The following poem is an Aesthetic Rewrite of an Urdu poetry ‘Pighle Neelam Sa‘ by Javed Akhtar, and not a direct translation. Rewritten by Cyan Los.
Like molten blue float moments past,
That deep blue as silence cast,
No earth to land, no sky to glance,
In limbo I flow, lost perchance.
The rustle of leaves, the twigs and reeds
Have only to say that I’m here indeed.
Just me, my breath,
My beating heart.
And I’m lost in depth uncertain,
Lost in solitude, alone, unburdened,
As I sense that pulse in my wrist,
I have come to believe that I exist.