People often ask me
to write a short story
about myself,
my progenitors, my progeny,
and those without whom
my story is incomplete...
Incompleteness
never leaves me anyway,
be it my dreams or my desires
or my accomplishments,
nothing is done,
I do have sporadic feelings
of fulfillment and elation
that make me hum in ecstasy,
but in the very next moment,
a feeling of insatiety
pervades again...
Predicament in this midstream
is how to write and what to write,
where to commence
and how to culminate,
everyone knows the beginning,
but who knows the end
and who wants to know the end?
But no story is complete
without an end,
this is my life,
which I'm living in my own way,
on my terms,
laughter fills my chapters,
at times, while at others,
tears stain the pages,
but this is what life truly means...
There is no rush for me
to pen down a story,
instead, I aspire to live
as happily as possible,
the story can be written
by anyone who really likes me,
and if no one likes me,
then what is the meaning
of this life or its story?
--Kaushal Kishore
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