The Loneliness
"Tuglakabaad Station, doors will open on the left please mind the gap."
The mechanical voice of Delhi Metro for the arrival of Tuglakabaad Metro Station had got my attention now. Metro stopped and he walked out of the automatically opened doors.
He was gone but was still somewhere there in my mind.
The mechanical voice of Delhi Metro for the arrival of Tuglakabaad Metro Station had got my attention now. Metro stopped and he walked out of the automatically opened doors.
He was gone but was still somewhere there in my mind.
I was noticing him since I had boarded Violet Line Delhi Metro from Central Secretariat, on my way to home.
I was late today, there were very few passengers in that coach.
He was just in front of me. At the very first sight, I had got a feeling that I know him. I was unable to remember where and when but I was sure that it was a long time. I thought to ask him but I didn't.
I was late today, there were very few passengers in that coach.
He was just in front of me. At the very first sight, I had got a feeling that I know him. I was unable to remember where and when but I was sure that it was a long time. I thought to ask him but I didn't.
Suddenly I remembered, I had met him before on the same route, a couple of months ago. Now I was more curious about him. The reason was the change.
Yeah.. last time when I had seen him he was one of the happiest people I had ever seen in my life. I had a small conversation with him. I found him interesting. He was so cheerful as if he had got everything he had ever wanted.....but today... I found him lost somewhere... no expressions at all. It was a little bit surprising to me...
Yeah.. last time when I had seen him he was one of the happiest people I had ever seen in my life. I had a small conversation with him. I found him interesting. He was so cheerful as if he had got everything he had ever wanted.....but today... I found him lost somewhere... no expressions at all. It was a little bit surprising to me...
I was just thinking how...why?
He just took out a paper and a diary out of his bag and started writing something.
He kept on writing until we were at our destination. We stood to move, he had left that piece of paper on the seat.
He kept on writing until we were at our destination. We stood to move, he had left that piece of paper on the seat.
I just looked at it and read it....
"What will you do, if you have everything and have got nothing?
What will you do if you have got everyone close to you and the one you want to be with is not with you?
What, if ................ and it was blank.....
If something was there it was a big question mark (?) he had drawn on that page... with a quote....
"For me it's loneliness.....it's the real loneliness...."
The Metro stopped, and I moved ahead....he moved ahead with me...I alone stepped out of the door. All fellow passengers had gone. Standing on the platform, I was thinking about that face I had seen in the translucent glass of Metro... Yeah.. I had lost it somewhere...
And what I had in my mind was the above lines.
11:47:00 PM
Alok Kumar Upadhayay, Colors of Life, EMOTIONS. दर्द(The Pain of losing you), Emptiness, Feelings, Life, Loneliness, LOVE, Missing you, MY FEELINGS, Passion, Safar spirit to Move Ahead
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Really heart touching .......
ReplyDeleteReally,,,,sumtime we have nothing inspite of owning lot of material asset & fraud pleasure......
ReplyDeleteBut this is life, when d man will experience it,s true color, he'll grow fonder of the life and it,s various colours.
Thoughtfull writing...keep pouring more emotions......
Meetu Singh
Dear Ms Meetu,
ReplyDeleteThis is still a big question, I am looking for the answer...
Every time, I feel I am close to it and when I look for it, it is just gone, as if it is the only unanswerable question in this world....
Mr.Alok every question in the world comes with an answer, experience life some days with the neutral vivew to it, u'll get to know what life means for you,life can not be explained in a single definition, as it has as many definition as population of the world,,life hold different mening for everybody,,,Alok I think it's time to change ur template of blog or do sum settingchange,,as it's being too slow to operate even m feeling problem to write,,perhaps it been bulky just check once without loggin in just a viewer.....
ReplyDeleteHello Alok
ReplyDeleteI have been visiting your blog since a long time, have read all your posts and poems. The more I read you, the more I feel it just glimpse of my life.
Today I just want to say one thing...dude, you are just awesome. keep it up.. Nice work.
Chanchal Sharma
Dear Ms. Meetu,
ReplyDeleteYes, I know that life has got so many colors. Even every day we see some new colors of life... that's why I am just trying to understand it in the best possible way I can....
Thanks for the feedback and suggestions. I have checked it out, its working well. Sorry for the trouble caused. It may be quite due to bandwidth of internet connection..
Dear Chanchal,
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot for your feedback and motivation.
Its all you people who make encourage me to write, and its experiences of life that make me to write...rest is all the inspiration i get...
All I can say here is the lines once I had written...
"Ham to haayat-e-khaak hai sanam...
wo to teri razaa hai jo pathar ko moorat bnaa diyaa..."
- Alok Upadhayay