bohat samay pehle
jab samay ka janm nahi hua tha
sirf shunya tha, andhkar tha
aur vishnu ki nidra tuti nahi thi
jab samay ka janm nahi hua tha
sirf shunya tha, andhkar tha
aur vishnu ki nidra tuti nahi thi
bohat samay pehle
jab sabhi cheejein nayi thi
aur unke naam nahi
vivran hua karte the
jab sabhi cheejein nayi thi
aur unke naam nahi
vivran hua karte the
bohat samay pehle
jab fasal ugi thi pehli
kisi nadi ke kinare
aur sabhyata ne pankh failaye the apne
jab fasal ugi thi pehli
kisi nadi ke kinare
aur sabhyata ne pankh failaye the apne
tab bhi,
tum thi
main tha
aur tha prem
tum thi
main tha
aur tha prem
a long time ago
when time hadn’t taken birth
there was only a void, only a darkness
and vishnu’s* slumber was not yet broken
when time hadn’t taken birth
there was only a void, only a darkness
and vishnu’s* slumber was not yet broken
a long time ago
when everything was new
and they had no names
but descriptions only
when everything was new
and they had no names
but descriptions only
a long time ago
when the first crop was cultivated
beside a river bank
and civilization had spread its wings
when the first crop was cultivated
beside a river bank
and civilization had spread its wings
even then,
u were
i was
and there was love
u were
i was
and there was love
before every cycle of creation, lord vishnu is in his deep slumber (called yog nidra in hindi). when he awakens, the next cycle of (this illusionary) existence begins.
days here are being lived in their extremes. extremes of love and happiness, when we are together, and fortunately we’ve been together a lot these days. extremes of pain and despair, when i’ve been diagnosed with cervical and she seems a distance away. its a big contrast of emotions, a mighty tug at heart, with each passing day… i am just living each day, nothing is left for tomorrows to pine about what were, once the most beautiful and live-able yesterdays of my life.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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