The urge to type or write......................
The question why.........................
The hopelessness of hope...................
The contrived debates and discussions, but rarely dialog........
The coming to age of a passionate man.............
The clarity that comes when suddenly, you finally catch up with Kabir's poetry or Frost's diverging roads, learnt forcibly in school.... and the fact that some thing's touched you then also and they always stayed.... like the songs of Gulzar, which you did not know were Gulzars....
And in a divergence you finally meet a convergence....
Man re, tu kahe na dheer dhare.... (O Soul, why art thou not patient)
O Nirmohi, moh na jaane, jinka moh kare
Slip sliding away...................
The question why.........................
The hopelessness of hope...................
The contrived debates and discussions, but rarely dialog........
The coming to age of a passionate man.............
The clarity that comes when suddenly, you finally catch up with Kabir's poetry or Frost's diverging roads, learnt forcibly in school.... and the fact that some thing's touched you then also and they always stayed.... like the songs of Gulzar, which you did not know were Gulzars....
And in a divergence you finally meet a convergence....
Man re, tu kahe na dheer dhare.... (O Soul, why art thou not patient)
O Nirmohi, moh na jaane, jinka moh kare
Slip sliding away...................
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