Unpoet

janaab t sahib: I sense a touch of existentialism here. not the ``khoodi ko kar baland intna`` type but the more mundane ones the rest of us live with. as for the various m-sobriquets that are echoed (and echo-boomed), truly there are even more in store if one spends time on chowk. :-)

what exactly is cosmisage??

t - i think IV and V are my favourite stanzas in a poem that is just lovely. IV esp struck a chord...

I don`t get any of this un-poetry.

temporal:

Ironically this is your best , or maybe I understand it for know rhyme--or reason!

Niether you are such a ``baddie-baddie`` nor am I such a ``goodie-goodie``. You and I both know that. We both have a ``common ground``. We can be there.;)

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Aap kay rUnGG mein kuchh tuuk-bandee kee jasarat kr rahaa hooN.. mu`azrat kay saath. Ummeed hai huzoor drguzar farmaaen-gey


Chashme-nUm,jaan-e shoreeda kaafee naheeN



chalo chalo!
upni upni kulahriaN lai aaO
aur chalo uss jaanib jahaN
vhaaN chaurahay pUr
anmbaar lagaa rahaiN haiN voh sub

``voh toa subb thheek hai,
mgar khhud hee soacho
kay agar vahaaN behas shroo ho gaee
kay in kaa alaO bnaeN , in ko aag lgaaeN
yaa kay inn ko dafN krdaiN; aUr kahaaN?
Mantar kauN paRRhay gaa?
namaaz kaUn paRRaha-e gaa?
yeh savaal azal sey haiN
ubad tUk rahaiN gey

kulharriaN jahaN bhhee haiN
vaheeN rehnay doa
gharoaN meiN, doa-chatee mein
godaamoaN meiN
(nihaaN khaanoaN meiN; bisraaO mUt baar baar!
bhool gaey hoangay rakhh kar; kyooN raak kuraidtay ho)

KulharioN ko chaurahy pUr laana kabhhee naheeN puugtaa
aur meiN tuum aur voh iss baat sey khoob vaaquif haiN

A tearful eye and a tender heart is just not it


Come on, Get going
there where all are heading to
there at the inter-section where
all are piling up their battle-axes

`` ok Ok I heard
but you think about it.
That ,if there, erupts an argument
about cremation or burial .
Their last rites; who would lead?
These questions since Time began
will stay till Time ends

Let the battle-axes be,
where they are.
In the houses, in the attics
in storage,
(In lapsed memory; why jog it so often?
why rake the embers?)

It never pays to bring the battle-axes at the intersections
and I, you and our Mehboob*, are quite aware of that.

*not a person

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urstruly...
i got it...temporal and boom boom are one and the same person and should be banned from chowk for writing beautiful garbage...

Janab `boom Sahib:

Aap ney Faiz ko bhee naheen bakhsha.

You could have named your poem ``Upni Upni Kulaharian Lai Aoo``. Why was it so essential to name it after Faiz`s ``Chasham-e-num, jaan-e-shoreeda kaafee naheen``? Faiz`s poetry is beautiful and delicate. He deserved better. Or am I missing something?

Mohammad Gill

gill saheb...
boomboom ke liye seegha-e-waahid ka istemaal, boomboom ki asliyat ki nishan dahi kerta hai...aapko aisa nahin kerna chahiye tha...;)

Freethinker:
There is a context. No disrespect or vulgarisation of Faiz intended.

This was the reason:

from temporal`s poem above:

ya palkouN maiN chanakhtay
tashakkur ki booNdouN say
pyas apni bhee bujha kar
karvaan say phir ja milaiN?

No you are not missing anything but thanks for pointing out.

Khamkwha:

Aur agar asliyat kee nishandaheee naa ho sakay phirrrr? Mubarak ho kay aap ghalibUn haiN kuchh aur nazar aateiN haiN kuchh.

boomboom...
if you think you are stupid who am i to contradict you...vaise nishan dahi aisay taayer ki thi jo ke maghrib main danayee aur aqalmandi ke liye mush-hoor hai...;)

t:

to me, you are too abstract, but just to me. i am a pagan when it comes to poetry in english mood. believe me, to read your urdu part, i had to write it on a piece of paper in the script of zubaan-e-man. my decoder doesn`t work the other way.

freethinker sahib,

arn`t you supposed to be a

free

thinker

?


boom,

i am seeing a change. ye haqeeqat hay ya saraab?

zara si dair theherne de aye gham-e-dunya,
bula raha hay koi baam se uter ke mujhe,

kisi kali ne bhi dekha, na aankh bhar ke mujhe,

.........

malikjahanzeb:10

``JahaaN pey hUm tuum khaRRay haiN donoaN subh`a kaa raushan uuf`que vaheeN hai``

``uus baam sey niklay gaa tiray husn kaa khuursheed
iss kunj sey phootay gee shafaque ranG-e hinaa kee``

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TaRRap uthhtay haiN uun kai faiz pay chheenTa bhee puRr jaey
mgar jubb Aap(s) hoaN toa kham`shee sey daad daitay haiN



Khamkwha:
That was a hoot.

A back-handed compliment in your usual ``kuutnee`` style.

Wah subhanallah!

Re: # 12 kaalchakra,

can you read urdu script?

re: malik saheb

I can`t! One of my greatest regrets, coming as I do from a family of urdudaans... :(

.... sometimes even a hose does not work .............

............just when i thought i`d give poetry a whirl, you come up with .... this ........ this unpoetry !........ this was excruciatingly painful to read and for that there has to be divine retribution !.......... ya allah, temporal kay kalam ko jahanum main jagah day, ameen ! ...... but i guess you could come back and say :

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem`s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author`s name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

(saminasha would be proud !)

tahmed:
thanks for your comments...if you mean that aspect of existentialism that camus made famous...`we are all privileged`... alongwith sartre`s `existence precedes and rules essence`...i will give a qualified yes...gravely;)

only in grave do we cease to exist and think and yes..this is a qualified response too...guess in essence there never are any black and whites in life...except in them artists tubes:)...cosmic sage

amrita
thanks...i like them too:)

urstruly

chal jhootay!

I don`t get any of this un-poetry.

any adj. One, some, every, or all without specification:

now, had you stopped at any...you know with a full period, i`d understand your lament;)