The last day

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If today was the day the time ran out,

And the world this moment you had to leave,

Would you depart with your hearts full ?

Or a casket of glory would you weave ?

 

Did you laugh and dance in the rain and walk on the wet grass,

Or stroll on the beach with the sand slipping between your toes ?

Surrendered yourself in the lap of the mighty ocean,

Gazing skyward underneath a giant wave as the time froze ?

Did you soak your feet in a chilly stream,

The soles caressing the pebbles on the bed ?

Or sipped its sweet water on a parched summer afternoon,

As the sun and the earth, on a fiery June wed ?

 

If today was the day the time ran out,

And the world this moment you had to leave,

Would you depart with your hearts full ?

Or a casket of glory would you weave ?

 

Did you watch the sunlight flowing in the sky,

Running between the canopies and skirting the leaves ?

Or felt it draping you in warmth and happiness,

Flooding the joy and love up your sleeves ?

Did you listen to the air whispering in your ear,

Or to the wind singing a magical song ?

A longing tune tucked away in its wings,

From the lands far away, carried along.

 

If today was the day the time ran out,

And the world this moment you had to leave,

Would you depart with your hearts full ?

Or a casket of glory would you weave ?

 

Did you bend down to smell the flowers,

Felt their velvet against your skin ?

Glanced above at the clouds shifting spaces,

Wondering at their shapes turn and grin ?

Did you sit voiceless in a moonlit night,

And hear the stars giggle and spark ?

Sensed a cool breath rustling up your back,

The familiar touch of a departed soul in dark ?

 

If today was the day the time ran out,

And the world this moment you had to leave,

Would you depart with your hearts full ?

Or a casket of glory would you weave ?

 

Did you see the birds soaring in the evening,

And imagined how far they would fly ?

Held a butterfly or beheld a murmuration,

The entrancing dance of freedom in the sky.

Did you hold an animal in your hands,

Lay your face on theirs and realize ?

The boundless bliss and the innocent hope,

The wonderment in the world through their eyes.

 

If today was the day the time ran out,

And the world this moment you had to leave,

Would you depart with your hearts full ?

Or a casket of glory would you weave ?

If this was your last day living,

Would you leave the world with your name ?

Mounted on a plate and etched on a wall,

Remembered by all, a legacy to proclaim.

Or would you leave it living your life ?

Everyday a first and everyday the last,

And everything in it a wonder and a gift,

Each moment, the present of the future past.

Depression to hoga hi …

sad

Kya ho gaya ? Bohat chup hai aaj …

Kuch nahi, bas mood off hai..

Grandmother :  “ Ghar ka khaana pasand nahi aata. Har doosre din burger, coke aur pizza. Daal, roti, sabzi to dushman hain. Depression to hoga hi.”

Grandfather : “ I tell you, this nayi peedi… No exercise, no morning walks… Hame dekho, kheti karte the, roz dand baithak karte the, koi majaal hai kabhi depression hua ho ! Mat suno bade-buzurgon ki. Depression to hoga hi.”

Mom :  “ Raat ko ek baje sote hain. Din mein barah baje utth te hain. Phir kehte hain ki mood off hai. Depression to hoga hi.”

Dad : “ Depression ?? Kis baat ka depression ? Kis cheez ki kami hai tumhe ? Ghar hai, khaana hai, acchha job hai. Aur kya chaiye ? Depression to un logon ko hota hai jo ghar mein pade rehte hain. Tum to apne kaam mein busy rehte ho, depressed hone ka time hai tumhe ? Batao… yahan duniya ki ladkiyan space missions par ho aaiieen, aur meri beti ko depression ho raha hai. Koi baat hui ?” (Sorry Papa, galti ho gayi.)

Sister : “ Aur sun purane bollywood ke gaane. Depression to hoga hi.”

Housekeeper : “ Kabhi ghar ke kaam mein haath batayaa hai ? Depression to hoga hi.”

Aunt : “ Yeh sab English picturon ke karan hai. Koi gaana nahi, koi dance nahi, log marte rehte hain. No happy endings. Depression to hoga hi.”

Uncle : “ Pucca B complex ki kami hai. Depression to hoga hi.”

Cousin : “ Ek mahine se shopping karne nahi chali. Depression to hoga hi.”

BFF : “ Maine bola tha na, uss party mein chal mere saath. Par nahi, dost to bewakoof hai. Ab bhoogat. Depression to hoga hi.”

Nephew : “ Pokemon Go nahi khelte naa… Depression to hoga hi.”

Neighbourhood waali Aunty : “ Hormones. Depression to hoga hi. ”

Boss : “ Sabse pehle office ka kaam, chahe ho neend haram. Warna, meri jaan… Depression to hoga hi.”

Quack : “ Poore body ka PET scan karna padega. Samasya ki jadd nahi milegi, to Depression to hoga hi.”

Cricket crazed fan : That bloody cheating umpire ! Galat LBW ka decision diya. Depression to hoga hi.”

Apple dealer : “ I phone 7 kyun nahi liya ? Depression to hoga hi.”

Bollywood : “ Pedon ke chaaron or dance nahi kiya ? Depression to hoga hi.”

Arnab Goswami : “ Depression ?? Why ? How ? Where were you hiding this ? The nation wants to know. We don’t buy this crap – ‘Depression to hoga hi’!”

Communist : “ Aur is economy mein kya hoga ? ‘Depression’ to hoga hi.”

Kejriwal supporter : “ Ye saara kasoor Modi sarkaar ka hai. Depression to hoga hi.”

Indian government : “ We blame Pakistan. Depression to hoga hi.”