Naik seerat ki daaghdaar, achun ko bana dia the bura
Yun aj zindagi ki haqeeqat apni auqaat dikha gae thi
Khaloos ki qabar per mere dil me udaasi c cha gae thi
Jab paisay k ghulaamun ko hirs o havas k mun me dekha
Me ne tab rishtun ki laash ko latt patt khoon me dekha
This poem here was an impulsive reaction of brutal things going on around me. I don’t know why I have written it in Urdu and I don’t know why I have written it at all. It may have no sense, but it is an honest portrait of my surroundings.
Every once in a blue moon, a phase comes in everyone’s life where they have to stop and look back—To compare what they had with what they have and to assume what they will have in future.
This phase comes in my life very often. A crucial time when a sharp beep echoes in my brain and urge it to think day and night without taking any rest. This beep cuts my nerves and bleeds them to death. Leaving me no choice but to cry it out for hours to get rid of it and then my mind goes back to being numb and dumb.
This phase has left me with a question this time, ‘Is Love necessary for a successful relationship?’
I put care, respect and fondness in one plate of the measure pan and Love in the other but nothing seems to be heavier than the other. One of them has to go down….
At this point, Love brings a slight sadness in my heart. Sadness that gives me a feel of warmness and care. A feeling that assures me of being special. An emotion that still awakes every sense in me and digs up every cornered grave in my heart. Love, that is abandoned but still lit up a candle of hope in me…. Hope that never sees whether it is needed or not.
On the other hand care, respect and fondness—as much they appear to be a permanent part of my whole life, seem valueless. As my mind gets lost while wandering between these, my heart drags itself along.
My absurd philosophy makes sense only to me but let me say, Love brings expectations with it and coping up with the expectations is very hard. Without love, you accept whatever life offers you. So for me, Love is not necessary to have a successful relationship, though I would never say a dear and a peaceful one.
As I would be busy straightening up my tangled emotions right now, this world would be grieving–over the deaths of loved ones, over living under the line of poverty, over suicides, over corruption, over terrorism, over being divided into sects, over unemployment and low literacy rate and over dying because of hunger.
Is my pain really worth getting written here? I don’t think so.
As drops of summer rain plows her barren land of heart
Desire of ‘Wisaal‘ sprouts; years of ‘Separation‘ cut apart
Renunciation of will, ecstatic pain of love’s desire grows
With the light of ‘Irfan‘, ruptured veins of her soul glows
‘Self‘ is abandoned; dew of ‘love‘ turns her dust into mud
From the very bosom of self, arises the scent of beloved
This tightly coiled fire of love is neither requited nor denied
Conventional ‘wisdom‘ reverses, ‘Junoon‘ cries out with pride
Shackles of ‘reason‘ are broken, It’s wise lectures are declined
Wish to become dust of His feet echoes in her oblivious mind
Then crushed soul leaves the body, far away from time and space
It becomes One with beloved while ‘Nafs‘ drowns in His grace
Human unites with God, Divine unites with Man; a bridge is done
Rhythm in the cry of ‘Hu‘ merges with the melody of ultimate One !
Secrets are unveiled, paradoxes solved, mystical assent completes
Levels of ‘Ishq‘ conquered, Mortality and immortality finally meets
Annihilation, ‘Fan’a‘; Death is all left behind, nothing to be afraid
Contentment in non-existence, euphoria from the death of blade.
(Wisaal:Reunite, Irfan:theological philosophywhich seeks to describe being, Junoon:Madness, Nafs:Ego, Hu: Sound that imprint marks on heart, part of Allah’s name, Fan’a: Ultimate destruction)
This poem is dedicated to all the lovers of Allah, experiencing Ishq-e-haqiqui. Love is just a primary stage in the journey of Ishq. I have tried to explain all the levels of Ishq in my poem, through which one passes to reach the ultimate level, the level of death. May Allah blesses us with His Ishq.
Lies the soul absorbing light through the pierced wounds
Home of love invite to be the guest unknown
Paths to you are shown by trees long
I Search inside where you belong
Empty-handed, I still Roam.
I don’t know if this photo prompt relates completely to my words or not but these were the thoughts that came into my mind when I first saw it. As I am feeling down these days too so couldn’t come up with anything creative. I hope you’ll bear me with that.
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I encountered a Facebook page that shares very exquisite German, Greek, French, Latin and Arabic words along with the meanings. Since many new words have been added to the dictionary recently, these beautiful words should have a place there too.
These are the kind of words that we yearn for, while writing prose in English and then come up with a bunch of senseless words giving almost the same meaning.While fighting with my writer’s block I exercised these. Here’s how my exercise came out:
1- La douleur exquise (The heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable)
An explanation of abandoned love, broken dreams and unfulfilled wishes in one word.
I can feel a piercing la douleur exquise at a place where my heart is. The pain mixes with my blood and flows through the veins…to my heart. Each pore of my body burns with it but I can’t supplicate for a cure. Love hath no cure.
2- Lalochezia (The emotional relief gained from using abusive or profane language)
Have you felt lalochezia ever ?
I felt lalochezia after half an hour of slapping and punching her in the face but she was standing there, in the same condition as she did before. I felt all my efforts of tearing her apart going in vain. I have to think of another plan to get rid of this freakish scary doll that my wife had brought from the market and placed near my bed.
3- Cafune (Running your fingers through your lover’s hair)
Complete definition of ‘romantic’ in one word.
You lie here, head in my lap and I cafune you. In those moments, clock stops ticking as if it holds it’s breath to listen to our’s. I hold your hand with closed eyes, sensing peaceful embrace of your love and asks myself, “Can life be more beautiful than that?“
4,5- Dormiveglia (The space that stretches between sleeping and waking), Clinomania (excessive desire to stay in bed)
I love this state of neither sleeping nor awoke completely. I often see best dreams in this state. And clinomania ? It’s my evergreen best friend.
I love you even more in dormiveglia. Your tranquilizing whispers “Wake up My Love” drench my soul leaving it thirsty for your touch. I enjoy a peaceful dormiveglia with clinomania everyday till my son comes crying “I have wet my bed again, Mommy!”.
6- Apodyopsis (The act of mentally undressing someone)
Okay that’s completely lame.
He loved her blindly until one day she sat in front of him in the classroom and he got indulged in a little apodyosis. Turned out, She’s a Man !!
7- Jaaneman (Soul of me)
I love this Urdu word. It sounds cheesy if used normally but life feels good with some cheesiness, sometimes.
Here in the East, when some random guy has to flirt with a random girl, he says, “Oye Jaaneman ! Aik Jadu Ki Japhi tu de de” (Hey Jaaneman ! Give me the magical hug) and she often gives him the magical hug with her slippers.
8- Orenda ( A mystical force present in all people that empowers them to effect the world, or to change their own lives)
I have discovered orenda lying deep inside my soul after several hours of mystic imagination. I am going to change the world. “Change your own pajamas first that you are wearing upturned since the morning, huh ! He will change the world” My wife replies with frowns on her forehead.
You can find many more interesting words on this Facebook page. I’d love to know how you use them in your writings.
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