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Inked philosophy — Fri, 21 Feb 2020 08:10:59 +0000

It’s been long, so long that it resembles the very beginning. My hands are still shivering as I write this, But Inked Philosophy is back in business, and it is here to stay.

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Inked philosophy — Sat, 08 Sep 2018 18:11:12 +0000

आज मैं उसके हाथों की चाय पी कर आया हूँ ।

उलझनों के दरिया में चाहत है बेहिसाब ,
उस कश्मकश की दुनिया को छोड़ के आया हूँ ।
अब मोहोब्बक्त ना भी रही उन्हें तो जाने दो यार ,
आज मैं उसके हाथों की चाय पी कर आया हूँ ।

मुमकिन ना था कि दीदार हो नसीब में ,
उन काली घटाओ को निचोड़ के आया हूँ ।
कह दो इस जमाने से अब शिकवा नही किसी से ,
मै जो अपने हिस्से की मोहोब्बत से रूबरू होकर आया हूँ
आज मैं उनके हाथों की चाय पीकर आया हूँ ।

कुछ गुरूर भी है और सुकून भी है ,
मै अपनी परछाई को उसके दर पे छोड़ आया हूँ ,
हो मुक्कम्मल दो पल की ज़िंदगी ही सही ,
पूरी कायनात पलट कर आया हूँ ।
आज मैं उनके हाथों की चाय पी कर आया हूँ ।

अब साँसे थम भी जाए तो परवाह नही मुझे ,
उम्र भर की दुआएं दे कर आया हूँ ,
अब मुमकिन नही की लौट आएंगे वो लम्हे ,
दो पल में पूरी ज़िंदगी जी कर आया हूँ ।
आज मैं उनके हाथों की चाय पी कर आया हूँ ।

– हर्ष वर्धन सैनी

Letters to No One- 02

Inked philosophy — Wed, 05 Sep 2018 03:25:12 +0000

Everyone cried that day. Even Mr. Harelson, whom everyone believed had no heart and two brains, shed a tear and those new clocks on the old walls tick-tocked clusmily as if they were stopping after every second, wiping their tears in a hurry to get back to their feet to tick-tock again. The unceremonious crying of wall clocks made the whole day even longer. It was a temporary sadness but when it arrived it felt as if it had always been there. Hiding behind those giant trees of ignorance. But today the wind was so strong it blew all the trees down that lane and exposed that artful sadness to the world. The world where everyone assumes himself to be happy only to find himself trapped in a never ending cycle of joy and sorrow. Sorry I didn’t cry that day as I had cried numerous times before that particular day. But tears are often assumed to be a sign of care. But Mr. Harelson cried that day or for that matter Julie, I hope you remember julie, who had always ensured that your life becomes a living hell cried. They even closed their eyes for complete 1 minute when we were asked to observe one minute silence in your rememberence. I didn’t close mine, I couldn’t. I never want my silences to identify your rememberences.

Hope you reply to this one.

Yours

Johny

Letter to No One – 01

Inked philosophy — Wed, 05 Sep 2018 03:15:17 +0000

Gone is everyone: Your ever ready friends who said they will always be there no matter what, Who reassured you of their presence even though you were sitting on the highest peak of the world, Who would always wait for you in the park even though there were no lights, Gone. Your family who taught you how to eat and how to swallow, How to talk and how to stay silent, how to tell the truth and how to hide the lies, Gone. Your girlfriend, Your job, Your ability to move on , the money in your wallet, the honey in your food. All that is gone. But this river remains with all its breath-taking calmness and its spirit numbing serenity. The clouds that cover the sky are here. They were here last year when you would come to this river and sit and cry your heart out and went to home like nothing had happened. Even though a lot was happening. I sit here all day and watch the people go by. The whole day is just as usual. But the evenings, they are different. Everyone comes here when the lights go out and I have this strange feelings that says everyone comes here only to cry, just like you. Some of them, I reckon, even want to die. Me included. I want to push myself in that mellow river. But just the thought is sufficient to threaten me. I often think what people think of just before they die.
When they have touched the floor after jumping from a 10 storey building or when they have used up all the gas that was hidning in every nook and cranny of their lungs. Are they afraid? or Is fear so satisfying that it demands your life and you gently surrender to it. How someone who commits a suicide sees it? Is it a victory or a failure? I had a friend who once said “Suicide is fatal, you should try it”. I wondered for long what he meant by it. One day right after finishing my dinner I asked mom what he meant and she said “Change your friends Johnny, What are you upto these days?” I mean replying a question with another question. Is that how you teach your kids? I went straight to my bed and thought about you. How did you feel?
Please reply

Yours
Johnny

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