Game of the deceiving life is such,
A man walking all alone on a deserted footpath into a dark lane, keeps walking, walks a distance, walks few steps more and gradually covers a mile.
He walks absolutely alone, all about himself with none to hold his hand. He puts his hand in the pocket and continues walking.
On covering miles, accidentally he comes across another man of his kind. He finds a similarity, as finally he found someone just like him.
Calls him his friend!
Now there was someone to hold his hand. The walk continued…
Continued. . .
Peace. . .
Friendship. . .
That loudness of the joint laugh, those dishes with a shared food in them, two feet on the footpath doubled to four gave a lonesome a partner.
But life never stops playing. . . The deceiving life is such that a man can’t bear the change. Unexpectedly destiny turns the tables all over. . .
Holded hand again went into the air and now even the pocket felt helpless.
Weight of lifting the hand towards pocket felt extremely heavy.
An unbearable pain it was. Pain of a betrayal and that too because of a dear one. . .
The hand left in the air, struggling to reach the very pocket made the heart cry.
Heart cries. . .
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” If a spark begins to flare, then rain douse it out,
But if the rain is the one setting fire, who shall douse it?
When autumn uproots a garden, spring makes that garden bloom
But the garden that withers in spring, who shall make it bloom?
Don’t ask me how the temple of (my) dreams crumbled,
This doesn’t concern the public, it’s the tale of ones dear to heart.
When some enemy causes a wound, then a friend heals it,
But if the close friend is the one inflicting a wound,
Who shall help heal?
There’s no saying what would have happened,
Or what would have I done.
I drink so I’m alive,
If I didn’t drink. . . I’d die.
When the world makes you thirsty,
Wine quenches the thirsty.
The thirst wine awakens,
Who shall douse it?
There’s a little one can do against the storm,
But this is not the fault of waves,
It’s the fault of someone’s else.
A boat caught midseas is steered to safety by oarsman,
But the boat that oarsman sinks,
Who shall save it? ”
(A translation to bollywood song- Chingari koi bhadke)