i spoke about this in one of my earlier posts - "Two For Sorrow..." - about the eternal rewards sorrow brings. I'm living that truth now, and I'm glad to see I can practise what I preach! :)
The piece was originally titled "Dissolve", but I felt it was too weak to describe something so rich. "Fanaa" is an Urdu word - rich, intense and multilayered - which essentially describes that state of completely dissolving yourself in your beloved and becoming her/his soulmate.
This is all about the rewards and perils of unconditional love.
Aman.
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"FANAA"
(Dissolve)
copyright : Aman V. , 2009
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The joyful cadenzas have flown away
Soaring above unseen skies;
Molten mornings, to cinders burnt,
The Night, softly wailing ... dies.
No more the sweet, resonant strains
Of Laughter's delighted herd;
The merry notes so swiftly slain,
Of what use, the soulless word?
Now all your sorrows turn to gold
The foggy nights are gone;
You flail against this loveworn cloak,
And seek another dawn.
You found your freedom burning cold
Deep within the hurting Sea;
You flew to meet the soul inside,
Yet found your Self in me.
Those lovesong eyes, fading, haunt!
And between the silence and the screams;
In honeyed voices, they tease, they taunt,
The tatters of my dreams.
The mountains, ablaze with the tears
Of a thousand shattered suns;
Under the pinescents of my fears,
Love, broken, still burns...
Beneath the crush and clench of light
My dreams have blended with their doom;
A hopeless magic still lingers the night,
And departing, sheds perfume.
Blessed the heart that dances free,
Free from rancour, grudge or gloom;
My soul leavened by her love,
In agony I shall bloom.
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I'm just speechless that this piece moved you this way. Everything you ever write always moves me in such mysterious ways, so this is good! hehehe
Thanks, my dear and special friend ... your appreciation of my writing is like manna - both uplifts and grounds me, and I don't know how you do it, either.
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I've been completely blown away by your fulsome praise, and by how obviously and deeply moved you've been. When I shared the poem with you, first, I truly thought, as with everything else that I write, that you'd probably be laughing your head off at the mediocrity of the thoughts or the writing.... so you can imagine my utter delight and awe at the effect it has actually had on you.
Your words here have brought their own special brand of healing. I don't have the words even today to thank you, except - thanks, for everything. And yes, that is something I think I know about - being a true friend. :)
The quality and spirit of things has always been more important to me than any label the world chooses to attach to human interaction. So much magic, such divine laughter and song - how can I fritter all that away , all for the sake of a four-letter word, eh?!!! :)) You know which one, don't you?!!! :)
Thanks so very much for the praise - it is absolutely incredible , still, that you feel so about such a humble piece of writing!
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You are mentioned there - honorably, I might add. heheheh A big hug for you.
Thanks for floating by downstream ....and for leaving this lovely fern of a comment....
Your poem, for the most part, like most good sufi poetry, can actually be read either way.
First and foremost, an apology from the depths of my heart for keeping this reply floating, unanchored for so long. I can only offer Life in my defence.
I read your stunning, beautiful comment the day it came in. Even after a couple of months have flown by, it still emits the same warmth and wisdom as when I first read it.
Shukriya, biradar. Aap andaaza nahin lagaa saktay ki yeh comment kay zariye, aapnay hamaray dil ko kitna sukoon, kaisi gair-mamooli khushi pahunchayee hai!
You know what's the most beautiful gift this poem has brought me - even more beautiful than these precious comments to it, Abu? It's the fact that this poem just wrote itself - I was never trying to achieve the quintessential Sufi quality that you so correctly pointed out , in my poem.
In that sense, your sentiments have been a beautiful, resounding vindication of the way I've lived my life and the man I am inside. My friends keep pointing out this quality they notice in me from time to time - the sate of baquaa, the source of which they are unable to fathom.
I sense I'm close to it, if their remarks and your comment here is any indication.
And for that alone, this poem has been the most rewarding one of my life, ever - for the reactions to it have illuminated my inner world from deep within and increased my confidence and trust in the man I am today.
Thank you, Jenny. "Thank you" seems too impoverished a word for such a transforming gift, but you are truly a flame.
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Coming from a sensitive writer and lady like you, that's a precious compliment indeed! I'll cherish it forever - and so so, so sorry for coming so late to the comments-party here, my friend! Hugs.
I apologise from the depths of my heart for this infinitely delyed reply - but certain stages of Life take more out of you than others , and my own demons have been far stronger the past few months than in recent years. I hope you'll understand ... and forgive me.
Thanks for the wonderful compliment - I'm thrilled a poetess like you loved my writing! Hugs to you, my sweet friend!
I've noticed your "Trivia" series of posts come in, in my feed from yesterday. I'll stop by your pages soon, I promise - one of them in particular caught my eye...
Hugs.
Thank you, thank you, my dear new friend, for the beautiful garland of comments you've left on my humble writings in the near past. As you can see, I'm finally beginning to make my way to your comments, and trying to be as spontaneous and heartfelt as your words!:)
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Pathos has a beauty all its own, doesn't it, if only we are alive to it! I'm thrilled you felt my words captured that inherent beauty in all sadness.
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Did you notice I've finally spelt your name right, not once but twice?!!! All thanks to your comment! hehheh
I am happy to have found this bond in such an unusual manner and hope to read more of your beautiful words in the coming days. Pathos does have a beauty all of its own and to be open and receptive to it is a wonderful thing.
Thank you for the evening smile. It is much appreciated.
That a writer and thinker of your calibre could find anything I wrote haunting and beautiful! It feels so wonderful.
That comment-closer is memorable. As for the "invincible spirit", it is, once again, another priceless gift from my incredible Mom.
Thank you for reading and for this treasured comment, my friend! I'll come by your pages soon, I promise. I love your writings.