rahi

we’re about 60 days away from 2013 just think about that for a sec

our salted tears remind us the human condition is rooted in the oceans, the lakes and the soil

hoon na tere saath main tere inn hi raahon mein phir bhi kyun hai lagta tu door hai kahin? yaadon mein hi ghum hai? ya waqt ka koi zor hai? jo theek nahi hai kya wo hum dono ka kasoor hai?

aa gaye phir se wahi pe jaane de mujhe teri baahon mein sulaa de mujhe aakhri baar ho chuka sab khatam ab par wahin ka wahin sab

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.