FIRE...

“Aur mujhe lagta hai
Ki shamshan ki aag, aag ka apman hai
Kisi sohni, sassi ya Heer mein
Jo aag jalti thi
Mujhe us aag ki pehchaan hai”

"Main Tenu Fair Milaan Gi"

Main Tenu Fair Milaan Gi
Kithey? Kis Tarah? Pata Nai
Shayad Terey Takhayul Di Chinag Ban Ke
Terey Canvas Tey Utraan Gi
Ya Khowrey Terey Canvas Dey Utey
Ikk Rahasmayi Lakeer Ban Ke
Khamosh Tenu Tak Di Rawaan Gi

Yaa Khowrey Sooraj Di Loo Ban Ke
Terey Rangaan Wich Ghulaan Gi
Yaa Rangaan Diyan Bahwaan Wich Baith Ke
Terey Canvas Nuu Walaan Gi
Pata Nai Kiss Tarah? Kithey?
Par Tenu Zaroor Milaan Gi

Yaa Khowrey Ikk Chashma Bani Howaan Gi
Tey Jeevan Jharneyaan Da Paani Udd-da
Main Paani Diyaan Boondaan
Terey Pindey Tey Malaan Gi
Tey Ikk Thandak Jahi Ban Ke
Teri Chaati Dey Naal Lagaan Gi
Main Hor Kujh Nai Jaandi
Par Aena Jaandi
Ke Waqt Jo Vii Karey Ga
Aey Janam Mairey Naal Turey Ga

Aey Jism Mukda Hai
Tay Sab Kujh Muk Jaanda
Par Chaityaan Dey Dhaagey
Kaainaati Kana Dey Hundey
Main Onhaan Kana Nuu Chunaan Gi
Dhaageyaan Nuu Walaan Gi
Tey Tenu Main Fair Milaan Gi...

flood...in my life...

It’s been quite a while you know…a while since the words have taken control…it’s been a while. It’s been a while since my heart poured itself onto a paper. Since I said what I really felt. It’s been quite a while since I felt. And maybe it was all a part of growing up. To feel joy, pain and then just lay. Mindlessly, unconsciously numb. A barrage of feelings all silenced. At a point where the only thing you are feeling is no feeling. No happiness. No sorrow. Just pure resignation.

You know how in a flood everything just mixes…the mud, the dirt and all the good stuff all just reduced to filthy worthless slush? And then in your head when you have a deluge of feelings…you stop feeling. The good, the bad. All the memories mixing to filth. Your mind a blank emotionless dump of worthless things.

Then you wait…you wait till the flood subsides. Get rid of the garbage and start afresh and anew. With new feelings…new energies…you start building everything that was broken. So it won’t be the same like it had been.

Am not the same girl you had once seen. The flood has passed and this is a new beginning. The wounds have healed. But the scars are still seen. Am not going to be the naïve, vulnerable girl you had seen. The flood has passed and this is a new beginning.