A letter to my muse

Missing you - right now!

And I am confessing- I have kind of a selfish motive behind! I am missing my muse- I am missing my writing!

I will not behold myself to tell u how I miss those amazing moments of ours where we sat for so long  and discussed point of views, relationships n poetry!

According to wikipedia, there r two kinds of love- ishq-e-haqiqi and ishq-e-majazi but I say there's one more kind of love which I have always called - an intellectual affair-- a love affair that goes between two minds rather than hearts!

Hearts are foolish beings! Minds are men whereas hearts are women.They don't think- they just know how to love, care and caress!! They are the followers like the ones which are seen in the herd of a cattle! They follow the mind like an innocent sheep. They are givers and always get all the sympathies of the world!

Minds- they lead!! Simple and straight! They apply logics and think of consequences! But what if they are lead by another one- will the heart refuse to follow? Never!

Such is an intellectual affair where over and above the hearts or bodies, the mist happens between the two brains who wander in the similar directions! The two in which both apply logics but similar ones - there is appreciation more than love, wit more than dialogues and 'connect' more than an actual intercourse.

We share the same frequencies if not telepathies, we are each others' muses and we both know that, we even have adapted each others way of expressions but it hardly matters! What matters is the same page on which we both stand like headers n footers!

Love is supposed to complement n not to supplement!!

I miss the laughter on those silly jokes which u cracked n I crashed; those adrenaline rushes which occurred when u said something I was about to say n those 'timing' factors which I may rest not to say!

At this point I am also thinking of our coffee meets- when I being a total 'tea-lover' was out there sipping hot coffee with you - just because you were a 'tea-hater'!  Because it was never the beverage but the company to me which mattered the most!

With sharing, laughing and admiring in eyes, brains & hearts- unsaid n yet understood things-- I am missing u!!

इबारतें (3)

इबारतें थमीं हैं ,

आजकल,

इबादतें बदलाव पे आमादा हैं ;

मेरे हज की गलियों के नक्श 

शायद किसी पुराने संदूक में,

आराम फ़रमाते होंगे ,

मगर गलियां मुझे याद हैं; 

हर आहट समेटती ,

इन पन्नों की गिनती ख़त्म होने पे है 

मगर ये बदलती इबारतें, 

मुझे मेरे हज की गलियों में 

बार बार धकेल आती हैं;  

इबारतें अब भी थमी हैं, 

इबादतें मगर, 

रोज़ाना बदल रही हैं | 

And Ibaratein part 3 is here- after 4 months of Ibaratein 2 

A few words have become family to this series, featuring themselves in every post but the connection keeps on changing! 

I am not sure i will write other parts to "Ibaratein" series or not but am sure if I do, teh thread will be seen, strong and long! 

Read Ibaratein 1 here!! 

इबारतें : Writing
इबादतें: Prayers
नक्श:Map
बेबाक:Frank

किस्मत

किस्मत ग़र बिका करती दुकानों में, 

तो सोचो कीमत क्या आंकी जाती 

ख्वाहिश तो सब करते थोड़ी थोड़ी खरीदने की ,

पर हैसियत फिर आड़े आजाया  करती; 

किस्मत की कीमत भी फिर, 

शायद किस्मत जैसी ही हो जाती 

दाम चुकाने के लिए 

फिर थोड़ी किस्मत की दुआ की जाती ;

फख्र करें इसके बदले 

थोडा सुकून हासिल हो जाता मुफ्त में 

तब दुआएं क़ुबूल हुआ करती 

कीमत और किस्मत काश बेगैरत होती !

Peace Is Sleeping #KaveeshaKlicks

इबारतें (2)

Ibaratein

इबारतें बदल रहीं हैं,
मगर इबादतें वहीँ थमी हैं
मेरे हज की गलियों के नक्श,
आज भी वैसे के वैसे हैं
मगर शायद गलियां बदल रही हैं
इन पन्नो की सिलवट,
आज भी हर आहट समेटती है
पर ये बदलती इबारतें,
हर बार कुछ नए नक्श
उकेर ही देती है;
इबादतें थमी रह जाती हैं
इबारतें बस,
नयी लिख दी जाती हैं !

This is in continuation to another very dear poetic piece of mine! Both are called "Ibaratein" 

When Ibaratein 1 came out of my pen , it struck chords of many people I hardly knew and since then, it was always somewhere deep down in my heart to restore the "connect" by writing a second part to it! 

Hope I did justice to myself!

Read Ibaratein here!

आरज़ू

"इश्क-ए-हकीकी  और इश्क-ए-मजाज़ी  में
फर्क फ़क़त इतना है
के एक में पाने की आरज़ू कभी ख़त्म नहीं होती
और दुसरे में कब की दफ़्न  हो जाती है!"


Ishq-e-haqiqi - Divine Love and Ishq-e-majazi- Earthly love 
The only difference between the two is that in one desire is eternal and in another - it begins only when the desires are already satiated!

Why I am writing a description of this sher- coz it inflicted quite a controversy when discussed amongst my poet friends. 

My Point of view:

"The desire to attain something is killed the moment you get it!"
In divine love, the lover knows he is never going to attain the beloved- the God, so the desire of still attaining him in some way goes on; whereas in earthly love- the poetry and the pain begins only after when the lover knows he will never be able to attain the beloved!

