Dhire dhire machal aiy dil-e-bekaraar...

There's something magical about the word poetry that gets me all 'I don't have a word for it'. I admire and in the same breath envy a person who gets to express himself and do it with panache. If dealing with one's emotions is bad enough, imagine the guy who has the courage to express it out and then the guy who does it using poetry/shaayari as the medium. The emotion that one is feeling isn't enough, it should be expressed in such a way that you feel what the person was feeling when he sat down to pen it.
Beat a "Main aur meri tanhayee.." or a "Main shayar to nahin, magar aiy haseen,jabse dekha maine tumko , mujhko shayari aa gayi" or a "Yeh kahaan aa gaye hum yoon hi saath saath chalte" or the best " Main jaanta hoon ki tu gair hai magar yu hi kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayal aata hai"
You can sense the love, the hope, the disillusionment, the heartbreak, the pain, the life afterwords. How it must feel to be on the receiving end of so much love, to be loved so passionately that it cannot be contained within oneself. Maybe the love of a poet is instrumental in bringing out the poet in him , but will s/he ever realise the beauty of the words strung together.Does it even need appreciation?No, the beauty of it is that it is a gift to be able to feel something and let the world know it.
There is one person I need to thank for having opened up this world to me, thank you :)
Will leave you with :
Ishq ne nikamma kar diya Ghalib warna hum bhi aadmi the kaam ke !