Letting go…
You stand on the bank of the stream, trying to take it all in.
The reverberating rush of the mighty waters at the distance…
The humming sound of the falls drizzling on to the rocks…
The dulled echo that reaches you…
The promise of bliss in the air…
The high hills playing hide & seek and sheathing the real glory until you are ready to take the turn…
The green canopy standing tall on either side of the river, welcoming you…
The deceptive still waters masking the falls and its flow…
The thatched boats waiting for you to hop in and seek the adventure.
Arre aankh se boond gira koi
Chingari ka tukda jala koi
Umeed ko aag laga zara
Sehra ki pyaas bujha zara..
A water droplet springs from the crown of the falls. Like in a race to be somewhere, it is bouncing off the stream. On the coast, you jump on to the boat excited to see where it leads. You settle on the thatched surface and breathe in the surroundings. Like life’s strange moments the melancholic air around muddles your thoughts, stirring up your distress.
Umeed ko aag laga zara
Sehra ki pyaas bujha zara..
Ghan itna baras ke galne lagoon
Main paani ke upar tarne lagoon…
The droplet changing shapes, gathering wind is charging towards you at a great speed. Like it is in some kind of rush. The pain, the hurt you carry of those bitter experiences stays within you, even when you don’t want them in your thoughts at this juncture. Keeping your mind occupied and darkening your emotions.
Behne de mujhe behne de mujhe behne de
Behne de ghanghor ghata behne de paani ki tarah
Saagar mein jaa girna hai behne de nadiyaa ki tarah
With all the in-decisions, despair and sorrow bubbling inside, you put your hand out. The lake reaches out to you. The drop that was is in such a hurry is confined in your fist now. And you keep staring at it. Without any conscious thought, you just keep staring at the water pool trapped in your palm.
Beh jaa, beh jaa,
Chal tod kinaare ko,
Beh jaa, beh jaa,
dhar le majdhaare ko,
The drops in your hand, bizarrely reflect the clutter of your thoughts. You grow restless and start fighting your feelings. Caught in the net of brooding, you lift your head gasping for air.
The cascade of falls stand before you. Like that opening of a magical realm, ready to pull you into another world. Awed, you unconsciously let go of the water in your hand. Inexplicably it takes with it the hurt and anguish, freeing you from constraints. Breathing a sigh of relief, you lose yourself there.
“Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.”
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