Sacrifice...

There was a bid,
In that celebrated auction,
With just one buyer,
Only one precious,
Only one artist,
He sold his masterpiece, his soul.
And attained,
The halo of light.
They call it sacrifice, do you?

"Illusions" by Richard Bach

Tonight at 1 a.m, I asked this book a question as i always do when I don't really know what should I do, rather what is right, and the reply that I got was:

Every person,

all the events of your life

are there because you have

drawn them there.

What you choose

to do with them is

up to you.

this story of ours

band aankho me chupi
sadiyon purani
anjaan kuch
kuch jani pehchani
waqt se pehle, waqt ke baad
teri meri likhi har kahani
fir usi satah ki zubaani
ban kar aayegi wahi nayi kahani

na bharam koi
na faasle hamare beech
na oonchaiyon ke ta-le simte hue
raaz ki zubaani
na saharon ki zarurat
na mit-te bharoson ki chah
na manzil tak jaati
koi dagar purani

jo dekha, suna, jana
har pal kiya mehsus
wo chand lamhe khusi ke
sahej lena tum
aur
dena use
jo aaye tumhare paas
aur mange ye kahani

yahi toh hai bus
choti si, nazuk si
andekhi, fir bhi jani pehchani
teri aur meri, ye ankahi kahani

this is dee. written by her as only a comment on my post 'sawaal'. it was too beautiful to be kept there.

it is her message, "jo dekha, suna, jana, har pal kiya mehsus, wo chand lamhe khusi ke, sahej lena tum aur dena use, jo aaye tumhare paas aur mange ye kahani" (what was seen, heard, imbibed and felt every moment, those few moments of joy, gather them close and give to the one who comes and asks for these) that is the spirit of my writing.

yes, sometimes i do feel what this story of us will be like. its a journey that has only begun. where will the gods lead us? and whether anybody will remember us after we are gone. will you?

- adi.