Do You See?
Short post, short post, short post.
That should be it, no? Well, no.
It’s past midnight here and I’m reading this below.
At one instant it seemed to be within my grasp:
Your love was a jewel I could reach out and feel.
It made me come alive as nothing had before;
I felt no need to keep it in a selfish clasp.
I knew it was something no one could ever steal,
It had no need for locks; it was a magic door.
I sit here now and think of what I would have found
If I had walked the way my heart still bids me go
(The closest word I know is “paradise”),
But here my body’s tied to a stake in the ground
Of many yesterdays and not one tomorrow,
And though it may implore and struggle, still it lies
In all the mud of language that turns doors to walls
And makes the best of truths, despite us, false.
Tabish is not only an awesome writer, but an awesome person as well. Where does one stop saying good things about him! I mean, it takes one look at him to decide that. But seriously, when I met him this January in JNU, he came across as one of the most unassuming souls. A great support for us newer writers.
Short post, hence this short disappointment:
I have to say sorry to a workshop I wanted to go to really really badly when I applied. Am selected for “Curating Indian Visual Culture: Theory and Practice (with thematic focus on Artistic Production and Questions of Region and Identity: Curatorial Propositions)“, 17-22 Sept, Shilpgram, North East Zone Cultural Centre, Guwahati, Assam. The crazy busy life I have now is the factor. My home town will miss me. But very dear others will have me at home. That’s a lot of smile and happiness.
End of short post 🙂