Doors..

"हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी के हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकले

बहुत निकले मेरे अरमान लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले।.."

This thought just crossed my mind when I looked at the picture for some reason. There are many oppurtunities and doors we seek, some open with a grand welcome and some remain closed and we keep peering and pushing to make our way in...

We glance around to see if someone is watching..and then knock and call out to see if someone will respond,

We glance around to make sure no one is watching..and then pull at the lock to see if we can force it open,

Interestingly the left corner has a wooden panel missing, so one can coop his hands together to make it easier for the eye to survey inside. Mystery kills us, we are just the poeple who want to know, want to see how life looks like from the inside. We are the seekers..

We are the romaticists who can feel the past years in the fading colors, the falling paint, the rust imprints of the waters and the dried leaves. We can picture our own story about the poeple who once lived there and left the place for good (atleast that's what we hope)..

It is interestingly how the past and the future both intrigue us, that romance has a charm stronger than the pragmatic present.. atleast for some of us..

creative input:srk!