Homeward Bound.

Aur kya? Aue bohat khuch...

And what is with all the nostalgia, and all the imagination of past, a warm loving past we have. Some of us. Those negatives we have stored, the photographs, the real ones, those which were tangible, felt lived, felt relived. Was that real... could we just re create them, even for a small passage of time, even for one or two or some of the lives, the human lives who keep on the move. Not exactly leave or escape.

I wish I had it in me to come near any transliteration of this masterly work from our Kashmiri poet Rahman Rahi Sahab. The imagination, the symbolism, the metaphors, the rhythm...I get consumed with all when my eyes lock on these verses. A sense of longing, yet a promise of humane self that makes life like a pendulum, of something having polarity, yet Rahi Sahab chooses to go beyound and has firm faith that even in that dwelling of wilderness and unknown, I won't loose my self, I won't forget where I come from and I would eventually return to the routine and the duty of life. But, but, for now, this is your time my beloved, so show yourself, where are you...

The urge to write in my mother tongue haven't been more. It's in my chest now, every time I utter, the words felt need, that the belongingness of my own self has to be part of them. Who do we write to in those micro blogs? What do we convey? If I am honest the more I write, the more personal I write about my self. The more I shed the shards of my being. Does it help? I know it does, I don't know how to articulate how it does. One of my favorite poems is دریاؤ (Daryaav), River. It goes about how a river would word it's journey as it flows- cutting rocks and carving ways, through towns and wilderness, through woods and meadows...than it compares to us humans, which helps it even more to make a point. There is a couplet that translates into the river saying to us, that I don't need to make a home or kindle a nest, and that I am happy in what life throws at me while I cut through rocks and lurch through cracks...