Tiger

I want to thank Nooralain for her invaluable assistance on Poem. She is a generous and astute reader, a writer`s dream, really.

When I wrote Poem I had no idea of the events that would follow. The irony of it now makes me a little sad.


PunjabiZulu, Ras, Nooralain, Revathy, Farzana, Samina, temporal, rozaiba, Nadia, khamkhwa, rahul, story-teller, kyla: thank you all for your wonderful comments. I am truly glad you liked it. I`m also sorry I couldn`t reply earlier but my PC adamantly refuses to log on to chowk.

khamkhwa: Ghalib must be spinning in his grave right now . . . zara dekh ke taareef maara karo . . .

Urstruly: thank you for your appreciation. Yaqeen maaniye, I always mean to do the best I can. Kya yeh meri ghalti hai ke my readers have greater poetic sensibilities than I? ;)


Aamir

ansari sahib

sometimes you put kamzor stuff here - don`t do that.

Sing halellujah for an excellent, excellent poet!! Wonderful stuff. I love the first just because... I mean, tigers!! But the second I like even more just because it could have been done so, so much worse ... That sort of thing can get so purple.

Bravo!

great work!

Touched.Made me feel empty from the inside.As if I could hear the sound of howling wind in a hot summer afternoon, beating against a window, from inside me.

Reminded of ``Stationery`` by Shahid-

The moon did not become the sun.
It just fell on the desert
in great sheets, reams
of silver handmade by you.
The night is your cottage industry now,
the day is your brisk emporium.
The world is full of paper.

Write to me.

[#12 by khamkhwa. on May 2, 2004 2:04pm PT
...just wondering... loudly...does any one of these persons really understand what is hidden here... i know about ghalib whose one couplet has been explained by ten people in ten different ways and not one was nearer to what ghalib meant....maybe that`s his greatness and aamir is going the same way...hail aamir ansari...;) ]

...just wondering...loudly...(aloud??)...do those who claim to not undrestand and do not care to understand bother to explain what they have not understood? Then why question those who respond positively (whether they claim to understand or not)? The poet`s words are like a rivulet...some see it as just a sliver in a marshy landscape, some as a source that will merge with the larger river/sea/ocean, some may marvel at the reflection of the green in it, some will see it as water...nothing changes the rivulet and the perceptions do not make it not a rivulet. There is nothing to understand here...one sees or turns the other way or one is blind.

Heard of the term `ehsaas`? Kabhi mehsoos bhi kar lijiye...

...just wondering... loudly...does any one of these persons really understand what is hidden here... i know about ghalib whose one couplet has been explained by ten people in ten different ways and not one was nearer to what ghalib meant....maybe that`s his greatness and aamir is going the same way...hail aamir ansari...;)

aamir...

since understood nawt
hence saying nothing...

Poem # 2 ~

Reading makes head Spinning in newspaper.
Well saying truly its a great pleasure to share paper reading with ``HumKhayal``. And its very hard to read otherwise.

The newspapers scattered in leaves and everyone in hustle to read his/her page. And mother stapling the scattered pieces in the end when everybody got filled with news.
Holidays mostly carry these scenes.

Its also a psychlogy matter. What woman likes and what a man adores. A taste a habit whatever called.

Second page of Jung, Instep of News, Horoscopes + cartoon page of dawn and news are experimented to be a relief when news of violence, war and miseries are always apparent on fronts.

But its always been a question in minds why a femine beauty is shown to capture eyes for news..as in digests, magazines, papers...

Anyways poem made me think more...

achay hain. yeah. they`re pretty good.

Aamir:

...keep it up!

...contribute soon...don`t disappear...

...t

Mubarak, Amir!

You have arrived.

best,

Hi Aamir I don`t know anything about poetry but I do know that sometimes I travel away from home so much and so often that when I get back I have to ask others ``what colour was my toothbrush?`` That makes me cry alone.

Aamir:

This time I will keep it short: If I could, I would wrap your words in a silk scarf and put them in a carved sandalwood box.

Farzana

lovely, aamir. your poems leap like tigers, play, sing, weep.
Do you think the first letter of each line has to be capitalised? Think of how it would look if they are lower case except after a full stop.
Well done!
revathy g.

aamir,

loved toothbrush. turning such a mundane activity into something more, what is the word, sinister?! : )

and poem. . .the connectedness of all those who lived and died with the words that were written. .

both these poems contain power, and are powerful. . thank you for sharing. and for letting me share too. :)

love,
n~