Actually I don’t know. I have read many books and all sorts of poetry, even studied it but somehow the first verse I read of Rumi took me to another dimension. Mind you I read a translation. This then took on an obsessive turn. I started trying to learn Urdu as a way to learn ancient Persian, even tried to get my Urdu speaking friends to send me children’s books so I can learn to write the alphabet. I fell in love with calligraphy and started doodling.
The more I read the more i began to feel. And it was as if i was in a dream everything was with a heightened sense. Romance, words, food, poetry everything was sublime. I was no longer happy with just reading and experiencing these feelings his words evoked, i was brimming with dreams. I was feeling so much , imagining so many things and i couldn’t keep it inside me anymore and this is how i ended up writing.
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”