The poetry by Viaan is not just a poem of his love or his realization, it’s one of his journey of love through hope and forgiveness.
One that begins with the present - the resonance of what is there ..the meter ends with the word hai - which means it exists, it’s there..and those lines that end with “hai” is of the evening into the night, the night that continues to scare him and remind him…the night “hai” ..
Ae Shaam yeh teri beimaani hai
Tere aate hi jaane ki manmaani hai
Tu uski yaad leke aati hai
Aur Mujhe, raat ke havale kar jaati hai
Raat se darr lagta hai
Uski baat se darr lagta hai
Ae shaam Tu thode jo baar baar uss
Aietbaar se darr lagta hai..
The hai denotes the truth, the existential angst of every trust that he has broken within himself. And his fear of her…her being, her words…
But then Viaan moves from this hai to another parallel hai within the pink evening… there is another hai…which is not as dark…but has hues within it….which was brought today…this also exists…here he talks of the night that the day brought him…one that is letting him search,,,for light within..because it was unable to find that fear from before.
Surkh Shaam ki andheri raat aaj bhi aayi hai
Lekin aaj - aaj voh mere darr ko dhund nahi payi hai
And just like that his poetry takes a turn from hai to “thaa”…what was to what used to be….all it needed was a small flicker of light..of hope..of a firefly within that night …
Sach kahun - raaton ko mai andheron se pehchanta thaa
Jab tak mai jugnon ko nahi jaanta thaa
And from what used to be …he now thinks of what can be…. From thaaa to hongey…..all it took was a flicker…
Ek jugnu dikha hai tou aur bhi hotey hongey
Phir jaadu bhi hota hoga, Chirago mei Jin hotey hongey
Dariya aur sapney bhi pure hotey hongey
Har raat Ek Chand mere liye chamakta hoga
Chandni mere farishton ke farman barasta hoga
And then…love….becomes a possibility….a real possibility…..
Aur phir..
Aur phir pyaar bhi hota hoga
Hota hoga Lekin kya hota hoga
How does this possibility play out..what are all the possibilities within that one hota hoga…
Andhere mei roshni ka aana
ya March ki garmi mei Kuch sochke kapkapana
Chaddar mei muh chipaana
Bistar se uth na paana
Mann ki mej par bhaitkar
Usse ghanto batiyana
Chatpatana, muskurana
Apne ho baalon ko sehlana
Buss uski yaadon mei khotey chale jaana
Buss khotey chale jaana
And now he knows he is at the point of no return, because the very thing he feared, her words, her being, her looks, her smile..brings a different hope…and all of it makes his existence worth it..
Haan pyaar tou hai,
Voh mujhse baat karti hai
Yeh kehke khaas karti hai
Voh Haske dheere se khusiyaar karti hai
Voh dekhti hai meri aur surkh mere halaat karti hai
Mujhe lagta hai ke
main hun
Kyunki
Abb voh mujhse baat karti hai…
She talks to me…hence…she is closer to forgiving me…and that’s when my angst will end..and my love shall remain…