It  might contradict with many point of views out there in the world! if it clashes with yours, let me know! Drop your interpretation of the sher in the comment box- lets spread more meaning to love and poetry! 

महफूज़ लड़ियाँ

Sandook

कुछ हर्फ़ पिरोये रखे थे,
लडियां बना कर ,
अरसों से , संदूक में महफूज़ छोड़े थे

सोचा था ,
सदियाँ बीतने के बाद ,
वक़्त की थोड़ी धूल चड़ने के बाद ,
इन लड़ियों का मोल बदल जायेगा ,
शायद थोडा और बेशकीमती हो जायेगा ;

BlackPearls 

पर वक़्त हमेशा नहीं उड़ता ,
थोड़ी धूल जमी ही थी ,
कि व्याकुल हाथ उन सहेजी लड़ियों को टटोलने लगे,

पाया लडियां बिलकुल वैसी थीं ,
अब सोचती हूँ ,
कल सुनार को दे आउंगी ,
शायद अभी सहेजने का वक़्त नहीं आया है

The Moment Before The Moment

 You feel like reading? At times, yes! Why , because you just want to relax, may be you just want to lie down and do nothing , may be you just want to live some other character right now, may be you have taken enough and you are taking a little more, to make it enough-  just enough!

That’s what happens when you read! Reading is a process which generally happens to people while it’s ongoing, while they are actually reading it – thinking what the author is throwing at them and just living the characters mentioned in those alphabets! To other few it may also happen while its going on and also “after” it, they may well lie down in their beds and think of the characters or may be the story or the beautiful visualization the author created there or the “outcomes” as everybody might want to call it. But to some (maybe I am referring to the clan of people, I belong) it also happens before, before actually picking up a book and start reading it! The process actually starts from there- just when you felt like reading, just before the moment when you thought of picking that book up and get engrossed in it.

The reflective smile - the "moment"

Any moment is generally called a moment because of the things that happened in those moments – but actually the moment is just before the moment – that moment when you thought of making the next moment a “moment” – when you “FELT” like doing it , what you did eventually !

That is the biggest urge – that is the line which we cross, that is the time when the human sense called “control” would have worked but at times – it just doesn't works out! It doesn't let any command of your mind travel to your heart and the rest just follows! That is how most of the moments become moments – in real senses! And of we control it, it becomes another moment, but it still is a moment anyway, right!!

So absorb the most of “when you felt like doing it “– because that is the real moment- and rest what happens or follows – trust me – it was all destined!

Live it up – the moment before the moment!

तस्वीरों के लोग

"उन तस्वीरों को दीवार पे जगह देने का क्या फायदा ,

जिनमें  मुस्कुराते लोग अब ज़िन्दगी से रुखसत हो गए "

मकां

मकां कई बनते हैं 

मन में ही बनते और उधड़ते हैं,

दीवारें चुनती हैं 

और फिर भी दरवाज़े खुलते हैं 

दरवाजों तक जाने वाले 

रास्ते चलते हैं , बदलते हैं 

जाने कितने मौसम बीत जाते हैं 

पर मकां अब भी बना करते हैं 

एक दिन कोई उस मकां का 

पता पूछ बैठता है 

तो कच्ची सड़क पर पक चुके 

पैरों के निशाँ बताते हैं 

के दीवारें तो ढह गयीं 

पर रास्ते अब भी 

उन खुले दरवाज़ों तक जाते हैं!! 

“You are what you delete”

You are what you delete --- It’s a copied thought but so true! So many times, so many words are poured on a word doc and then backspace button un-does it all! Why- may be this piece of thought doesn't wants to go public, may be this part of the person doesn’t wants to be seen, or may be this emotion just wants to stay inside and grow bigger.

Hiding away is one aspect but hiding and yet growing it inside is totally another.

Situations happen-you do certain things in a certain way in that situation and then that situation – that moment is gone, but once that moment has passed, does it happens that you think you could have done something else in this situation – you could have behaved little differently – then things might not be the way they are right now- they may have changed – they may have been better – they may have been according to you, the way you wanted them to be!!

Holding back yourself – that’s what you did-then, in that moment- you didn’t blurt out yourself and now the moment has passed away. Holding back was difficult, painful rather, but did it help? What held you- you were thinking of the eventual outcomes of “resistibility” or you realized there are some common human emotions in you like ‘ego’ – whatever it was- you haven’t done justice to yourself- at least not in that moment.

Now the moment has already passed but the urge and the desire isn’t dead yet. So, you shall wait, wait for the urge to grow bigger within you – wait till the time when you feel that holding back happened for good, wait till you feel the moment was worth it and when you get the vibes that its time- just blurt it out!

But oh!- the wait seems to have missed its worth- here’s a new discovery within yourself—the time, desire and efforts that went in doing  everything to get it back seem to be a waste- the situation doesn’t seems be deserving enough – a wrong choice or may be a wrong realization- And ‘now’ another situation is happening to you- this is called “Helplessness”!

Nothing is worse than this feeling, nothing so handicapped – when you do it all, with your heart, mind, body and soul – but still- nothing happens!

And this is the time- when you write and delete-this is the real You!

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PS:

§  Live every moment, don’t miss, don’t regret-do what you feel like and not think like doing in that moment.

§  Nothings worse than Helplessness

§  Resistibility is a bitch

§  Remember, eventually, it’s only about YOU!