If we ever speak, you would know...Life to me, may seem a series of episodes, where its lights, camera, action and every scene will be narrated with its story, colours and characters mouthing their exact dialogues. Yet, for long, I have always missed and struggled to drag the feelings out.
As Stephen King puts it,"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings - words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out."
Like the lyrics of the song from the movie Rockstar: Jo bhi main kehna chahoon...
Jo bhi main kehna chahoon
Barbaad karen alfaaz mere
Alfaaz mere
Whatever I want to say,
it's ruined by my words..
my words..
Kabhi mujhe lage ki jaise
Saara hi ye jahaan hai jaadu
Jo hai bhi aur nahi bhi hai ye
Fiza, Ghata, Hawa, Baharein
Mujhe kare ishaare ye
Kaise kahoon
Kahani main inki
sometimes I feel that
the whole world is a magic,
which is there and not even there,
this breeze, clouds, air and springs..
They signal to me,
how do I narrate
their story..
Maine yehi socha hai aksar
tu bhi main bhi sabhi hain sheeshe
khud hi ko hum sabhi mein dekhen
nahi hoon main hoon main to phir bhi
sahi galat tumhara main
mujhe paana paana hai khud ko
I have often thought,
that you, me, all of us are like mirrors,
we only see ourselves in everyone else,
I dont exist, still If I do..
right or wrong, I am yours,
I am yet to find.. find myself..
This blog is dedicated to the 'feel' of those memories and the want to preserve them before my memory fails me.
"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings - words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out."
ReplyDeleteWell said
nice blog :)