Hidden Desires

Here is a question for every one:

Does infidelity save marriages?

It means that when partners in life are sick and tired of each other, in dire need of space and are about to divorce, if they have such an experience, it brings them together again.

Comments!

really 1 good one..
Thanks 4 sharing!.............

#36 Tauheed Sahib

Yes, indeed!

And highly relevant to seasoned interactors with six thousand plus interacts (under their current nick, plus tens of thousands more under previous nicks) - many more beyound the wildest dreams of any newbies!

#33 indeed!!

Ozer Kardesh,
Atlanta byuk, ama yok guzel o kadar Istanbul. :)
Your style of writing, even in prose, is so lively that words, that we all understand but hardly ever encounter, leap out at us as if they are excited about their use by someone so adept at their employment.

Dear Salim,

Atlantayi nasil buldunuz ? guzel bir yer mi ? I must say I concur with your poetic preferences. Iqbal, with the Shiqwa and its outstanding sequel, Jawab-e-Shiqwa, as well as Iqbal`s book the ``Reconstuction of Islamic Thought`` is such a savvy and heartening interpretation of Islam, which gives it special meaning and urgency only accentuated by the modern debacles we breathe. Ghalib`s ghazals are ever so evocative and piercing.

Hi Bj Kumar,

Your poetic insights, re-interpretation and agile deconstruction of my poem was heart gladdening. Seldom do I witness such an exhaustive and meaningful interact. If only most interactors gave as much constructive feedback as yourself rather than their usual penchant to spew out venom with alarming ease.

The brevity and acute succintness with which you re-wrote the poem is exemplary, and manifests your innate ability in poetry writing. I really enjoyed reading your version and I do appreciate the effort.

AV Krishna,

It is fairly befitting for me to reciprocate the query as to what you do in life and where you are situated ?

#32 mjchawla

A person of few words indeed! You are a shining example to emulate!

Ozer, to give a better idea of what I suggested, I took a stab at your words and worked with them a bit to come up with a different version of your poem. Hope you don`t mind.

The Curse

Kiss me, my love
And just feel it
Such tender kiss
As lost we get
In rapture such
And view the cloak
That covers the sea

A mighty sea
Which lies below
That ring you hold!

In-laws – they gave
Dowry so much
And yet you lack
What need you most!
Your heart – which starves
Your gaze – all frozen
And tells the truth
And truths so many!
Millions – untold!

Such hungry eyes
Famished – they stay
This crown of thorns
It just remains
Your fate forever
Your life forever

Your yearning lips
Your throbbing heart
Yet – missing spark!
And those in-laws
In fake rendition

From fiery claws
The smoke bellows
A magic spell
To make you free
If only could
Then – less would be
Your life – such hell!

And eyes – they speak
What spouse can’t hear
Yet mind conceals
And mind suppresses
But spirit – it knows
And lips – they laugh
And tears – they spread
As eyes conspire

Oh, chaste
Wither away
Set her lust-free
For long – in prison
A lost romance
A whisper – hymn
Infidelity

A fleeting love
A spirit’s spice
To tickle the soul
And passions veiled
But secret toll
Attraction takes

Forbidden was this
Conjugal intrusion
And altar vows
Were mere illusion
Or just gone by
Paranoid delusion

So hollow ring
“For better – for worse”
“Till death – us part”
No more are vows
But nuptial curse
He pays the bills
He got the purse
Diamond uncut
In cold – it shivers
And all alone
No one – to have
No one – to hold

So fickle is woman
It’s true – so true
The heart whispers
With passions such
She can`t deny
And flickers anew
That old, old flame

Though vows – they hold
Back stormy seas
Of powers - much
Just steered away
By sheer force
For feelings such!

That collection we undertook on Chowk to send Temporal to poetry school seems to have paid off. He still can`t write any poetry but he sure can lecture others about it.

Ozer,

First, let me second #24 quite sincerely.

Second, I like your prose writings quite well – when you write it out of free will - and not as if somebody forced you to do so. My comments on your poetry were already provided earlier on this page.

In particular, your very distinct style of breaking thoughts into multiple lines is quite effective – something that I have learnt from you and used in my own interacts (hopefully adding to their impact) to make my own points! Therefore, thanks for the same.

I am not a poet (except as applies in the general opinion expressed to mian Hamidm (who isn`t one, either!)). My own grasp of English poets and the like and other aspects of poetry (as well as literature) is quite weak and it is not possible to provide too much feedback (it is just not “my cup of tea”) using the terms of the practitioners of the trade.

However, I feel that you should let your heart do the talking and not be trapped by making specific word structures. It is in that sense that I consider your present work an improvement over its predecessor poem.

Try to use simple words when you can. Re-read the draft several times – do not be tempted to send it in according to a timeframe. Never consider it a completed piece of work - after all, it is supposed to reflect a live part of you – therefore, it IS supposed to change till it actually, physically, can change no more.

I see poetry as little more than drawing an artistic sketch with words - except words, unlike a brush, can take a life of their own and their meaning (which is analogous to the color of the paint) can change quite a bit too - simply based on the context (like lighting) or even the reader’s perspective (like audience looking from different angles).

No artistic sketch can be confused with a photograph – the latter shows things just as they are (and sometimes is cruelly realistic) and one can magnify a photograph to very high resolutions and probe minutely and come up with iron-clad explanations for its every attribute. But the sketch has portions which are just a blur and the reader fills those in by using his own tools of imagination – and because every reader (a human being – that greatest work of art by the greatest of masters) has a unique mind – the power of the sketch is infinitely high.

It is no wonder poets have difficulty making it into a vocation. It’s just too much fun work to pay the bills!

Sincerely,
BJ Kumar

#27, BJ
Is it so difficult for you to be honest? Are you or are you not a recycled rehash of Uncle Temporal? In the past you have made such a big deal about people using multiple nicks, Is there no end to your hypocrisy?

#26 Chauhan

[I did not expect nor do I appreciate this sermon about my perceived cruelty against you or others.]

I was not trying to make you appreciative. You know quite well what you are - just a fake and a flake (in my view).

Every word in #23 is true and you know it!

And your baiting efforts will have no effect on me - it is all old routine - I have seen you do it too often and it does not impress!

Never has and never will.

BJKumar #23, {``And yes, I am not Indian - I am an American!``}

BJ,
So what, so am I. Don`t try to get friendly with this common nationality plea. All I asked you was whether you were a recycled form of Temporal madness. I did not expect nor do I appreciate this sermon about my perceived cruelty against you or others. Now, just answer one simple question - are you Temporal?

#22 Ozerkhalid , sair ozan :)
Iyigigim - sagol. Atlanta de ziyaret etmek. bir anlamda.
My favorite poets are Iqbal and Ghalib in Urdu - which I understand as poorly as Temporal writes poetry - reading/writing is even worse. I like them for two different reasons - Ghalib is so sad and so full of emotion, while Iqbal is uplifting almost to the point of cheerleading. They help balance one`s mood.

My favorite American poets are Edgar Allen Poe and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I found both to be very melancholy and full of praise for the recently departed.

Re: # 14

Ozer,

All the best in your future endeavours,

- Avkrishna