Socha tha likhenge tumhare liye,
jab tak syahi khatam nahi hoti;
Humein kya pata tha,
ke rooh se nikalne wale alfaaz;
syahi ke mohtaj nahi hotey!
Translated in English
Thought I would write for thee,
Until I ran out of ink;
Little did I know,
that words coming out of the soul;
are not dependent on ink !
Sometimes I want to write a poem, but it doesn’t work like that. And sometimes I feel the urge to write even when I am not prepared for it. It makes me very curious, because I never know when, why or for whom I may write a poem ! It drives me crazy at times not knowing the answer to these puzzles called our heart and mind. But I am not alone, many poets and writers have also pondered and faced the same problems I suppose. Haven’t you ? Share you experiences below, I would love to hear. 🙂 Continue reading “Syahi ke mohtaj / Dependent on Ink”