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What do you see?


Misplacing things habitually,
making faux passes in public,
and then tripping on things,
that lie right in front of me!

I fidget with new things,
store old trash,
cling on to my past and
refuse to see beyond today!

I always wondered what you saw in this piece of imperfection,
that constantly drives the boundaries of sanity to the wall
and makes every simple deed a case of psychosis!

I didn’t make all the right choices, I never have
I even flirted outright in front of u!

I tried out crazy things
demanded more from my body and mind
and bought those tired bones back home everyday!

I delved deep in the dark water of depression and
then swung out with gusto and flew with the winds of ecstasy!
Asking you to wait at every turn.

I threw tantrums, demanding undivided attention,
Swinging from one mood to the other
and letting my compulsive disorders rule the decisions I made.

I have baggage
and I carry it with me on many a great evenings,
the weight of which you bear many a times.

The madness, the energy, the absentmindedness,
Can love never be easy?

For as Rumi says:

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. 

Someone sober will worry about things going badly.

 Let the lover be.

After finding a book of poems by Piyush Mishra, I want to post more of his work on the blog.

A small snippet only this time:

Transliteration

Woh kaam bhala kya kaam hua
jis main dil roh jaye

Aur woh ishq bhala kya ishq hua
joh aasani se ho jaye.

Translation

What of that work
that would make your heart cry

And what of that love
that would happen just so easily.

 

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a Lovers Quarrel 


Never have more vehement emotions been exchanged than during a lovers quarrel.

Far too many poems have been written on ‘hijr’ or separation from your lover and about ‘ishq’ or romance and its sweet overtures. Witnessing a lovers quarrel earlier this week, led me into an expedition to find Urdu poetry about this very important aspect of love that is shared between two souls.

A couple who share a powerful bond for 40 odd years, is seen in the middle of a scene with flared nostrils, inflamed earlobes, and pursed lips, making the onlooker gasp in surprise. But is it so odd?

When the poets write about the lover, the all encompassing , the soulmate, the center of their universe, they might at times imply that it’s going to be perfect and acrimonious all the time. They might simply leave that part out; because just like no one wants talk about dirty laundry or farting and cursing, (although all poets do it and so do their lovers), it is something that won’t seem very elegant, and wont go in tandem with Urdu adab(manners) and its nazakat (elegance), something very central to its culture and its nuances.

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A lovers quarrel has a different kind of alchemy at play. Fueled by the complete opposite emotions that make their bond so powerful, the raw feelings of pettiness, impatience, pride and most importantly expectations enter the arena.

“The quarrel of lovers is the renewal of love” said, Jean Racine, referring may be to the making up after the fight.

But it isn’t just the making up, rather about how long a time elapses before they decide to make up. Lingering around in a pool of hurt, as pride doesn’t allow you make the first move; each one waits for the cloud of anger to subside, not being able to decide whether the other is ready to start a conversation.

It also isn’t just in the after-a-fight embrace, but whether there will be acceptance of the hurt caused, or will defense of one’s actions cause further damage. No matter who was wrong, pain was caused by both, words were exchanged and soft spots uncovered. Apologies plagued with defensive explanations, never seem to help the cause.

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After the harsh experience, simple moments that were so ordinary like sharing a cup of tea, sleeping in the same bed, eating a meal (mostly in silence), seem to have a cloud hanging over them.

Both sides would like the moment to lighten again, the comfort of being in each others company to be restored, but an unexpected visitor doesn’t allow them to start the discussion. As their eyes meet across the table, they can feel the hurt they have experienced, instead of words they choose to touch their hands, and smile.

The next morning, worldly commitments force them to travel part, carrying with them the hurt of last night. Too much time would be consumed in peeling the layers and asking the other to respond.

But as this poem by Ahmed Faraz says,

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even if it causes anguish, do return to me,

for the sake of the pride you have in our love, come back,

Or just to turn off the lights, come back.

A lovers quarrel …..

Transliteration

Ranjish hi Sahi… by Ahmed Faraz

ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa
aa phir se mujhe chod ke jane ke liye aa

pahale se marasim na sahi phir bhi kabhi to
rasm-o-rahe duniya hi nibhane ke liye aa

kis kis ko batayenge judai ka sabab hum
tu mujh se khafa hai to zamane ke liye aa

kuch to mere pindar-e-muhabbat ka bharam rakh
tu bhi to kabhi mujh ko manane ke liye aa

ek umr se hun lazzat-e-giriya se bhi maharum
ae rahat-e-jan mujh ko rulane ke liye aa

ab tak dil-e-khushfaham ko tujh se hain ummiden
ye aakhiri shammen bhi bujhane ke liye aa

mana ki muhabbat ka chipana hai muhabbat
chupke se kisi roz jatane ke liye aa

jaise tujhe aate hain na aane ke bahane
aise hi kisi roz na jane ke liye aa

Translation

If it is grief so be it, come to break my heart again
Come,  if only for the act of leaving me again

Our relationship may not be the same now, but even so,
Come to fulfill the rituals and traditions of the world

To who all must I explain the reason of separation
Come, despite your displeasure, at least for the sake of the world

Till now my hopeful heart is keeping some expectations from you
But at least come back to put off these last candles of hope

Too long have I been deprived of the pathos of longing
Come my love, if only to make me weep again

Respect a little the depth of my love for you
Come someday to placate me as well

It has been a long time I haven’t had the luxury of grieving
My peace-of-mind please do come back if only to make me cry

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This amazing video by button poetry called When love arrives,  performed by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye is a must watch.