it would flower in an easy smile,
and you could see it and read it
in a moment.
If it were merely a pain, it would melt in
liquid tears, reflecting
its inmost secret without a word.
But it is love my beloved,
its pleasure and pain are boundless,
and endless its wants and wealth.
It is as near to you as your life,
but you can never wholly know it.
A very beautiful post very sufiana..a masterstroke.I tend to agree with you.
Here what you are talking as identity is infact pehchaan, recognition which needs to be refuted.I feel both jodha and jalal have already merged their identities. .Jodha cooks food for him, his choice..jalal says I will eat with you what you will eat.Jalal prays to kanhaji while jodha prays at ajmer ..they see their love in God.Jodha bows his head before kali maa because jodha said it jodha bows down before maulwis because jalals identity was at stake.I can cite many more...merger of identitiesThey are now yearning for their existence astitva...identity as a emperor or as a queen or princess is now not a matter.Jalal was hurt because jodha hiding things from him...he screamed yelled because another man how can he be so important to jodha. ..what is he in jodhas life, he doesn't want to be a kartavya...he wants to be loved damnit..not to be worshipped.Similarly jodha is asking for her existence in jalals life..what is her astitva..she wants to be loved now and have an exclusive place in his life.This happens only when there is a deep love and possessiveness because the lover thinks he's indispensable and inseperable from counterpart...Will quote or I'm borrowing the attitude of John Donne in his A Valediction..where he views physical seperation would not reduce the passion of love when two souls are united the love is like gold ever shining.the beloveds souls are like compass joined at the centre..ultimately the wandering soul will return to his love ..So when jodha meets jalal..it will be likeLet us melt, and make no noise,No tear floods nor sigh tempests moveTwere proclamation of our joyesTo tell the layetie our love.
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