Adjustments

..i saw the Capital city in the station when my train insisted “no further”. Though Delhi didn’t offer me bouquet but I gave a smile in return. Soon I realized the city is here to say ‘bye’ to some1 whom I know. Crowd pushed me forward but my baggages were dependent on my muscles. Plot of Bargain! 
Prices: not falsely but inaccurately charged. Sardarji Uncle nodded for Rs. 130 +A little Anguish.

However with Prakashji’s English class, started my internship! Distrust and Intuition made me walk a mile with a card to ATM. Two Photos, Signatures, Left finger impression, college Id, voter Id and don’t you have other identity proof? He asked like constabulary. Take my body and X-ray it now! 
Like Red Indians of America and Black people of Australia, with my baggage, I was trailed to a building and forced to live. Agni! I hate you... after a while ‘you have done enough’, I annexed…  Have to learn AdjustmentS with Zero excuse…

Adjustment: A task that never ends… My Mama says I do but my romantic zests hate it to the core. Be it with open baths or against Arrangements… I call it Death of the imagination- ‘An inability to accept the world in terms, other than the Establishment has set out for you…’ To go for and not to differ... Not to oppose but live with... Withal it was neither Covert Accusation nor Overt Provocation, to act differently rather it was Dilli’s strange way of saying ‘Hello’.

..will ask

Dazed was I,

Tears were running within

But still I was standing Straight!

To give you A Support.

And you were lying on my chest…

Errant beats,

Re-breathing breaths

Flowing feelings

And me, again and again wiping

Those warm tears…

My words,

My legal skills

And me,

Holding your hands will not do today..

You have to go

You have to color those dreamings today…

Yes! I have grownup

But you came upon my childish doings.

You embraced,

You fed me yesterday..

In that little spoon,

There was the taste of the past,

Presence of the care,

And the smell of 15 years old…

I left you

As saying ‘bye’ was hard.

Didn’t say anything

Didn’t complain

Didn’t wish you either.

Dei! I have never prayed.

But if I will ever,

..Will ask for your contentment

..Will ask for your blitheness

..Will ask for your blissful family

And certainly will ask to return,

My childhood with you!!!

For U, my Dei (didi)!

Only changed is..

The Sun is rising
    From where it Always..

The clouds are playing
    With Same game rules..

Birds are chirping
    Still without reasons..

And the Rain is
    Yet irresponsible..

Life is ne’er ordered Status quo!

Many befalling to share at both ends.

Still you understand what I mean

And I make out when you lie.

Things Are as they were!!

But only Changed is..

    Our childish heart,

    Our hope and EXPECTATIONS.

    The genuineness in my laugh,

    The openness in your words.

    The pleasance in answering,

    And the flair for pronouncing “halloooooooo…