I stand alone

Lonesome I stand
amongst a multitude,
with no companion but myself,
with memories of my past,
that, like autumn leaves,
lie scattered about my feet,
by Hope they are blown away;
and dreams of mine,
that, like flowers of Azure Spring,
bloom on every tree and vine,
colouring pale Life
with their hues,
despair and strife,
hand in hand, fading away.

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from head to crown,
Clean favoured and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
Always a gentleman when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses,when he said,
"Good morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
                                                                      -Edwin Arlington Robinson 



How wrong people are, to judge us just from our demeanour......when, the side of ourselves that we reveal to the world, is merely a shade, perhaps a farcical one, of the spectrum of hues that colour us. Each of us has a story to tell - the truths about ourselves that we know in the darkest depths of our hearts, no matter how much we deny them or try to keep them in concealment from the world. We are all Richard Cory(s), envied by others, yet, troubled by our own secrets and facades.

Aman ki asha.....

Sarhad ke jharokhon se dekhti hoon main
dekhti hoon usi lalimaa ko
ek nayi subah ko aaghosh mein lete hue
dekhti hoon usi balkhati jheel ko
khilkhilati hui hariyali ke sahare mudte hue
dekhti hoon vahi lehrate khet
vahi kaliyaan jinka khilna
bahar ke aghaaz  ki dastak deta hai
dekhti hoon azad gagan mein
panchiyon ke ik jhund ko
bewatan
jo na mere asmanon ka hai na uske
dekhti hoon bazaar ki usi hulchul ko
maidan mein khiladiyon ke usi junoon ko
dekhti hoon use jo mujh jaisa lagta hai
sunti hoon uski boli jo kahi-suni lagti hai
dekhti hoon usi sunehri shaam ko
uske aangan mein baste hue
dekhti hoon usi chand ko
raat ka daaman sajate hue
dekhti hoon
dekhkar lagta hai
sheeshe mein jhaank rahi hoon
sunti hoon
door kahin se bandook ki goonj
sunkar nazraane par parda padh jaata hai......