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Words...

I usually listen to music while driving. Not a fan of radio programmes, due to the frequent ad breaks. I generally have either an iPod connected or a USB, loaded with my music. The car was given for service, and I forgot to connect my USB back. That particular day, I was in a mood for Gulzar poetry, which is very unusual as I do not understand ghazals or poetry, mainly Gulzar. Though I still understand his songs which have been used in movies. I connected my phone audio, selected a random Gulzar playlist, and started my drive. I definitely adore his voice, calm and soothing. The drive was long, with pockets of traffic. And I was not irritated with it. Came across his recital of Amrita Pritam's verse. I had only read it earlier, but listening to it in his voice was stirring.

 "Main Tenu Fir Milaan Gi
Kithey? Kis Tarah? Pata Nai
Shayad Terey Takhayul Di Chinag Ban Ke
Terey Canvas Tey Utraan Gi
Ya Khowrey Terey Canvas Dey Utey
Ikk Rahasmayi Lakeer Ban Ke

Khamosh Tenu Tak Di Rawaan Gi"

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 Aey Jism Mukda Hai
Tay Sab Kujh Muk Jaanda
Par Chaityaan Dey Dhaagey
Kaainaati Kana Dey Hundey
Main Onhaan Kana Nuu Chunaan Gi
Dhaageyaan Nuu Walaan Gi

Tey Tenu Main Fair Milaan Gi…

 This poem is so beautiful..of course, I haven't copied the entire poem, just selected my favourite lines... lines which have a beautiful meaning...

 "I will meet you again,
When and where I don't know,
Maybe as a figment of your imagination
Or maybe as a line on your canvas, gazing"...

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 "When the body dies, everything dies with it
but the memories, they remain,
I will pick them up and weave them,
But, I will meet you again"...
Words - They mean so much. They are beautiful, they are ugly, they are strong, and some mean a lot.

 I used to believe in words like 'forever', like 'promise'. They are such strong words. Until I realized that they are actually meaningless. 
People don't stay. People promise that they will. They make you believe, that they will never leave you. They make you believe that no matter what, they will not let you be alone. People don't realize that the promises made emotionally, are seldom kept. Emotions change and when they do, they see the futility of it. 

 Then it becomes just another word.

 And sometimes you only have words...  I like simple words. 


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