Merci

I love Gtalk. I still haven't upgraded it to Hangouts on my PC (can't do much on Android phones though). Recently, one of my dearest friends updated her Gtalk status. It was a few lines from Harivansh Rai Bachchan's poem. I fell in love with them. And was also reminded that I haven't written one in a long time. Anyway, I just wanted to share it on this post. They are lovely. I can share the English version with you, but that's injustice to art. Watch out for the first paragraph (and the others as well ;-) ) जो बीत गई सो बात गई  जीवन में एक सितारा था माना वह बेहद प्यारा था वह डूब गया तो डूब गया अंबर के आंगन को देखो कितने इसके तारे टूटे कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे जो छूट गए फ़िर कहाँ मिले पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर कब अंबर शोक मनाता है जो बीत गई सो बात गई जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम वह सूख गया तो सूख गया मधुबन की छाती को देखो सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं ...

Speak something if you must. Else say naught, and let your silence fill my heart. It's melody ring in my ears, Your presence fill my soul. What kind of a traveller are you, who rang the bell and walked away? Indeed I came running at the door. The verandah was vacant, the lantern hung low. I sat at the porch, eyes hurt as they looked for your sign in the horizon. The blue sky turned crimson, violet, black and shone again at dawn. But you would not return. For the love I hold. Or the stories untold. Because you do not care.