Shikayat is baat ki nahi ki zindagi ne humse poocha nahi,
Shikayat is baat ki nahi ki samay ne humko roka nahi,
Shikayat is baat ki hai ki hum uske saath chalte chale gae,
Ki zindagi kisi ko pooche ka mauka nahi deti, phir hum kyun asha ke mele mein ghumte reh gae!
Beautiful eyes with colors of hopes and dreams bigger than life. Mind that works, sometimes for good, sometimes for bad, but does not when to stop and let it end. Limbs that move in direction that sometimes are decided and sometimes undecided. Some in torn clothes, some in polished shoes. Some with hunger, some with menus. Human life is a kaleidoscope, which had often held my hand and taken me to a different world with every step and experience. Yes, the domain is painting called "Life" in the canvas of world.
I have been trying to paint this since over an year now. I see multiple shades of life while i travel to plush campus of my company for work. There is a run for life. There are stark realities and contrast which i observe everyday. Poor person pulling a cart infront of a BMW showroom unaware of what that huge showroom with two cars stood for? People with food carts for daily wage workers, a large stream of vehicles which seems to be heading towards no where and then there people running on road to rush to start a day which had nothing new in store. There are broken buildings which probably are signs of broken dreams which stood in glory years back and then there are huge mansions which stand on these broken foundations. There is a crowded corner, someone has just been a victim to the running life and his life has come to a stand still. People have gathered to see his stony eyes so that they can talk of it whole day.
Sometimes, i wonder, is life an illusion? Do we really know what we do, where we go, how we move and when we end? There is something called life which comes in us when we are born and almost instantaneously comes the fear for death. We learn to trust, feel and hurt. We learn to think, we keep building castles in our scope and who knows when will these stories and dreams rest in peace forever with us.
Yes, i do feel life is a mystery. Its a journey of hopes, successes, failures, feelings, but in the end destination for every human being is one- journey to an unknown world.
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