1st September, 2016.
So, here we are! After a long journey through treacherous caverns of memories and caves of dark descends, here we are!
Truthfully, I haven't been able to write stuff up, perils of M.A I guess. When you are occupied by aboriginal histories and gender inequality in pre-modern India, you can't have time for romanticism. But then...
So, I have been trying my hand (read: pen), at Urdu/Hindi poetry. Oh, do I hear the world gasp at my audacity? Yeah well fuck you haters (smirk laugh implemented). So, let's just type it down shall we?
'Aaj arson baad aasmaan ka rang dekha,
thoda feeka, thoda dhuan,
thoda bikhra hua, thoda pighla hua angare sa rang.
Par aaj har koshish ke baad bhi,
na main aasmaan ko jalaa paya,
na aasmaan mujhe sulga saki.
Aasmaan mujhe aur main aasmaan ko
bhula chuke hain shayad'...
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'Yeh unki besharmi hogi, ki
unhone humari zindadili dekhi thi
hum zindadil rahe honge kyunki humne
maut ko dekha thaa kabhi'...
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'Aapki yeh fizool nadaniyan
kisi roz humari jaan legi,
hum zara besabr kya hue,
aap toh dillagi par utar aaye'..
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'Agar mujhe dhoondne ki fursat nahi,
toh mat puch main kahan khoya rehta hoon'..
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okay, this one is the killer by my standards...
'Haalat-e-iztirab ke darmiyan
aajkal aghyaaron ke saath masroof rehta hoon.
kyunki kuch afsurdah aise hote hain jo
sharab se nahi jaate.."
______________________________________x
'Aadat thi meri jo tujhe apni buri aadat bana li maine,
mere ishq se hi tera guroor badha hai
woh toh rehemdili hain humari jo tere dillagi ko masoomiyat samhje hum
warna ashiqui se bhi badtar shaukh thay humare'..
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Alrighty then... these are some of the inklings out of my utter vella brain... matlab bhai kuch bhi likhoge?
anywhooo!
hope I don't get killed by the poets!
Peace!
So, here we are! After a long journey through treacherous caverns of memories and caves of dark descends, here we are!
Truthfully, I haven't been able to write stuff up, perils of M.A I guess. When you are occupied by aboriginal histories and gender inequality in pre-modern India, you can't have time for romanticism. But then...
So, I have been trying my hand (read: pen), at Urdu/Hindi poetry. Oh, do I hear the world gasp at my audacity? Yeah well fuck you haters (smirk laugh implemented). So, let's just type it down shall we?
'Aaj arson baad aasmaan ka rang dekha,
thoda feeka, thoda dhuan,
thoda bikhra hua, thoda pighla hua angare sa rang.
Par aaj har koshish ke baad bhi,
na main aasmaan ko jalaa paya,
na aasmaan mujhe sulga saki.
Aasmaan mujhe aur main aasmaan ko
bhula chuke hain shayad'...
_________________________________x
'Yeh unki besharmi hogi, ki
unhone humari zindadili dekhi thi
hum zindadil rahe honge kyunki humne
maut ko dekha thaa kabhi'...
_________________________________x
'Aapki yeh fizool nadaniyan
kisi roz humari jaan legi,
hum zara besabr kya hue,
aap toh dillagi par utar aaye'..
__________________________________x
'Agar mujhe dhoondne ki fursat nahi,
toh mat puch main kahan khoya rehta hoon'..
_______________________________________x
okay, this one is the killer by my standards...
'Haalat-e-iztirab ke darmiyan
aajkal aghyaaron ke saath masroof rehta hoon.
kyunki kuch afsurdah aise hote hain jo
sharab se nahi jaate.."
______________________________________x
'Aadat thi meri jo tujhe apni buri aadat bana li maine,
mere ishq se hi tera guroor badha hai
woh toh rehemdili hain humari jo tere dillagi ko masoomiyat samhje hum
warna ashiqui se bhi badtar shaukh thay humare'..
_____________________________________________________________x
Alrighty then... these are some of the inklings out of my utter vella brain... matlab bhai kuch bhi likhoge?
anywhooo!
hope I don't get killed by the poets!
Peace!
