Dilli
//Delhi alone is a city of love; all those have passed through have looted it// Mir Taqi Mir
It’s a beautiful feeling to fall in love with a place that you hold a personal, deeper connection with. And Delhi has been one such place for me- a joy to experience.
And it’s only fitting to start my blog with what it means for me and numerous others.Here’s a little something for this city of everything!
You are not the city that never sleeps
Nor do you boast of an unending sea
But you are a tale of woven stories
Wanting to be heard.
And a flawed beauty
That never seems to fade
Only wanting to be seen
You’re the thursday qawwali sessions
Or the midnight gurudwara langars
Which lay with open arms
For all religion, no religion.
History hides in your innumerable lanes
Where dynasties passed and conquered
And you, are what remained
You are the collective voices
That shout for their rights
You are the city
That always puts up a strong fight.
Here where democracy actually breathes
Not inside the parliament house
But outside, on the streets
You are a collusion of people from all over
Mixing effortlessly in a broken jigsaw
But magic seems to happen
When you make space for thousand others
Year on year
Who flock to your doors.
This may have worn you out
But you’ve made them your canvas
And every face your masterpiece
You are the city, that i never thought would feel mine
But after all these years
I still haven’t said a proper goodbye
Because even though i have left
I am not able to forget
You gave us all a little bit of you
And that’s your beauty
You are everyone’s
But only your own
And wherever I go,
There will always be a little bit of Dilli,
Lacking.
