I accidentally got into the mellow moods of Mirza Ghalib and now there is no end. Sometimes , there is just a vague recollection and the immediate thing that comes to mind is some vague humming , some just a void that is required perfection of thought and I am sure it never stops at it , things are always given their due share of mind space and they gain that shape that is required of them and frankly speaking , this can be called further seeping into something reclusive , something which not many people can think and acknowledge but a door definitely opens into somewhat a different mirage and from there onwards it is a journey that has to go on uninterrupted , longer stretches covered in psyche :
'GHalib'-e-KHasta ke baGHair kaun se kaam band haiN ? Roiye zaar-zaar kya, keejiye haay-haay kyoN ?
May be , one has to live to it . Every time , something has to be looked upto , one has to check interiors . There are messages that are inscribed in the body linguistics , psyche potion and that makes up for the cluttered emotion .
I am not apt asking provisions but I am as well asking you not change the view.
Dwarfing in its way , the each and every moon beam
Silence descended .
And something got it going ,
When it met back with Silence.
A Silenced Silence.
And that means , walking long strides.
मुझे चलने की सोहबत से मोहब्बत है। रास्ता मेरी मंज़िल , कारवां मेरा भी वही
सरे राह चल रही हूँ , ना मालूम मंज़िल का नामों निशाँ
But then again , have to walk , the way though never as not it. I will walk , tirelessly till it tires me.
कुछ बहते हुए बहाव, और सैलाबों को रोकना कठिन है
आसमानों और लावों को मोड़ना कठिन है।
Certain things are damn tricky to bring around , to come around and that might mean going in circles huge ones.
Just personal they are , those momentums.
Those equations woven together ,
those silent words spoken together .
And the forbidden fruits ,
swallowed together ,
bit by bit , bites in bites.
Tremendous personal strides.