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Have we met before?


The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.

-Rumi

Somewhere in between wiping dust off book shelves, cleaning the desk and rearranging knick-knacks all over the house, a thought enters my mind: what if we have met before?

There is a beautiful poem called, reason-season-lifetime, and I use it many times during my experiences with others.  When that someone suddenly stops calling, or that person you thought you would share all your life experiences with, is no longer part of your life, I tell myself that the season has come to an end, or that they have served their reason.

As we grow older (I just turned 35 last month), the circle of people who we are sharing a lifetime with becomes closer, tighter and more defined. We stop giving chances to people who are coming into your life may be for a reason, or we just don’t want to have a another ‘seasonal’ relationship.

I am guilty of becoming that someone, and recently found myself asking why this new human was trying to find a way into my well defined, ‘I-have-made-my-choices’ life?

The social conditioning in our current setting today leads us to take predefined routes to reach people. Invite them for a party, chat online, emojis exchanged on social media or using that poke feature. All this meant digital nagging for me!

That is when this thought entered my mind: ‘what if they have known me before?’, recognizing me maybe from another lifetime.

Were we related in that lifetime, were we siblings, rivals or may be even lovers? Did we share a deeper connection?

Have I forgotten it, and may be they remember! Are they looking at me, trying to remind me of the times we shared in that lifetime, reaching out to me because they feel the connection , although they cant explain it?

Or is it just plain attraction, human nature at its most basic….

Have we met before?

Maybe we have……

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This is a lovely poem by, Ahmed Faraz: Ab ke bhichde toh, in which he takes us to all the places we might meet.

Transliteration

Ab ke hum bichde toh shayad kabhi khwabon mein mile,
Jis tarah sookhe hue phool kitaabon mein mile.

Tu khuda hai na mera ishq farishton jaisa,
Dono insaan hain toh kyu itne hijabon mein mile.

Ghum-e-duniya bhi, ghum-e-yaar mein shamil kar lo,
Nasha badta hai sharabein jo sharabon mein mile.

Dhoondh ujade hue logon mein wafa ke moti,
Yeh khazane tujhe mumkin hai kharabon mein mile.

Ab na woh main hoon, na tu hain, na woh maazi hain Faraz,
Jaise do shakhs tamanna ke saraabon mein mile.

Translation

If separated now, then we might only meet in dreams
Like dry flowers that are found in books

Neither you are God nor is my love like an angel
If we both are human beings, then why should we meet in hiding

Let the sorrows of the world and the sorrows caused by my beloved combine
The intoxication increases after all, when the drinks are combined

Look for the pearls of fidelity in the people who have been run aground
Only in ruins it is possible to find these treasures.

You and I are not the same, nor do we have the same destination Faraz
Like two shadows meeting in the desert of desires.

 

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do Lavz….two words


I call myself Some…..a simple 4 letter word.

It means I am unspecified.
Although I do mean things,
they are just unspecified at the moment.

These undefined things made up of a few outlines,
include the undefined place I come from
or the undetermined place of my origin
or most importantly
the unknown places I want to be in.

Like most unspecified things,
I am wondering if I need distinct definitions for who I am.
Ask me now about them,
and I don’t know what those things are!
Until I met you.

I met you, the ‘one’
and together we became someone.
Nothing exemplary, just the two of us,
finding meaning in each other.

I ran into you, ‘where’,
we were known as ‘somewhere’.
And almost instantly, amidst getting to know each other,
we dreamed of all the places we wanted to go to.

I rather unexpectedly found you, ‘times’,
and we were happy sometimes.
For now we could make some exceptions and break the rules,
although not always, just sometimes.

I was surprised when I met you, ‘thing’,
and as a combination, as something.
We floated together,
feeling that we are meant to do at-least something.

I reached out to you, ‘body’,
and after we became somebody.
We could now introduce our self to others,
as unknowns who knew each other.

I was introduced to you, ‘place’,
and then as someplace,
we could talk about that secret place inside our heads,
that we both escape to when in a crowd.

I was delighted to meet you, ‘day’,
because as someday,
we had hope,
we could nurture dreams and make plans.

I met you,
the one who is known as ‘what’,
so that now we can be unabashed and undecided ,
and not take a stand, as we join together as somewhat.

I was happy that you came by,
you who is called ‘way’,
because then as someway,
we know there was no obstacle too hard or challenge too big.

stihiya-voda-zemlya-ogon

This poem is inspired by Muamma(Riddle), a poem by Javed Akhtar, that is about 2 words or ‘harfs’ meeting, separating and trying to meet again.

Although, things, ways, places, times and the one, may eventually leave, a little bit, some of it will always remain that defines us.

Muamma
By Javed Akhtar

hum dono jo harf hain
hum ek roz mile
ek lafz bana
aur humne ek maani paaye
phir jaane kya hum per guzri aur
ab yun hai
tum ek harf ho ek khaane mein
main ek harf hoon ek khaane mein
beech mein kitne lamhoN ke khaane khaali hain
phir se koi lafz bane
aur hum dono ek maane paayeiN
aesa, ho sakta hai
lekin sochnaa hogaa
in khaali khaanoN Mein humeiN bharnaa kya hai…

Translation
by David Matthews

Riddle
The two of us were once just letters
We met one day
And a word was formed
We found a meaning,
Then something happened
And now
You are a letter
In one square;
I am a letter
In another square
In between
How many squares of moments lie empty!
Another word can be formed
And we can find a meaning
It can be so
But
We have to think
How to fill those empty squares