You exist.
You exist
as summer
somewhere today.
You exist.
also in my memory
right here each day
still making my winters
beautiful.
You exist
in spaces
between these frost particles
as color,
crimson
carved on white branches,
like a lone painter
has painted a smile
with solid lines
which move
on his canvas
to create happiness.
You exist.
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This is so heartfelt. It's really beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteyou touched me with colour
and life came to me like a blooming flower
you gave yourself and i became
you're here as me
and i'm lost in you
being me, being you is the same
I loved your reply.
DeleteI know
here
I am
being me.
there
you are
being you.
and still
you're here
in the color
of my language
which bubbles
crimson songs
sung in winters.
white.
And i do yours :)
DeleteI love when verses talk. like they were stories. stories all we had.
Deleteto connect.
to evolve.
:)
Suna hai sufiyon se humne aksar khanaqahon mein
DeleteKi yeh rangeen bayani, 'Bedam', rangeen bayaan tak hai
Often have i heard the Sufi saints say this
These pretty verses die the moment we stop singing them.
Stories reveal their meaninglessness the moment we stop telling them. We still never seem to stop though. :)
Now this leaves me speechless.
Delete*smiles*
He told his story, half in words , half in unsaid spaces between those words.
I listened.
I replied back in words, and spaces.
absorbed his meanings.
Kept them.
Who gives something, someone meanings?
us.
who feels meaningless?
us.
That means creation and perception is the same thing!
DeleteA connection through the cosmos and it says all. Lovely words Gazal!
ReplyDeleteThanks Vandana. Probably everything remains the same... all elements, all atoms. Only the roles change.
Deletewith time and space.