Many words have been written now for the past few years , mostly in the form of poetry and short prose. Thoughts have been poured looking for rhyming words constricted by the length of the poetry form. The pen has been active - lately more than ever. The place has been same, may be the same desk but the air has been different, I guess a bit more polluted more dusty certainly. New lines peeping on the dermis of  my face, call it experience, term it as age. It may not be the same though. Age doesn't ensure experience, after all our opposition leader is in his late forties!

Back to the changes since my last outpouring of thoughts on this blog a few years. There is a certainly a new addition apart from the all the kilograms gained - the shiny greys - those which would be in majority in the years to come. So, are they to be hidden under layers of burgundy and dark brown. Nah! I am definitely too lazy for that. The time spent could churn a few lines - I would value and remember that more. What if the mirror may not remain by friend for long. After all...

आईना आज भी देखे है गौर से..
जैसे फिर से पहचान मुझसे बनानी हो नयी
पूछता है नासमझ
वक़्त ने तुमको बदल दिया है
फिर आईना क्यों देखते हो तुम फिर वही...

I have never felt time to be so loud, banging my ear drums that it is passing by. The clocks are all silent though - but its the mind that hammers counting every second that slips by. Where was the counter when we are in out twenties? It was as if time would remain same forever and as if the mirror would see exactly the same face forever. And then one fine day for a decade or two - the hammering starts. Now you are busy trying to catch the moment a little too feverishly for comfort and then one fine day (I am sure of this!), the acceptance will dawn. The time will run past, but we have to be still, still so that we can feel life not bound by time. It's difficult but that feeling will come and the hammering will transform into humming. The mind will hum the music of life - and that will infact be niravana!!!