Mysterious Moon

There is no Mystery so great as Misery.*

Moon…in quest of areté**? Image src

In the wretched darkest nights, how do you constantly shine so bright?
Are you actually burning with rage; and enchanting me with a deceitful sight?

Have you been craving for ages, in a cold war, to claim glorified might?
May be you’re seeking someone else, battling in an already lost fight…

Stuck in an endless journey, what makes you believe, your orbit is right…
Aren’t you tired of all bonds, ever thought of breaking into a far-off flight?

Scarred with deep crators, impact basins, yours is such a miserable plight..
Yet so calm and composed, to millions you offer nothing but pure delight!

Some day, dear Friend, I’ll learn from you how to live like a valiant Knight…
Right now for God’s sake, rip off barriers and tell me, is everything alright?

©Minza Gayas 2019

Picture courtesy: Dr. Shah S A

*The Happy Prince, Oscar Wilde
**Areté is a Greek word for the concept of ‘personal excellence’

 

Words matter…

 

Words can make you, words can mar
A few words may heal, many words can scar
Some are mesmerizing, some are just utterly bizarre,
Harmony of words joins us together in Peace,
Might of words shatters even world into a war

Guard the integrity of Soul….
Words can swish through it,
either a black hole or a shining star
Some words make you stoop so low
Some can genuinely raise the bar
Mere words shrivel up as time goes on
Actions impart life; take the words too far

So, “Think before you speak”
and ” Think twice before you write”
Because words can break you, words can mar
Only a few words heal, but many words definitely scar!

Nigaar-e-Urdu

Some days ago, while having a tête a tête during tea break, with my “Lucknowi” friend, we were admiring the beauty of Urdu language. What I could I possibly add to compliment it.. when renowned poets themselves have presented testimonials in the honour of this language…for me..

Urdu is not what we speak with tongue… it’s sort of a sophisticated, melancholic yet incredibly sweet language that comes off straight from a soul burdened with a broken mad heart and a composed sane mind.

Urdu was my second language at school and it was generally perceived as the toughest course among the students. I still remember how scary were the syllabi spanning all categories- Ghazal, Doha, Nazm, Qasidah, Rubaiyat, etc. and most questions would pertain to give an explanation of what poets had summarized in two or three lines. For my Urdu home work, I always required guidance of Dad, funnily enough Physics, Mathematics never bothered me so much😅

After discussing the charm of this language with my friend, we concluded:-

How intricately poets wring the worldly miseries of indefinite time into countable word-string of pearls!!

Back at the school, we stressed more on the detailed accounts with extensive vocabulary and rarely attempted to imbibe the ‘Art of brevity’ which has been a literary treasure for years!
It reminds me of a spectacular poem by an eminent Urdu poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz…

Nazm: Mujh se pehli si Mohabbat mere Mehboob na maang*

Some struggles of the life are so aptly entwined into these amazing lines, a person undergoing such turbulent times may take scrolls to express but aren’t these few lines just the perfect swap??

*Picture courtesy: Scoopwhoop.com

The lines are from a famous poem (Nazm) Mujhse pehli si Mohabbat mere Mehboob na maang ( Don’t ask me for the Love I had once for you, my Love):-

My eyes tend to return to catch glimpses (of You) but what can be done now; I’m quite helpless

Even now, your Beauty enchants me, but what can be done…

There’re certainly other griefs in this world apart from the longing for one’s Beloved

There’re other reliefs in this world, not only the comfort of Union!