“सुबह की किरणों को रोकें, जो सलाखें है कहाँ
जो खयालों पे पहरे डाले वो आँखें है कहाँ
पर खुलने की देरी है परिंदे उड़ के चूमेंगे
आसमां आसमां आसमां…”
Been listening to this number on loop and it does not cease to evoke the wonder called hope amidst all despair.
Let me first translate the above lines for you:
” Which mesh can ever stop the sun’s rays
Where are the eyes that can curtain thoughts
It’s just a matter of time when birds are free and they’ll kiss the sky…”
(Can’t say that I’ve done justice to the translation.) Hear it for yourself..
(Song from the movie “Udaan”)
Hope is certainly a thing with feathers. In the midst of all the fear of the unknown, making frantic calls to friends and relatives, ensuring their physical and mental well being, HOPE…is still alive.
As Indians, we are a resilient race, true… But this time, the truth is grimmer than ever. Blaming lack of preparedness, infrastructure, foresight…none of it is bringing back the lost lives. We seek solace in each other’s company, praying…feeling the shower of gratitude drench our souls…,hoping, all will be fine.
When dawns fall short
And the flowers blossom timidly
To ensure if it is the Sun’s warmth
Or an ensnaring blaze that beckons…
When the birdlet wonders
If the twigs belong to her nest
Or if it is the hunter’s snare
That puts her faith to test…
When eyes see the rain
Falling free on the threshold
Yet shut their periphery, to wonder
If the wetness was begotten by tears manifold…
It is then that hands rise to the skies
Seeking benevolence from the mightiest…
It is then that hope refuses to die
Seeking permanent hope, a forever respite.
(P.S. – This post is not meant to generate any biased response, just an impromptu reaction to this stimulus called despair. Hoping all this dissolves into better times…somehow)