When I Sleep

My grandmother taught me a lot of things and amongst them was the idea of dream interpretation. I must confess that I was (and still am) skeptical about dream interpretation but I do admit it has been of use in my life. It was always kind of fun to look up a symbol from books such as The Interpretation of Dreams, Tabeer-ar-Royaa or even Kashaf-ul-majoob and connect them to the dates of the moon and other planets to see their influence.

Yes, before the naysayers crucify me with citations from research papers saying dreams have no valid interpretation etc. etc. let me assure them that I take a scientific perspective on dreams. As for their esoteric interpretation and symbolic/psychological value; I freely admit that such ideas are closer to art than an exacting science. On the notion of dreams, a poor ghazal came to mind.

تیرا خیال مجھے لے جاتا خواب میں

لوگ کہتے میں چلتا پھرتا خواب میں

Your thoughts

Take me to dreams

People say

I am always in a dreamworld

 

ہوا تھا پھر ان سے ملنا خواب میں

کاش کے میں سدا رہتا خواب میں

And I met her in a dream

I wish I could

Stay there

Forever

 

اس کی بات سے آگے چلوں کیسے؟

دن کا بھولا ہوا پھر آتا خواب میں

And how do I forget her?

I may make myself busy

During the day

Yet at night I always dream of her

 

سوتے ہوۓ بھی مجمعے کا سامنا

یا رب کبھی تو ہو سناٹا خواب میں

And sometimes in my dreams

I face down armies

Of warriors

Even there I find no silence

 

دن میں تو دست با کار و دل با یار

رات حشر ہوتا ہے برپا خواب میں

During the day

My hands are at work

My heart leans towards my lover

At night there is madness in my dreams

 

عجب  روپ بدلتا ہے  دن و رات میں

جو دن میں رلاتا وہ ہنساتا خواب میں

And there is such a contrast between

His night and day

He makes me cry during the day

And tickles me to laughter at night

 

حرفِ اولین  سنے  ہم نے وقتِ فجر

کون کہتا یہ اقوالِ عمدہ خواب میں

I heard the first words

At the first dawn

Who said

Those beautiful words

 

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5 responses to “When I Sleep

  1. fromartsbluemouth

    dreams r probably the run-away bride of our mind! ..the backdoor..tvlounge..exit..escape..flight..corridor..bridge..ladder..stairway..swing..

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    • Or to paraphrase Freud, The golden road to the subconscious… 😉 I do wonder though what dreams are to come more so than the dreams that we’ve had…

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      • fromartsbluemouth

        the golden road …that keeps us wondering … which may mean that we are most unknown to our own selves ..:)!

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      • Indeed… as Iqbal said… Iqbal bhi Iqbal say agah nahi Hay/ Kuch iss mein tamaskhar Wallah Nahin Hai. i.e.
        Even I do not know myself… I swear I do not say it in jest… 🙂

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      • fromartsbluemouth

        we were just discussing this !!! indeed!!!

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