The Distance

It's a beautiful sunday morning. And something is missing. A part of me is missing. I am here, on my bed, writing this out, while experiencing a hunger which cannot be satisfied. The hunger of a homely breakfast on my dining table with my family.

Fresh Idlis , Sambhar , Coconut chatni or be it the traditionally sindhi cokie with dahi, anything would do. I have to make do with Maggi here. And yeah, the maggi that mom makes, tastes totally different!! Never valued home more. I can just remember a saying which is put up on my Nani's bedroom wall-"A house is built of bricks but a home is built of hearts"

It is the distance, that makes us value. For years, I took everything for granted. But that is really the rule of life.There is a difference between knowing the value of things and realizing their value. The realizing part is what is important, be it anything.

अंजान दलदल

एक अंजान सी घबराहट,
बेकारण, बेहिसाब
जब मैं न समझूं,
छोट्टी से छोट्टी बातें ।

क्यों रुका हूँ मैं,
क्यों नही चल रहा,
न मैं जानूं यह,
क्यों थमा हूँ मैं यहाँ.

पेट में अजीब सी गुड गुड
न पास है घर,
रास्ता भी चौडा,
और दूर है मंजिल.

रात है बड़ी घनी,
सूरज उभरेगा जल्द ही,
इन चन् पलों का गुज़रना,
ही तोह लगे जैसे एक सदी.