I did not want to exist that moment
As I felt pointless to tell the truth
And there was nothing that you would think
Is reasonable to cry out
I was broke since I became
Part of this rich cultured world
I was so torn like a bamboo basket
That had been soaked and forgotten
And still I am.
I wanted not to be me
I looked around for a change
But the mirrors reflected only me
I crashed the mirrors
And got inside it
And I ended up inside a saloon
With a barber with the longest hair
I asked him how could I change?
He thought with the scissor picking his teeth.
A smile brightened his face
He said, “That is why I exist.
I like people like you
Who comes to me with better meaning of me
Not just to cut their hair to bear the sunny days.
And I wanted to be different
That is why I have this long hair.”
So he shaved my head.
And the lady to whom I lost myself
Did not like my shaved head
Or she hated me sweating
And I was sweating
But I was calm and quiet
Like it was a winter night
“Anyway” was what her eyes meant
She held my hand took me to her stairs
Where she faces the windy side of the city
I felt for the first time I was not in the city
She was making some soup
While I was watching the children flying kite
I saw the freedom,
The kites have felt
Strolling and winging
In the never ending sky,
In their eyes
Even if they came out from a 10 square feet room
My lady offered me the soup
With a steel spoon
Which once we bought
From the famous Darya Ganj Sunday Market,
Not to be mistaken
It is not the place where western influenced people go
To look for Levi’s pair of jeans
Or anything-branded clothes,
It is the market where books are sold
In the cheapest price they could be
It is where from I bought “Cinnamon Peeler.”
As I looked deeper and deeper
In the sky facing the wind
I was again reasoning for my existence
But she stopped me
And asked me “Can you fly Kite?”
I said no and had a sip of soup
She asked, ”How come?
Hadn’t you even tried once?”
I said no
I don’t want to feel unrealistic freedom
That the kites feel at the highest altitude
That too control by a soft thread,
May that was the reason unknowingly
I had never tried it……
1 comment:
touching n sweet...i love it
dint know dat your thoughts always run this deep!!!!!
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