Looking up, while a song plays, the zig-zags of the birds make tiny shadows on the blue afternoon sky. I had never seen those shadows, before. Probably did, but never thought of it, unlike today. Maybe it’s this song.
Paper planes we drifted off in an era gone by. Only this time they continued the spiral for a wee bit longer, as these birds fly themselves. The open door gave me a big window to view their flight.
“Beparwah.. rang ka jaaya..
Chitt laage ne.. main uktaaya..
Haal bayaan ho na haal bayaan..
Hona fakat hai fanaa..”
While the song continued to play on. I put on a big smile. Involuntary. The song and the birds. The directionless joy complementing the lyrics. Describing the essence of exactly that very moment.
“Ranj ke sadqe ho gayi jaan
Dhadkan jaise dhuaan…
Naa.. labeya kuch
Na hal paaya..
Naaaa hai pata.. manzar na disha… “
Few things cannot be put in words. Not only emotions but viewpoints like these. While I reminisce the afternoons where I had nothing to do. The winter afternoons. Soaking in the sun. Waiting for the clock to strike a certain time to run past the gates to play. The anticipation of doing something. Waiting for the green light.
Today, there isn’t any. Just stares. Stares out of this door, into the abyss formed in my imaginary viewing pod.
“Pyaar hai dheh sa gaya..
Hai kadar kahan..
Mann hai yaadon a ek majmaa”
Retrieving the good memories and keeping the rest closed somewhere. The assembly of thoughts are being selective for their own selfish reasons. Apt. Nothing wrong in that.
“Na hai aata
Manzar na dishaa
Khaak hua hai kadar kahan”
The birds drift out of the view. Still in the sky, just out of my view. Out in someone else’s reveries. I continue to watch out for them, while the Blue sky remains the blank canvas of thoughts. Waiting!