Yapdoo Chey
written by: Haroon Rashid
Yapdoo Chey
a word born not of alphabets,
but of the breath between heartbeats,
where stars whisper their secrets
to the galaxies within us.
It is the name of the dance
between shadow and sunlight,
the chuckle of the moon
over lovers who speak without speaking,
their silences embroidered
with ancient threads of belonging.
Yapdoo Chey
not found in dictionaries,
but scribbled in the margins of a child’s dream,
in the laughter of an old woman
who survived three wars and still sings
to her garden of marigolds.
It is joy hiding in grief’s pocket,
the scent of rain on the first page of a book,
the unclaimed note
in a symphony of souls
playing across time.
Yapdoo Chey is
when a refugee finds a home
in a stranger’s smile,
when a dying man remembers
the smell of his mother’s scarf.
It is the language of trees
that grow even in forgotten soil,
the language birds know
without being taught.
Some say it means nothing.
But so does music
until you dance.
So laugh with it.
Cry with it.
Paint it on the wind.
Call your unborn poems by its name.
Because Yapdoo Chey
is the universe winking,
saying
“You were never alone.”
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