صریرِ خامہ نواِ سروش ہے
It is an interesting concept. The meaning of the quote, for those who do not know, is simply that the scribbling of the pen on paper i.e. the noise from the scratching made by the pen on paper is the voice of angels i.e. the voice of heaven. Written by Ghalib, the idea is quite fascinating since it gives a rather divine aspect to Ghalib’s words while keeping it within the realms of inspiration. Poetic inspiration for Ghalib seems to come from heaven itself. Which in many ways is true for a lot of poets. When one sees the words they have written and the meanings they have hidden in their words, it is easy to see the fingerprints of god on their words or at least their minds.
Of course, I do not claim to have any such pretensions. On the contrary, I believe that inspiration can come from quite literally anything. A good verse in a book, film, or a TV show can be as inspirational as the Himalayas. It is simply up to the mind of the audience to be inspired by it. I do not put much value in my words (except with poetic license and to follow poetic traditions) but I do feel that my words are somewhat dear to me. Luckily, we live in a world where we have the freedom to disagree with each other therefore feel quite free to mercilessly comment and recommend changes wherever you think necessary. If you like something I have written, please let me know but more importantly let me know if you disliked something.
In essence, this blog is being used as a crowd-sourcing tool for refining my own thoughts and editing poetry. Great poets of the late Mughal era in India used to find teachers and guides for editing and correcting their works. Lacking the skills to build a time machine and continually unable to find the courage to present my works to an actual poet, I present them to you with a veil of anonymity offered by the Internet. I am not pretending to be Iqbal, Faiz, Haali, Meer, Zouq, Shakeel, Faani, Faraz or Shaakir. Simply a poet (if I dare call myself that) who needs your help.