kaisi teri khudgarzi?

your presence still sends a breeze through the fields of my heart, and in their dance, these fields manifest as a smile on my face. As though, all their emotions mirroring mine have harvested in the twinkle in my eyes, the song in my speech and the rhythm of my step. Such is the power of "what if's" People talk about a wholesome love, but there's such immenseness even in an unfinished and unfulfilled love. I thought I had left you behind in the journey of life, but you linger on, at least traces of you still do. Your shadow makes them come alive - reminding me, that a part of you will always remain with me. I pick up those traces and those parts to whirl like a Sufi dervish in my own internal delight.

I stand still from the outside, but my Being is dancing, do you see?

कैसी तेरी खुदगर्ज़ी
लब नमक रमे न मिश्री
कैसी तेरी खुदगर्ज़ी
तुझे प्रीत पुराणी बिसरि
मस्त मौला मस्त कलंदर
तू हवा का एक बवंडर
बुझ के यूँ अंदर ही अंदर
क्यों रह गया ?

~ amitabh bhattacharya, Kabira

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