the butterfly smiles

This poem is dedicated to my younger sister Citele. The world has lost a warm, loving soul who was still full of life. May she rest in ease and we shall always look out for her smile.

Citele Poem

you do not die in death

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These balloons were released for Citele, RIP dear angel xx

She loved pink and yellow, thus the balloons and the reference to these colours in my poem.

A Conversation with a Poet

I had shared my poem Unnoticed on Twitter. Only a poet could respond with such precise but eloquent thoughts that left me wordless. Here is a conversation between  and 

light is light
as always bright
darkness she eludes
illusion she deludes
passion she lures
higher she soars
envy she abhors
love she adores

light is feeble, temporary
it can be obstructed
and eventually dies
curiously, enlightenment
leads you to darkness
a place of nothing

without light
there’s no darkness
without sun
there’s no moon
consort of none
she consoles all
she hides
never dies
at tunnel’s end
she’s there

I do not dare respond
Multiple meanings
Between the space
Of each couplet
Leave me dizzied
Poet, I salute you

disciple daren’t thank
master of high rank
at her feet he kneels
in hope he chills
inshaAllah
paths may cross
here hereafter
matters it not

undeserving I am
yet undoubtedly grateful
for your compelling words
(inshaAllah…)

Many thanks to Professor Shivji for allowing me to share this conversation on my blog.

Pratiksha – The Wait

It was not the distance but the direction
That kept me from you
Searching through cosmic marvels
Within each duality
Though I did hear your call
And I know you heard mine
Why else would I be drawn towards you?
Irresistible, though the magnetic pull was no more than zero
(and no less)
Spinning through void within void
Where energy is enslaved by vibration
(and also conceived)
I uttered the name of your sound
The separation between you and I was devoid of space
Even time did not dare
All I had to do was wait
If only I knew how…

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Last Sunday, I met Shirish ji and found out that he paints as a hobby. Exactly one week later, early this morning, I messaged him to ask if I could see his paintings and perhaps use them as inspiration for my poetry. As I was falling asleep (for a very rare lie-in), some words came to me and I quickly jotted them down. I woke much later in the morning to find Shirish ji had messaged me and sent me some of his beautiful paintings under the series Pratiksha – Waiting. The poem I had jotted down was also about “waiting”! And yet I do not believe in coincidences! What do you think?

Many thanks to Shirish Pandit for the kind permission to use his painting for my poetry. Please do watch this space for more of his work.

the thought of you

i caused the thought of you
and now you want to leave?
i refuse to release you

with no introduction
you descended upon the doorstep of my imagination

without an invitation
you merged yourself into my memories

you now believe you are real?
if i wished it so, i could relinquish you
in an instant…
but i love
the thought of you

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tomorrow may never come

tomorrow may never come
because this night seems not to end

subh hoti hai, raat khatm nahin hoti 
The morning arrives but the night continues

the night did end
but another night began
tomorrow was not to be found
neither was forever
nor, you

Tum aaye ho na shab e intezar guzri hai
talaash mein hai sehr baar baar guzri hai
Neither have you come nor has this night of waiting come to an end
in your search, the dawn has passed by again and again

This interaction was partly in Urdu, a deeply romantic language, for which I needed some help with translation. Thanks to Shakil Akhtar for your beautiful couplet and to Mehshar for contributing Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s poignant couplet. Please also check out their blogs, very interesting!

HeartBeats

&

SYEDALAMDARHUSSAIN