Here I am…..sitting on this bench placed at the end of the platform number 5 of this busy  railway station….deserted, dilapidated!…..its  rather an amusing thing….that how can anything being physically so close to life…to a humongous number of people passing across it every now and then, be so perpetually averted!….this bench must have bin here for a real long time….must have witnessed so many emotions….its wood has a sagginess in it from the drizzling that just happened….n here..at this moment…am a mere company to this bench….or probably the other way round…the droplets of water developing at the edges of its rot iron bars…waiting to fall….growing with patience… a lucent purity…as if it were emoting…emoting madness about its potency!…

                  Sitting there…I observe people and their profound expressions…some with a hint of happiness and some with agony…some are rather ironic…and some are just blunt…few eyes searching someone…few waiting to be found…frowns on a kid’s face!…holding his mother’s palm…for being disapproved for a candy…..jubilance on another kids face for receiving a rupee tip on the last chai cup of the day, he just sold…portraying an amalgamation of contrasting shades of life….my vision traced that kid who was headed towards the porch, walking with a sense of unbound excitement!…he goes up to a girl, sitting there…crying!…his younger sister probably…n shows her, his achievement of the day…..that one rupee coin….that one small glimmering coin!!….never imagined that such a small piece of metal would posses so much of energy….energy to actuate limitless happiness!…bringing  a wide smile on her face…with high acuteness…nothing had ever meant or seemed so rustic!!…so divine!!…those kids there…with no sense of antipathy against their fate…accept life!…and rather enjoy that moment…with no knowledge of the purple they might have to face ahead in life…their mind hasn’t evolved so much as to worry about it…making me realize again….ignorance after all is bliss!!…..

                  That small but rather intriguing period of time that I spent on that bench…made me realize…world is not that big a chaos…n happiness isn’t a royalty at all…it just takes a ‘spark’…’smile’ being its absolute metaphor in this case….to ignite happiness…                                       

Percussions…..why call a strike of two palms-a clap…calling aint no big deal....agreed!!….why use it to applaud…to felicitate…its juz a sound after all….n not even a rhythmic one…....why do people celebrate over the birth of their progeny and not mourn when they don’t stutter while cribbing about the vandalism of the race by population growth….as if own offspring doesn’t add to the population…I mean am not being a sadist or something but ya…I do have a point there don’t I?....traits of narcissus utterly predominant…

Evolution of a soul is primarily thought to be achieved if one can confine peace in one’s soul….nirvana as many refer to….a state which is considered to be closer to god….closer to happiness…..well then having said that…being high with what ever mode one uses makes u happy from inside…….makes you forget all menace the world today is facing….so is getting high one of the ways to get acquainted with god…??....

The imprint of the image just seen by a naked eye….stays for few milli seconds…is that a apparition??........hallucination….or is there a fine line separating what is real and what is not??.....may be there is……may be there is not….may be every thing we see is real…..may be it Is not….

Evolution of emotions

And unheard remarks

Frowns going profound

Thoughts confined to mere arcs

For all moves and motives

Questioning is never escaped

Diversions being enforced

And self beliefs are erased

Marooning the soul

And pursuing the enforced

Engrossed in contemplations

Questing for the ray of hope

Breathing in the epidemic

Gawking at all delusion

Bestowed on the globe

Collars are left sodden

Undue gripes

Chasing the unknown

Nothing to look forward to

Seeds of desire, were never sown

Why get confined?

When we can soar high

Why not break apparitions?

There is no need to comply

Apparent blockade

To make the zeal glide

To never perturb

And never live to hide