Ruined by my words

Haven't we all felt this way sometimes? Writers, Painters, Photographers, Musical Geniuses, all of us who hear something amazing, who see something beyond this realm- but just can't get it out of us?

Lyrcisist Irshan Kamil captured the sentiment beautifully in the song, "Joh Bhi Mein, Kehna Chahoon". The version below is my translation from the original Hindi. To all the Hindi scholars here- forgive my poor translation- I've written it based on my very limited, self-taught understanding of the language.

Whatever I want to say,
Is ruined by my words..
my words..

Sometimes I feel that
There is magic in the whole world,
In things that are there and not there,
This wind, these clouds, the air, and these springs..
They all signal to me,
But how do I tell
their stories..

I have often thought,
That you, me, all of us are mirrors,
We see only ourselves,
I am not there alone,
Yet it feels like I am...
Right, wrong, yours, mine,
I will only find the answers,
In you.

Whatever I want to say,
Is ruined by my words..
my words..

It feels as if Irshan penned this as an epistle to his muse- that little voice inside his head that teaches him how to say those words to tell the world what he sees.  I dedicate this to my muse, and my inner editor.

~deviousDiv