जैसी हो वैसी ही आ जाओ, सिंगार को रहने दो
बाल अगर बिखरें हैं, सीधी माँग नहीं निकली. बांधें नहीं अंगिया के फ़ीते, तो भी कोई बात नहीं
जैसी हो वैसी ही आ जाओ, सिंगार को रहने दो
ओस से भीगी मट्टी में पाँव अगर सन जाए तो घूंगरू गिर जाए पायल से, तो भी कोई बात नहीं
जैसी हो वैसी ही आ जाओ, सिंगार को रहने दो
- Rabindranath Tagore & Gulzar
How beautiful a soul looks when it’s all messed up, most vulnerable. Not ready to please the empty eyes of this shallow world. For a longing heart the beauty lies in the “बिखरे बाल”, “मिट्ठी से सने पाँव”, “टूटे घूंगरू” . A world where people are obsessed with plastic beauty and people are empty in their hearts, “बिखरे बाल”, “मिट्ठी से सने पाँव”, “टूटे घूंगरू” are just ugly. A world where everyone wants everything quickly or they’ll just go somewhere/someone else, longing for someone seems like a sincere prayer. Not planting a seed, everyone wants a flower and they’ll pluck it keep it and then left the plucked flower to die in search for another beautiful thing.
In the moment where you’re sitting with people, surrounded by so many noises and suddenly you think about her, and you just wants to see her and talk to her. Your heart misses her so much that it doesn’t care about their physical form, the heart just wants her to come.
You miss her so much that “पूरी की पूरी कायनात” looks like a lonely place and even when you’re among hundreds of people nothing can make you feel happy, other than the sound of her voice.
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