Promises are like fragile relationships; made with the intent of being fulfilled but often broken & forgotten with nonchalant disdain. Everyone promises something to someone or themselves. My promise to myself is quite simple. Put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard in this case) and cast my thoughts into the virtual vastness. Often time races ahead of my thoughts and I'm left holding a mental slate devoid of any words for weeks at end. And sometimes all it takes is one inspiration to trigger a consuming urge to write straightaway, just like now!
A regulation Facebook update of a friend read thus tonight:
मुस्कुराऊँ कभी, तो लगता है
जैसे होठों पे क़र्ज़ रखा है
These lines from an eternal classic provided the spark that inspired the following prose; coated in philosophy & meant to cheer. Little did I know that the intentioned optimism would lift my spirits as well! I raced my thoughts against time and just like that, my words won!
I am no poet but let's just say that I could not resist sharing this with you:
"क़र्ज़ का ज़िक्र ना कर,
ग़मों की फ़िक्र ना कर.
मुस्कुराये जा कोई कितना भी रुलाए.
तो क्या अगर कोई वजह नज़र ना आए.
इन होठों पे गीत सजाए जा,
बेपरवाह, गाए जा..."
Till next time...