अकेला

DS is the one with whom I share just a passion for sport. We talk a lot on cricket, we both don’t like the IPL, he knows a lot of soccer (though he gets stuck in time at times). I’d asked him for a guest post here long back, but he kept postponing since I don’t write sport on my blog. Two days back, he just shared 4 lines of Hindi poetry with me, and asked to put it on my Hindi poetry blog. I think I’d rather put it here. It’s short, but very beautiful, and today, I really do feel that verse. I also translate it for general benefit.

मैं चलता जा रहा था,
आगे बढता जा रहा था,
पर मैंने ये भी नहीं देखा,
मैं अकेला होता जा रहा था|

I was walking on,
Moving forward quickly;
But I never did notice,
With every step I became –
Alone.

(June 4th, 2012)
(Image: Walking Alone, by SilentIvy on DeviantArt.)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.