Nayab Midha Instagram – Lines (Borders)
These lines
that divide a home into rooms
a city into homes
a district into cities
a country into districts
and the world into countries—
Whose lines are these?
Yours, or of those who live beyond them?
These lines
that separate temples from mosques
Gurudwaras from churches
Hindi from Muslim
Sikh from Christian—
Whose lines are these?
Of the one who wears green bangles?
Or the one who wraps a green shroud?
On these lines, there’s dust settled,
entangled pebbles,
blood-stained soil—
From the softness of that very blood
grows grass
and the piece of sky it reaches for—
To which nation does that belong?
These lines
that divide earth from rivers
mountains from land
clouds from mountains
sky from clouds
air from sky
and then the sea from that very air—
Whose lines are these?
Of that land,
whose soil, when caressed by the river,
blooms flowers from their sacred union?
Or of those clouds,
that raise the flower into a plant
then a tree
nurturing it with their very soul?
Or of that sky
that never demands rent from the clouds
for sheltering them its whole life?
Think—
Someone once connected every grain
to draw these lines
then broke every line into pieces
and pieced those pieces into this world.
So who gave you the right
to break this world back into fragments
with those very lines?
But anyway—
Think.
Think.
Even if you divide these lines
a thousand times,
one line will always remain—
invisible to the naked eye
yet screaming, crying, wailing:
If anything is truly free, it is that line.
And if anything is trapped within it—
it is you. | Posted on 23/Apr/2025 20:00:18
