Aakash Singh Sengar

आँख खोल कर क्यो देखूँ मैं नया नवेला तेरा चाँद,  बन्द नज़र से दिख जाता जब वही पुराना मेरा चाँद!! अबकी बदरा छिप जाएगा नया नवेला तेरा चाँद, हर मौसम में नज़र आयेगा वही पुराना मेरा चाँद!! हर दिन अपना रूप बदलता आता जाता तेरा चाँद, कभी ना बदला, कभी ना खोया वही पुराना मेरा चाँद!! राह तको तुम मिल पाने की अपने चाँद के फिर आने की, सदियों से है संग मेरे सबसे प्यारा मेरा चाँद!!

WOW ! I would like to make my house here!   That was the first thing I whispered having reached the summit.  I sat there on the edge of the cliff in peace, mesmerized by the beauty. For couple of minutes I froze myself to stare at the unending layers of blue hills. I was High, High by 4000M. I looked as as far as i could with my eyes wide open and tried to grasp as much of the landscape as i could without blinking.  Its 2 year since then, still feels like yesterday. In these 2 years I have visited this place thrice, witnessing a different picture each time.  I have seen this place transforming from a snow beauty to green Meadow. I have seen a clear blue sky showering snow and ice balls and Milky Way dancing over mountains, after moon set.  The moon set as seen from the peak of the chandrashilla truly signifies its name. Out of all, standing at an elevation of 3600 m on a cliff and experiencing the drift of wind mixed with snowflake...

The city sleeps and I am cutting a line of ambiance talking to the moon. The Moon is bright tonight and as beautiful as it is. I am reminded how alone I feel staring at the moon on a summer night meant for more than going home to an empty bed. This story is of every insomniac person who suffers from Nictofilia. I am one of them. I find peace in darkness. To be in the crowd yet far away from them is to be alone. It’s good to be alone at 2 AM. I know what I am doing is just a young man with soul much older than the rundown building that permeate the town. 2AM is for the photographers who aim at the sky and record millions of light year history in just one click. It is the time of the poet who collects all the pain in the day and sits alone in darkness and screams in his poems. 2AM is for the philosopher who becomes the vigilante out of his philosophy and dream to change the world. 2AM is not for ordinary people, they sleep in their illusions. 2AM is for those who hold thei...