Yeh na thee hamari qismat..

Yeh na thee hamari qismat keh wisaal-e-yaar hota

Agar aur jeete rahtay yahi intezaar hota

Tere waade par jiyee ham to yeh jaan jhoot jana

Keh khushi se mar na jaate agar aetbaar hota

Yeh masaael-e-tasavvuf yeh tera bayan ghalib

Tujhe ham wali samajhate Joh na badaakhwar hota.

These are few lines from a poem by Mirza Ghalib. As the lover soakes into a tragic mood, he lyrically laments about the agony of a lost love..

Yeh na thee hamari qismat keh wisaal-e-yaar hota
Agar aur jeete rahtay yahi intezaar hota

The lover says, he trusted his misfortune, and he knew that he did not stand a chance to embrace his love,So even if he lived longer, he knew it was a gamble, already lost..

Tere waade par jiyee ham to yeh jaan jhoot jana
Keh khushi se mar na jaate agar aetbaar hota

O my love, if you think that I am living for the promise you made to me..Understand that its a lie my dear, for wouldn't have I died out of joy had I really beleived you..

How beutifully the poet brought out a divine aspect of love.. as if the lover whispers, " O my love, never think that my love is blind, its just that I have chosen to be blindfolded.." Ah, beautiful..

Yeh masaael-e-tasavvuf yeh tera bayan ghalib
Tujhe ham wali samajhate Joh na badaakhwar hota.

Lover speaks to himself, " Your understanding of the wordly problems and ethical conflicts are very well justified by your statements, O Ghalib...

You could have qualified as a saint Ghalib, had you not loved the alcohol..

An Emotional dual where lover's self praise conflicts his reality..

Such is Ghalib's emotional outburst, I am bound to think, that Love is not an emotion itself.. its a cradle, a bed where Emotions germinate..

-Amit

Chalo ek baar fir se - A touching thought

" Chalo ek baar phir se, ajnabi ban jaye ham dono..

Taarruf rog ho jaaye to usko bhoolnaa behtar,
Taalluk bojh ban jaaye to usko todnaa achchha,
Voh afsaana jise anjaam tak laana na ho mumkin ,
Use ek khoobsoorat mod dekar chhodna achchha..


My ever failing attempt to portray the mood and imagination of the poet, Sahir Ludhianvi, as he pens down this magnificent thought for the movie Gumrah..

Chalo ik baar phir se Ajnabi ban jaye hum dono..

At times I interpret it as a state where the Love touches a sweet emotion which embraces nostalgia, and wishes to re-live tho moments of them coming together long ago.. the times when love was just expressed by drooping eyelashes and anxious eyebrows.. times when love was germinating and found solace in the orchards of the Lovers hearts'.. times when love was a little more fun and a lot more an unknown state of the heart.. when those secret mushy exchanges gave rushes..
A phase wherein Love wants to go back in time and sail again till the present..

Another thought interprets the magic woven by the poet, as a state of Love where its agreed that Love cannot meet realism, it cannot find acceptance. So it wishes to mould the feeling and guide it to a beautiful end, rather than tread the sour path..

"Taarruf rog ho jaaye to usko bhoolnaa behtar,

Taalluk bojh ban jaaye to usko todnaa achchha,

Voh afsaana jise anjaam tak laana na ho mumkin ,

Use ek khoobsoorat mod dekar chhodna achchha.."

As an incurable disease is better to forget, a realtionship is better ended than continued with ill-sentiments..so is a tale of Love better is better left, given a sweet twist than a sour dead-end..

Ah, wonderful display of emotions, and this goes a far way and raises a thought, which silently says, Words when weaved like this, give home to emotions !
-Amit