Oct 7, 2025
Who am I,
if not the ache of Faiz’s mujhse pehli si mohabbat,
the half-remembered sigh of Faraz’s bhale dino ki baat hai,
the quiet endurance of Naresh Saxena’s Charushila,
or the tender shadow of Sarveshwar Dayal Saxena’s Tumhare Saath Rahkar
or wry dellusionment of Ibn e insha's sab maya hai
Who am I,
if not a body built of borrowed verses,
a heart stitched with other people’s pain,
a soul that has learned to breathe
between the pauses of poetry?
Who am I,
if not every poem that ever held me ?