arriving

i have at last arrived on the ninth cloud called web.my journey took a long while as i kept myself busy in composing poetry which critics hailed and friends criticised so that a balance is struck and I do not get carried away. My only claim to greatness is my ability to join alphabets in to words. I am basicaly a juggler who plays with words instead of rings and hats. But like a juggler I also draw a pigeon from empty words as the juggler drawing pigeons from empty hats. I too make rings of sentences and like the juggler put them on fire and eat that fire to turn my self into blazing brimstone.
The first work in the juggler's pitara was a book of translation where in I took liberties with artistic brilliance of my father late Nazki reflected in his Kashmiri Quartrains (Rubayat). The translations into english were published under the title Echo and contrary to all my fears and rather expectations was hailed universaly as a significant contribution.
In my next blog I shall give you some translations from the book.