बाईसे हयात...

It is said that it's best to hold on to one's expression in love - the risk of being spurned are too high. The knocking to self worth can be lethal. Yes ...I've been there. 

However, the price of not expressing, choking and suffocating what is/ could be beautiful, is far more of a loss esp where पल पल बदल रही है रूप ज़िंदगी. 

Woke up from sleep this morning with regrets about waking up. My dreams had his mark all over - the presence was there and very much felt. Didn't feel inclined at all to try to recollect the contents. Just sat with its essence after Fajr prayers. That was enough. 

Then as the mind strolled towards consciousness of daily life - a hundred questions and possibilities of 'what ifs' faced me - what if this is one sided?. It is one sided isn't it? It's a trap! It's a test? you'll be left high and dry as before! It's a creation of your mind! I listened to all with bowed head and said - whatever it is, it is mine 🙏🏼.

And then mobile presented me with this song:

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/dJ2KVguQrxHgVCnL/?mibextid=UalRPS

By the time I finished listening, the eyes were brimming with tears and heart with the words below. 

तुम ख़्वाब बन गये तो क्या?

जो हो तो बाईसे हयात हो 

हम सो चलेंगे अब्द तक

चाहे नींद हो या वफ़ात हो 

बिन तुम्हारे ख़याल के 

ज़िंदगी चले कहीं - 

अब ऐसा सिलसिला नहीं ☺️

Today in Shambhavi I realised that the body was regaining the stillness that had been lost.