And I will sing to myself again...

Do songs lie? Are they magic spells that make us superhuman (and very romantic / idealistic) heroes far removed from the mortal nature of our ears and fears? And what happens when the spell breaks and all that is left to hear is the silence?

I wouldn't know all that. What I do know is that for almost a year now, I have hummed this song (mostly to myself and the wide expanses that I range across -- birding and to the loneliness of the night) to something akin to distraction. And every time, I trip on a trance-like feeling, a euphoria of joy -- of a deep understanding of the meaning of every word, of an overall feeling of arrival.

In the continuum of my belief, I am still tripping.

That these are Gulzaar Saab's lines and so evocatively poetic probably add to their mystique and appeal to my inner ear. That I heard them and heeded to them, that I hear them and feel blessedly alive (again?) makes them true enough. And then again, how can Gulzaar Saab's lines lie?