Goodbye, Traveller, Hunger

khatam-shud

...the emperors clothes dont depend on individual perception...either they are there, or they aren`t...

...if you say so...let us agree to disagree...

...the `inspiration` is a loaded one...need time to reflect than articulate a reply...so if you excuse me i will quote tom hanks in forrest gump...``s-it happens``...yes, i know have a rustice s-o-h!

ps:

please sub prose for verse

temporal: thats the whole catch actually...the emperors clothes dont depend on individual perception...either they are there, or they aren`t.

temporal: wondering...what was the inspiration?

khatam-shud:

thanks for reading these…er thoughts…you raise an important issue which am eminently not qualified to answer…what is poetry? …to really proffer a definition of poetry is a gargantuan task beyond the reach of this fringe poet…

…a quick check and i find these working definitions of poetry:

1. The art of apprehending and interpreting ideas by the faculty of imagination; the art of idealizing in thought and in expression.
2. Imaginative language or composition, whether expressed rhythmically or in prose.
3: any communication resembling poetry in beauty or the evocation of feeling
4: ``the measured language of emotion.``

…the poems i offered here are not verse by any stretch…or so i would like to delude myself perhaps;)…yes the emperor could very well be clothed, semi-clad or nude…it all depends on individual’ s perception…

Azee, sobs Banjaara thanks

..t

temporal: that didnt sound much like poetry to me..more like random thoughts that suggest wisdom in an abstract manner so that those who want to see it say they do...like the emperors new clothes....i dont want to be the boy who cries the-king-is-naked but will u please help me see the threads?

Great poetry..!!

tahmed32

...tch tch...aapki begum say darkhaast hay kay is baat per (#20) aapka hisab-kitab laiN!


ferzi

jallad say daRtay haiN, na waa`iz say jhagaRtay
hum sumjhay huay haiN oosay jis bhais maiN jo aa`aye

temporal #18 Are these cyberhugs delivered on a cybercharpoy?

t,
Peerzada Qasim has similar fans :

Kya isse behisi kahuN, ab jo na dad-e-fun milay
kerb tau saare zeest ke, aaj nava ke saath haiN

ferz

...good post...am in a rush...is liyay koi achcha she`r yaad nahin aa raha hay!...later

lve and cyber hugs

t

Urstruly

bhai these are not just translations each one is a bit more

tishnagi
tish na gi
from persion, noun
1:pyasa
2:kinayatan shiddat e aarzoo: shiddat e shauq:

now go check on shauq...specially the sufistic implications of shauq as in iqbal`s

maqaam e ishq say aasaN guzar gaya iqbal
maqaam e shauq maiN khoya gaya woh ferzana

...and then perhaps backtrack and think of other hungers and yearnings...

rgds,

t

chowk editors

thanks again and am impressed!:)

FV

Oh yeah, now please explain to me why in the poem tishnagi means hunger and not thirst. Only that cost me 5 pennies and I am 5 pennies closer to my home. I will settle for a mattress though; oh heck a gadda would be just fine.

tahmed32 (#3):
[FarzanaVersey #2 Urstruly will also need some company on the charpoy...

Umeed hai aapney temporalsaab ke kalaam par bhi ghaur farmaaya hoga!

Urstruly (#9):
If you know what love is you Cannot be a smart man. Welcome to the world of fools! And you do not have to be schooled in any mushaira culture to be able to connect with emotions. However, sometimes our efforts fall flat even if we think we have connected. For example, the poet has a shikwa against my reading of the ehsaas. I guess I too am deprived of an adequate understanding. But the quest continues...perhaps, in my case it is, ``Khalee hai abhi jaam main kuchh soch rahaa hoon...``

temporal:
[Ferzi… a revealing post more for what was not said…]

``kucchh kehne pe toofan utha deti hai duniya...apni tau yeh aadat hai ke hum kuchh nahin kehte``.

[and another gamble seems to have failed…was expecting more comments on HungerTishnagi…if for nothing than for its political-incorrectness…you guys are very kind indeed!]

Speaking for myself and my mean streak, it wasn`t kindness...just acceptance that anything can be a b!tch at any given time. Besides, there is always hope... ``tishnagani ke yeh din guzar jaayenge...mere saaqi ko nazrein uthaane tau do, jitney khaalee hai sab jaam bhar jaayenge.``

cicatrix

truth can be
incredible
(this is not a lie)

bruise and blemish,
scar, spot, frown

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lines etched on the skin
betray past un-truths

should truth be damned
verity hurled out
hearsay to reign?
pass me the poison!

this one is dedicated to a friend who feels i communicate but do not connect...that i should concretize!...this friend is more sober when inebriated...and they say i appear inebriated when sober...sometimes i feel we can never win!...pass me the poison, please;)

for those who may not have read it earlier on the I-log will share two more:

with abandon none

have a life
one life
to live or waste
is all mine
to live or waste
to while or love
one life

all mine

all counsel aside
will live
like always have