was known as the “remember when” family. We spent a lot of time remembering when things happened and when you have kids that is not difficult as they give you so much to remember.

Those memories so often bring you a sense of joy and laughter recalling the various acts committed by different family members and its good to know you have a history and one that is worth recalling.

But as I age the past is something so easily looked back on, but the future is where expectation lies. There is an urge to write it all down and leave a written account for future generations, and I’ve started doing some of that.

The problem with looking backwards is you not only have the good stuff to consider, but…

The dimming street lights
cast a long shadow
you are taking long strides
to keep the demons away
from catching up to you

You are hiding your soul
saving it
Not ready to make a deal with
with the devil yet
the flickering light in your heart
is giving you way
While the night engulfs the
shadows away

It’s the beginning of the nightfall
the night is dense
You can’t track your guiding star
The shadows are catching up
You can only run this far.

You can knock all you want
There won’t be any
help you can find
the voyeurs in the street
would love to hear you
screaming alive.

Your hurtful pleads
can only go so far
the lights are dimming
voices are dying down
you can only run this far.

Photo by Paul Garaizar on Unsplash

This post is in response to the daily prompt  Dim