A Truth uncovering truths

“I have a confession to make” said Philippa in a sardonic and mysterious tone… 

The four police constables dressed in a highly professional manner- Kevlar vest, utility belt accompanying with the side arm.  The baton and the radio added on to the pride of the uniform. 

They stood round her, to finally have the sound of truth ringing in their ears, behind which they have been running like rats since months….

” It was three years ago when Steve and I met in the library of our hometown in Alvermere, London.” Said Philippa falling back into the chair but even deeper in her thoughts and memories of past!

The walls of the room echoed the heightened frequency of that eerie silence.  At times it was only that brassy wind that dared to blow in to turmoil the silence by shaking the long dead fashionably clinging Ivy leaves, hustling in stubbornness. 

Philippa continued “We were in the search of same book, as we both were graduating from the branch of Human Psychology…” and she wiped her welled up eyes roughly thrice within these couple of seconds… 

(To be continued..)😊


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फिर से…

चलो फिर से आज जन्नत में जहन्नुम का नज़ारा दिखाते हैं…

चलो फिर से आज प्यार में धोखे का फसाना सुनाते हैं…

वैसे तो लोग उस दर्द भरे किस्से के लफ्ज़ आज भी फिज़ाओं में बहाते हैं…

लेकिन चलिये जाने दीजिये कौन सा हम आपको एक पल में आँसुओं के सैलाब और दुखों के पहाड़ तले दबाना चाहते हैं!!

दर्द का मर्ज़

दुखों का सिलसिला तो तब ख़त्म हुआ,

जब उसके प्यार ने हि उसे दर्द दे दिया।

आखिर उसे “हर दर्द से दूर” के वादे के मुताबिक,

धोखा देकर हर छोटे दर्द का मर्ज़  दे दिया!

दर्द

आज फ़िर से दिल भर आया है इतना…

कि शब्दों के जाम छलका ही लिये।।

आखिर बहुत कम ही दर्द मिला है ऐसा…

जिन्हें आँसुओं के सैलाब बहला न लिये।।

~ नन्दिता |

O Rains!

I know this raocous time has moved us miles apart…

I know that genuine “Take Care” and “Be Safe” are graved long ago…

But my heart still sings those amorous tales of love…

O Rains!…please go and pour down on him like my Unceasing Love.

Let his each dispair and pain be washed down by this pure, transparent symbol of love.

And those pains whom he cuddles daily in the tenebris of nights…

Let them dissolve in the water and flow down…down and apart…

O Rains…go and pour down on him like my Unceasing Love!!