Things that never end.

What is it with things left unsaid, questions left unanswered,the end of a movie which says nothing to close  it on any particular side of the story??
How come there is this subtle sweet pain in the heart for an unsaid feeling , an incomplete relationship; as if the gift was half wrapped, the painting was left without the finishing touches, the threads of the knitting left unclosed.Everything left incomplete at a moment in time says so much of the moment, stuff emaculately left.....like my gardening tools left out in balcony with mud on them;  some bicycle lying flat in the corner of a garden....some lines written on a tea spilled page of a diary....all these things paint a story and the best part it has no end to it....it leaves one to imagine in whichever direction the heart takes!! It even leaves a possibility of something beautiful n brilliant that would uncover as the destiny wishes it, but offcourse right on time when it was meticulously proposed to.

“Agar waqt ki bijli humpar na girti,

 to hum bhi khushbu,panchi,badal se udte firte,

Is barish humko bhi par lag jate”

                                           -shabda

THIS SNOW

To each it snows,only it means so much less or so much more...

Of doubt it snows;of "loneliness" even  in a crowd,
all over upon u it grows..
The chill in the wind cuts deep through;
the silence all defening,
You desire a loud scream but never will you try though,
And then this snow will grow upon u like AGE ,
shrouding u , numbing u  all till  forever  with no escape..

Of passion it snows,of candlelit dinners;
of romantic talks,so much upon u it grows,
it  brings emotions that u burry deep through,
the music all reverberating; u desire a passionate long kiss
but never will u try though...
this snow will grow upon u like a rose bed,caressing u ,living deep inside 
to send u into giggles now n then.

TO EACH his snow "pain" or "passion";
THIS SNOW reflects all thats ur perspective 
all thats ur reason.