Sunday, March 14, 2010

Ye shaam

The light is diffused strangely today. The mood is uncertain, tinted with a surrealistic hue. I want to be anywhere but where I am, but not any place that you could suggest to me. And even if you were able, by a happy coincidence, to come up with such a place that could please me this minute, the bother of going there daunts me, imbues the whole enterprise with distaste.

बाग़ में लगता नहीं, सेहरा से घबराता है दिल
कहाँ ले जाके बैठे ऐसे दीवाने को हम