There are Crests and there are Troughs.One such trough was perpetually leading me nowhere, and i knew not how to find the Crest. The switch to urdu poetry probably gave me the much needed enlightenment and i am appreciating the beauty of life all over again.
After a hiatus am back again. And back with one of my favorite pieces of poem, by Gulzar Saab.
"Haath chhuute bhi to Rishte nahi chhoda karte
Waqt ki shaakh se lamhe nahi todaa karte
jis ki aavaaz mein silvat ho nigaahon mein shikan
aisii tasviir ke tukade nahii jodaa karte
shahad jeene ka milaa kartaa hai thodaa thodaa
jaane vaalo ke liye dil nahi thodaa karate
lag ke saahil se jo behata hai use behane do
aisi dariyaa kaa kabhii ruKh nahi moda karate
Waqt kii shaakh se lamhe nahi todaa karate"
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if there were no dreams
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Nice poetry! Good to see u back on the blogging scene!
ReplyDeletePerhaps you can use this as an inspiration and write one of your own! Would really like to read that....
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