If I were…
If I were a moment?
It would be a ‘comma’. Something from my past, something from future, connecting both of them, making a present, a presence!
If I were a woman?
It would be Amy Tan. Because all she thinks of is life.
If I were a man?
It would be myself. Some things in life you just don’t want to mess up.
If I were a writer?
It would be myself. Cherishing my abstractness all my life.
If I were a hero?
It would have been Howard Roark. absolute, raw, competent, inculpable, content, devoid of hortatory.
If I were a novel?
It would be The Alchemist. Dreams are all.
If I were a poet?
It would be Ghalib.
If I were a dream?
It would never live.
If I were a comedy?
It would be a satire. Absurd, supercilious, subtle.
If I were a play?
It would be a tragic romance. Lots of villains, single love, multifarious stories, building one upon another, faced off by antagonists all against a presumably sacred love. And lovers fighting their way through precarious ruckus.
If I were a film?
It would be a documentary upon Heroism.
If I were weak?
It would be a lover’s teardrops.
If I were strong?
It would be a lover’s unison.
If I were pain?
It would be a lover’s ache.
If I were free?
I would have been a cloud. Wandering every nook-and-cranny, looking for something, knowing nothing about, carrying small droplets along, at the whim of wind. Selfless yet selfish.
If I were a myth?
It would be ‘love never dies.’
If I were an idea?
It would be ‘man is the supreme most.’