Even Words Don't Matter
Things objects clothes even words don't matter
when the cherished valued person is no more
everything appears a meaningless scatter
when lost is the touch, body gone for sure
one may keep snaps , books, cards and files
it becomes a storehouse of still silent piles
The heavy prompt rests on a serious note
reminds me of poet Mirza Ghalib and I quote
'when I ceased to be,they found no ends
only'some love letters, some snaps of friends'
(chnd tasweer e butan, chnd haseenon ke khatoot
baad marne ke mere ghar se ye samaan nikla)
so what to leave behind and what all to take
leave the old memories, carry all good no fake
for a writer, its the pen filled with non drying ink
the notebook , the laptop to maintain the link
with it I may sling on my camera a gifted Sony
would love to ride and fly on a white winged pony
1 comment:
how creative.
well delivered insights.
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