Sparsh

एक अधुरा अरमान, उड़ते हुए कई ख्वाब ! बादलों में घुलते सितारे, सन्नाटे में चीरती निगाहें | धुएँ में घुला जा रहा हूँ आसमान से गिरती बूँदों में जला जा रहा हूँ, अपने अस्तित्व पर प्रश्नचिन्ह करता हूँ जीवन के यथार्थ को छिन्न भिन्न करता हूँ | ठंडी हवाओं में उड़ जाना चाहता हूँ शून्य में विलीन होने की संभावना देखता हूँ, हर एक काश के साथ राख हुए जा रहा हूँ एककीपन में मृत्यु का स्पंदन किये जा रहा हूँ | ---Himanshu Rai This poem is dedicated to all those who understand illusion of the life and search for meaning in the death. I want to fly away like smoke in the infinite. I suspend all types of blogging, social networking and reading activities !!!

2'o clock in the Friday night at office is a perfect time to break free. I am running out of the office to breathe and searching for a cigarettes to smoke out suffocation. I have just written a poem in my mother tongue. I was like on the verge of explosion due to this restricted lifestyle. I am on the verge of panic. I am becoming heavily drug addicted to facebook, cricinfo, emails and blogging. 3 days at home had just passed in refreshing facebook status and reading some bull shit about world. And this shit has got to stop! The reality of the world depends on where you stand. Its heaven for some creatures and full of illusion and suffering for me. The madness and complexity in relations is driving me nuts. Socialization by wearing a humble mask is making me schizophrenic. I wish to return to solitude and silence. Only that can bring order to my chaotic consciousness. Life is calling into the void, the wild inside can't be tamed by false love and sympathy. I love the fra...