Nazm Nazm -Bareilly Ki Barfi
confession.
must i write.
should i write my hardest truths,
the closest to kissing a girl, the convenient i had gotten, — is kissing her on the forehead.
this was how i felt for her,
this was how i loved her.
she will always remain, one of my many, beautiful days of yore.
As O’Donohue rightly argues –
❝There is a lovely disarray that comes with attraction. When you find yourself deeply attracted to someone, you gradually begin to lose your grip on the frames that order your life. Indeed, much of your life becomes blurred as that countenance comes into clearer focus. A relentless magnet draws all your thoughts towards it. Wherever you are, you find yourself thinking about the one who has become the horizon of your longing. When you are together, time becomes unmercifully swift. It always ends too soon. No sooner have you parted than you are already imagining your next meeting, counting the hours. The magnetic draw of that presence renders you delightfully helpless. A stranger you never knew until recently has invaded your mind; every fibre of your being longs to be closer.
– thanks pm –