On endings

I have a bad habit of not completing the writings. A few of the incomplete poems and short stories in the draft folder must have aged to more than a few years now. I let them pass on to tomorrow and then the day after. Of course these breaks in writing lead to discontinuity of thoughts and expression. The final text is not coherent enough. But at the same time, I believe the best writing comes out in the moments when you are inspired enough.

Text editor tells me that I typed in the following poem in November. It was done in halves. The second half was written four days after the first. I can see my own thoughts drifting between the two. I would like to believe that I will complete it someday, but not aaj, certainly not abhi.

Jad kade tum mud ge aaven gaa, vatnaan dar
qisso aan ge, kis na sunaaven ga, vatnaan dar

Gham ga rahi, sukh ka saathi, kit tor challya?
Thari hairani, kis kis na ruvave gi, vatnaan dar

Koyal aaj vi kooke, uss mannu var
Yaad ne jisna kappan na ditto, vatnaan dar

Challan go thando paani, diin go rang theekro
Yadaan gi thandi chaan, aa bulave, vatnaan dar

Passe Passe lang chalyo, saaro rang hoyo maelo
Iss ujad kotha na, kon leepa, vatnaan dar

Baazraan mein phirya rang sona, te cheez keemti
Yaadan ga charkha na kon phera, vatnaan dar

Ajad aso lang gaayo parli kashmir, naal maes do
dhokhan maan charen gaadi sau, aa dekh nazaro, vatnaan dar

Haath maan soti, maes dhakti, daadi phir puche
“khatto dudh hur kitno joodun, dan ek vaari aa, vatnaan dar”

Ghaa go poolo, suk ge bisar gaayo, aas aaron
“Aa gal lag, sukh gi ghaadi naal rachaa, vatnaan dar”

Kal gi gal jaedi bada andhar baes ki thi humne
Kidde vi nah gaami aaj tak, taaza hain, vatnaan dar
Bado andar te Tda chodoyo tho, var ve gaal saari
Sawaan ki rut naal baaren aaj vi, vatnaan dar

Takhti var jo likhyo tho main naa apno, adha ghadya lafzan maan
Uss na hun nahi padh sakto hoon, var syaahi mudh bulave, vatnaan dar

A simmering mixture of memories and thoughts with a fair bit of reflection. That's home.

A simmering mixture of memories and thoughts with a fair bit of reflection. That’s home (for now).

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