आज मन बहुत उदास हो ये ज़रूरी तो नहीं
कोई मेरे आस पास हो ये ज़रूरी तो नहीं
Aaj man bhut udaas ho ye zaroori to nhi
Koi mere aas paas ho ye zaroori to nhiN
बादलों ने आख़िर अपना लहू बरसाया है
बुझ गयी हमारी प्यास हो ये ज़रूरी तो नहीं
badalon ne aakhir apna lahu barsaya hai
Bhujh gyi hamari pyaas ho ye zaroori to nhiN
तेरे ग़म में मेरा जिगर आँखों से बहा है
तेरा ग़म मगर ख़ास हो ये ज़रूरी तो नहीं
Tere gham Mai mera ziagar aakhon se baha hai
Tera gham mgr khaas ho ye zaroori to nhiN
तू, तेरा हाथ, मेरे काँधे पे तेरा सर
सारा जहान पास हो ये ज़रूरी तो नहीं
Tu, tera haath, mere kandhe pe tera sar
Sara zahana paas ho ye zaroori to nhiN
IIT Guwahati campus has its own ways of thanking you when you spend a night in its lap. I remember that night, a couple of my friends spent the entire night on a bench near this lake, a few of us slept in between on the same bench and when they woke up they saw this beautiful scenery. I was one of them. This Ghazal I wrote just after waking up on the bench near the lake. “…सारा जहान पास हो ये ज़रूरी तो नहीं”
When he woke up that morning in his bed, his face was still deprived of the sun rays as the window on the wall opposite to him still closed, like on many such mornings. He looked at the window through the eyelids slightly ajar. He kept lying there for a while, thinking, unlike most of his mornings when he got up overlooking the closed window and ignored his craving for the sun rays. He never dared to open the window, but sometimes he did look at the panels, the layer of dust on it and the bolts which were tightly penetrated into the sill. And then, the next moment, he flushed all those thoughts out of his mind.
They had said to him that there was another world on the other side of the window and he didn’t belong there. This was the world enclosed by four walls and a roof and a window where he belonged. But somehow he knew that it was not true.
They had warned him that there were high mountains, long & cold rivers, piercing sun-rays and the air too fresh to be inhaled. The warnings were critical enough to scare him.
But today when he got off the bed, walked to the window, unbolted and pushed the panel, he saw high mountains, long & cold rivers, piercing sun-rays, and fresh air. He was now aware that he belonged to this world.
I proudly announce that the above sketch is an original work of artist Chakit Sharma. You can checkout his work on his Instagram handle @chakit.sharma
A little about Analogies: Does it happen to you that when you see an object or anything around you, it gives you a thought that defines the life quite perfectly and leaves you contemplative for a moment? Well, that’s what Analogies is all about. By simple things around us what can we perceive about life. Can we really see life through what is already visible?
On a plain land where there is no sign of life, not a single one, you just follow hard terra firma, dry and cracked. The continuity of dead land is being broken by a tree in the middle of the plain land. It is leafless and lifeless. The brittle branches are attached to the tree as if sympathising the tree for what is gone and never promised to return. Just a few yards away there is another tree standing in the same cruel surrounding. Both trees are almost similar just that the second tree has a yellow leaf still attached to it as if deluding the tree for what it possesses.
Through STILLS writer would portray various phases and faces of life in the form of stills. Like a photographer. There would be no movement but each element would say its story. There would be no dialogues but emotions would be communicated.
So the concept is very simple. a photographer can capture a moment, but can a writer do the same?
The bright morning sunshine, originated from its proud owner, travelling through the moist atmosphere of pleasant morning, surfacing the ice on those high mountains like feeding them their morning breakfast, falling on the plain grass terrain and reflecting back like a mad dancer, illuminating the entire environment and killing even the slightest darkness like a promising messenger of life and hope, the sunshine then entered through the window and touched the eyes of her, sleeping in her room. She opened her eyes -slightly ajar- green and beautiful. Her lips stretched a bit and by that sunshine lasted its journey.
So here we are again with a guest post. These guest posts encourages us to deliver even better stuff. Enjoy this beautiful piece of poetry.
Submitted By – Rahat Farooqi
Those lofty mountains and forests green,
those radiant scenes kiss our hearts
the first ray falls thus,
the cuckoo’s songs caressingly awaken us
the soul is tranquilized by songs of the jhelum,
the breeze moves in a rhythmic manner
the fanatics turn more enthusiastic than they are,
they keep singing to themselves far and far
every object here has a unique quality about it,
every speck here is flawless
the influence of dusk is quite alien,
I wish I would dwell among those lofty mountains
they call it a fragment of heaven,
but I think the heaven is all here
As writers and creators, at certain point of time, we all feel a little off. There is a feeling of something missing; some part of us is missing. And that’s when we decide to reclaim the lost. That’s when we decide to take a break. That’s when we decide to call Mother Nature.
Actually ‘Taking a Break” is just an excuse to unite with Mother Nature. Whenever a child is lost, he starts searching for his mother. Similarly whenever we are lost in the manifolds of life, we search for a mother, the one and the universal, Mother Nature. Sitting in her lap we feel alive, our senses revive, the search for ideas comes to a halt, our vision clarifies and we can reconnect with ourselves.
It serves both purposes; provides a chance to understand nature in a better way and bestows a sense of solitude so we can connect with ourselves and with Mother Nature. This is an experience which everyone deserves and everyone should have a chance to encounter once in his/her life. It is a divine experience with various forms for everyone.
Now if you have had this experience, you know how it feels. There is a soothing calmness all around you. The chirping of early birds, the constant buzzing of insects, the sound of tranquil wind flowing through the rusty leaves of trees; it’s all there and you can feel it. You can connect with it like never before. You can feel her presence all around you, from a tiny dust particle to the gigantic mountains.
If you never had a chance to encounter such an opportunity, leave whatever you are doing and get ready for an adventure right now. This is one thing you wouldn’t want to miss. Call it a “Break” or whatever you want but never miss such an opportunity. Just remember, it’s your call in the end.