My Crimson Reality

The problem with self-indulgence is that it doesn`t lead anywhere but more of the same. A lot of times I have felt that the Meer type poets just loved feeling sorry for themselves. Great! but then what????

``Dil ka kiya rang karon khoon-e-jigr honay tak``. Indeed.

Nice poem though. Very well written.:-)

Re: Crimson Reality By Whirling Dervish

Life is indeed a tavern!
The door is open wide,
All are invited
To enter inside.

We pay with a handshake
For diet pepsis and romantic stares,
To bury away
Our worries and tears.

We dance to the rhythm
Of human hearts` beat,
Life is indeed a tavern
Where all people meet!

The melodious soft husky voices
Ripe as fermented raspberries,
The secrets of romancing the stones
They are willing to teach.

Life is indeed a tavern!
Before it closes down ...
We ought to dance to the music
While we rendezvous with Life!

With mussed-up hair and moistened brow
The tempting lips of an intoxicated smile
With open blouse, rent to the waist,
Singing a sonnet`s soft strain
Her cup contained a potent brew.

With provocative glance and slanted smile
She came at midnight and sat awhile.
Then whispered in soft, low tones,
``Have you given way to sleep,
You who have been my faithful lover?``

Night watching lovers
Your love is fake
If you don`t pursue
The juice of this Grape.

Away, you hypocrites
Don`t belittle those who drink of the cask,
Even the dregs can be dear,
For no more was given when creation was cast.

I have drunk to the end
What was given to me
Whether it came from the cask
Or the cup of Eternity.

How many, as Hafez, to repentance have resigned
By fetching billowed hair and heady flowing wine?

--Translation of Hafez Shirazi by Michael Boylan.

Another great poem by Derwaish. I was glad to see tha the ending made its clear that the poem is not about glorifying drunkenness but focussing on the unbearableness of life at times.

but we must be more courageous than to escape like this.

Thank you W.D.