BDAY day!!!

very very long due....... the best bday that i have spent in almost 20 years.. the first of my meaningful birthdays where i spent time with all those who mattered, and still wasnt dependant on anyone for making it special for me. a complete different feeling of joy this.... so much packed in such a small day... and the most vibrant smiles all around... i must declare it was one of my warmest bdays and for the first time i'm looking forward for more to come!! thank you so much all of you people who made this so so special for me!! especially for all the smaller things that completely made my day, surprises, warmth, indulgences and most of all togetherness......

it hasnt ever been anything lavish that could hold my breath, but just moments that are so short-lived and hold the sweetest of realities within them. there is no time for tears, they are too small for that... just moments that always bring back smiles and cuddle you up in joy...!

question : how can a poet verse, with thinking every line through? isnt peotry the most intimate and its expression a seamless flow?

then how can it be cultivated? how do these writers write with complete meaning and for the ones that do manage poetry in thier rhythms, have they already absorbed the reality of the subject so much into thier stream, that now sense flows just as the pen meets paper...

the debate begins in my head with this program on radio featruing 'gulzar' and his verses are so inseperable from him, one can actually see a language (like the various languages architecture builds with its various manifestations). and to me frankly, that is quite a wonder, as beyond a mark in the 'framing' of language, poetry could hardly be distinguished by the content and inferences. something about gulzar seems disticntly his, and so it brings me back to... how great a writer he must be that within his understandings already lie, all the realms of reality and imagined.. and he can bring justice to each, like they were all his own children..