thanks to everyone who came around to delhidreams, sat with me and heard whatever i’d to say. why i’m writing this. because delhidreams is a year old now.
more so, at a time when i do not feel like posting anything. so many poems are written, lying abandoned, rusting in the notebooks, because i want to post something special for one individual.
life has closed one chapter, and a fresh one has begun. and this all took form recently. perhaps, the process was on for some time, only i didn’t realize the world changing around me. yes hagrid, god does exists, and it exists in your very shadows. it existed there all the time. how foolish i could have been. and bugs, yes i’ve been naive enough to ignore everything, whether gift or abuse, fault or purpose, perhaps not this one, not this time.
am feeling very calm. at ease with myself and the world around. everything has a new beauty, like the old landlord couple above. it is something felt, till the very pores of these fingers.
and this time too, nothing except words for you, my teacher.
main roun to mere aansu nahi
main muskuraun to main nahi
main kya likhun, main kya padhun
mere shabd ye mere nahi
ye kaise tujhko bataun main
meri har main me, samayi hai tu hi
a translation attempt for starry and others,
if i cry, the tears are not mine
if i smile, i’m not the one smiling
what do i write, what do i read
these words are not mine
how do i tell you
you are the one, merged in my every ‘me’
can’t find an end to this post
no full-stops here
its a journey, and the journey needs no end
just three dots would do here,
welcome to delhidreams…