Gulzar—A Book of poetry picked at the Hyderabad airport
It was tucked in between others. Unimpressive compared to those that stood out because of their eye-catching colour combinations or the thickness. It lay on the shelf, thin, like a withered mal-nourished child. I found it and plucked it, from between a hard-bound book and a colourful traveller’s guide! In my hands the book felt so light. As if it was devoid of the knowledge that provides gravity and....weight? A book of poetry, the written contents on the pages were few, But each word sparkled against the white background, As if they were invaluable gems and other precious stones! I opened the book and discovered, its worth in weight of gold. Be it the poem on the desire of the longing heart for days and nights of solitude. Or the poet's expressed inability to pen a few lines in praise of his beloved! From the comparision of the frolicking rain-water to the hordes of children back from a cricket match, To the lament of the poet in his inabilit...