After more than a month of absence, I return to writing. Although I am quite sure a few of my friends would wish that I would stop torturing the world with this drivel, apparently I have to just admit that I am addicted to writing and should get on with it. I must confess that I have been both terribly busy and terribly distracted by all that I have pushed myself into but I will try to make at least one post a week while working on a number of other projects in the real world. I find myself between two conflicting desires i.e. to find time to reflect on my own and to find time to spend with those who are dear to me. On the subject of conflicting desires I present this poor ghazal.
تیری رضا تو ہے، میری رضا نہیں
اکیلے رونے کا، کوئی مزہ نہیں
کن لوگوں سے دل ملاتے ہو؟
اس خیر کاری کی، کوئی جزا نہیں
انکو دیکھتا ہوں، یہی سوچتا ہوں
جرمِ بیوفائی کی، کوئی سزا نہیں
کیسے جاؤں میں؟ درِ رحمت پے
کے نمازِ عشق کی، کوئی قضا نہیں
یہ تم نے کیا کہا؟ استاد مر گیا؟
روزِ حیات ہے خیر سے، شبِ نزاع نہیں
Although you may wish it
I certainly do not
And this conflict
Has left me weeping alone
Yet we are drawn to others
With conflicting desires
It is a goodly cause
Without reward
So when I look upon them
I am led to wonder
Is there a punishment
For being faithless?
I dare not go
To the door of mercy
Vespers once missed
Can not be atoned for
And now you tell me
That he has died
How? Its a day full of life
Not the evening of death