Color Blindness

What more….I was color blind that is having  the inability to perceive differences between some of the colors that others can distinguish…..I admit it and I know it ….The deficiency in vision….to look at objects around me…. There are really different colors and when one is unable to distinguish it one suffers…one becomes victim of one’s self innocence and one’s own inability.

Had I wished for being victimized by the color blindness , No I was not….Lately I realized that, it was not color’s mistake….but was mine for being unable to distinguish between different colors…..i mean it was my mistake…Mistake of my disability….of having such an affected eye.

Eyes let us see everything….it is the doorway of heart I have heard…But what with the eyes which are color blind…. That makes me feel panic…that I am color blind, I am disable…I am not able to distinguish the color …..

Cool November Rain-II

I would have written something like waiting for a Cool November rain in a desperate mood….trying to fight with self…trying to defend self…trying to win over self…trying to make self strong…and say that “There is no rain..this November as well”…

Then making self stable…making self limited….Limited in tears that have fallen…. in the absence of the rain…in the absence of the feeling…in the desperateness…in the mist of despair…and confusion…in the tranquility of pain….. and in the vacant space in life…a gap…to be lasting for years and years…

Like the solo walking in rain….which I was tired of… Like the rain itself while it swept away my tears….in eyes….but the month was not November……Like the each steps I had “climbed” alone…and like the voice in my ears…which came through the electromagnetic waves….( You know what I mean ) …..Like the steps again….which I had walked alone.

Cool November Rain

When mind hangs with the frustration and all…..When the journey is so much tiresome…When…nothing is visible at the moment…When ecstasy is right away….When realization hits like this…that…the moment of ecstasy….like seeing a full moon over the darkest night….Never the stars are so bright…as the Full moon….the loveliest feeling…the desires…and the moment of tranquility…..

Like a ugly duckling…who is exiled….everywhere….This piece of nursery story…ends so much optimistically that…it makes me think…it makes me realize that… something positive will be at the end…I need to survive till the end….to find out that positive ending of some “folk tragedy”.

Nusrat Fateh Ali khan….is singing…. 🙂 “Yeh saam fir na aayegi ” ( This evening will never come again )