"aandhi chalee to naqsh-e-kaf-e-paa nahin mila
dil jis se mil gaya woh dubara nahin mila
khaamoshion ka dard-shanaasa nahin mila
apni tarah se koi akela nahin mila
mazboot kashtiyon ko kinara nahin mila"
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Why have I used this picture to go with Zaidi's words? The curtain was blowing and left no trace of the very winds that shook it. How could I have got attached to it? What may my words explain about my silence looking for someone suffering a similar pain? Does one find the same lonely souls if one looks at the bounteousness of a crowd? A fragile pot can accommodate a river, but a strong boat may never find a shore.
This isn't a literal translation of the poem, but it comes close and closer to how I felt in those days and continue to feel. Yes, even curtains become my inspiration, curtains you can see through...
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Really intense
An author once said that most men lead lives of quiet desperation. Perhaps these men insulate from themselves their expression; bottling up pints of gray and black and white muses in themselves.
Leads me to ask myself: What is love? Why do we need it? Can we 'un-need it'?
FS
"It is not likely that any complete life has ever been lived which was not a failure in the secret judgment of the person who lived it. " Mark Twain
Is that alone not enough to make everyone essentially a loner? There is nothing more exclusive than a secret, and an important one at that.
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[[hum anjuman mein sab ki taraf dekhate rahe
apni tarah se koi akela nahin mila]]
Again a big surprise, this poetry is my most fav. one....whenever I am depressed I aalways humm this one...this is sort of my inspiration for my lonely life and lonely days....
Manzoor:
Zaidi or I?
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FS:
Thoreau...and the bottled up muses create or destroy? To complete the quote "and go to the grave with the song still in them". Would we say that such songs then have no value?
Love is indefinable. My view: we need it to complete a part of us, to fill a hollow, to see through the eyes of one whose eyes we wish to see, not to look into but perceive...We can un-need a certain aspect of love when that has been sated. It only means there is room for a leap in feeling because hollows keep getting created.
Uh-huh, just realised you were asking these queries of yourself...
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Tan:
Loneliness is not a failure. Twain was alluding to our sense of over-reaching and extending towards completion. If one chooses solitude it could be also from a sense of contentment or of not even seeking it.
PS: The exclusivity of secrets make them desirable and therefore sought-after.
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Circle:
We seem to be sharing a lot of things these days...so you are not alone. I won't ask you to choose between Mustafa and me. "Raahe talab mein kaun kisika apne bhi begaaney hai..."
hmmm...solitude and loneliness are two different things, you know. (Who said that? I've forgotten.)
And I find secrets oppressive, burdensome...
I suppose we ought too agree to disagree here.
We don't even need to disagree, of what I said was about secrets being sought-after by others. They may be a burden to oneself, unless one chooses to share...
There is a dividing line between solitude and loneliness, but one can lead to or form/deform the other.
If you wish, do read this and scroll down to the post below that as well: http://farzana-versey.blogspot.com/2006/12/lonely-road.html
I might add that it is one of my three most definitive pieces.
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