Friday, January 25, 2019

Poem on Childhood - Ghalib



आज बचपन का एक टूटा खिलौना मिला 
उसने तबभी रुलाया था और आज भी रुलाया।  

I found my childhood toy today,
i cried for it then and so did i today too....
(it made me cry then and so did it today too...)

replace 'toy' with any of the memory of yesterday and go through these lines again....

isn't it a paradox of life and its reality that that which made me cry out of pain then made me cry now out of happiness and joy.....

then is it odd that we suffer pain now which many times we may recollect and only laugh at in some distant future?

if so, we are we going wrong?

are we going wrong with our emotions?

how are we relating with our experiences?

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