Ek Muddat Se Tirī Yaad Bhī Aa.ī Na Hameñ,

As I pray I am afraid that death should not befall / While I do remember God, he should not recall

(rehta hai ibadat mein hame maut ka khatka/hum yaad-e-khuda karte hai, karle na khuda yaad)

“Ek Arzoo”

A longing

duniyā kī mahfiloñ se uktā gayā huuñ yā rab! kyā luft anjuman kā jab dil hī bujh gayā ho.

O Lord! I have become weary of human assemblages! // When the heart is sad, no pleasure in assemblages can there be.

shorish se bhāgtā huuñ dil DhūñDtā hai merā aisā sukūt jis par taqrīr bhī fidā ho.

I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires // The silence which speech may ardently love!

(Bang-e-Dra-019) Aik Arzoo - ایک آرزو Allama Muhammad Iqbal.

I wrote something.

And made my friend sing it.

And well, here it is.

The lyrics go:

Akhan mila ke akhan us da bana de mainu

Make our eyes meet, and make me hers

Khud nu zameen te te usnu arshan te rakha

I promise i'll be on the ground and keep her in the sky

Usnu meri jaan te usda bana de mainu

Make her my life my soul and make me her's

Nahi kuch karna te likhna sikhade mainu

And if you won't do anything, then just make me a poet

Mannya mai mainu eh mohabbatan da vall ni

I know, i'm not "experienced" and an "expert" in love

Meriyan ibadatan di usnu khabar ni

But she doesn't know or understand my devotion

Sidhi jahi gall e rabba os da bana de mainu

Look, God, I'm telling you, just make me her's.

Nahi kuch karna te likhna sikhade

And if you can't just make me a poet, then.

Ab to ummeed hi nahi hai usko ru-ba-ru dekhne ki,

Bas ek khwab mein mulaqat ho jaye, to zarurat nahi rahegi marne ki

Tumhein jab ru-ba-ru dekha karenge, ye socha hai bohot socha karenge.

Whenever I’ll get to see you face to face, I think I will think a lot.

— Mohsin Naqvi

Vincent van Gogh - The Mulberry Tree (1889)

- on siblings

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Appendix: Hope and the Absurd in the Work of Franz Kafka from The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays, Albert Camus

I'm too lonely for that.

Need that heavy rain sound type of night

Chalte rahenge kafilein mere bagair bhi yaha,

ek sitara toot jaane se falak tanha nhi hota!

They'll keep moving ahead even without me,

sky will not be alone if one star would fall...