in my window

(in my window,pen and ink on paper)

k a j a r i

preet kari toh ab kyun roye
ro ro apna jeevan khoye
kyun mathe tilak lagaye sajaniya?
(from a traditonal 'kajari'in Des)

may be when i have no answers
i grope with the words written by unknown people
lost in tradition.alive in music.
if there were answers,nothing would be
written or sung or expressed.
(note:preet,here i feel is love at large in all its forms felt towards all alive and gone)
and may be the ultimate is to get lost to never find it!

"get lost",they say.it makes sense.