The Taxman Invades
Not sure about today when things didn't turn out pleasant somehow. The taxman was going to invade at 5:30, so had to rush home but the dream from last night still lingered on. Like Faiz, I could only say: zulm ki chaaoM pe dam lene pe majbur hai ham, nothing more. Actually Faiz does say more (like chand roz aur meri jaan) but I possibly can't. It was pleasant and and intimate, hardly the stuff that I dream; e.g., this morning I dreamt of really fresh bananas! I've been singing and been joyous. But the worry that comes with pain, remains. When the long shadows of these years would have fallen in my courtyard, I will remember the darker patches, the pain and the quest. The pained face, the reappearance when others indulged in merry-making, makes me sad and leaves me helpless.