Mirza Ghalib

" Hain aur bhi duniya mein sukhanwar bohot achche kehte hain ki Ghalib ka hai andaaz-e-bayaan aur....."

The more I read Mirza Ghalib's work, the more I fall in love with him. It is not as if I'm reading his Ghazals and Nazms for the first time, but I find  new meanings every time I read his couplets...maybe it is because my own thoughts are ever-changing and so new perspectives open up every time I read Ghalib.

In my dreams I often go to Chandni Chowk and Ballimaran Gali, I visit Ghalib's house and see an old man sitting on the steps of the front porch, he smiles and says in a soft voice "So you're finally here...what took you so long..? The words were about to wither away...."

Sometimes I long to visit his Haveli in Ballimaran, to see the area as he saw it, to hear the stories and echoes of an era gone by...but I wonder...would the wonder of his poetry still be there ? I think not. Ghalib's beloved Delhi is already dead, maybe I should never visit his Haveli..that way I can keep the magic alive in my heart and have many more conversations with him in my dreams..