Mukhi's heart gears up with heaviness unknowing discomfort wells up ... and he realizes that its her dairy. He locks himself in the room to read his gaurani's pain ...
The page he opens is 5 years back - Mukhiji mujhe pata hai ...apne socha ki mein apse pyar nahi karti ...aur mein dabav mein aka apse rishta eh sab... sach mein mukhiji?
Agar zindagi mein apse pyar karna gunah he toh gunah hi sahi mujhe eh gunah apne jaan se bhi apne zindagi se bhi pyari hai
The sin :
I sinned, a sin all filled with pleasure
wrapped in an embraced, warm and fiery
I sinned in a pair of arms
that were vibrant, virile, violent.
In that dim and quiet place of seclusion
I looked into his eyes brimming with mystery
my heart throbbed in my chest all too excited
by the desire glowing in his eyes.
In that dim and quiet place of seclusion
as I sat next to him all scattered inside
his lips poured lust on my lips
and I left behind the sorrows of my heart.
I whispered in his ear these words of love:
"I want you, mate of my soul
I want you, life-giving embrace
I want you, lover gone mad
Desire surged in his eyes
red wine swirled in the cup
my body surfed all over his
in the softness of the downy bed.
I sinned, a sin all filled with pleasure
next to a body now limp and languid
I know not what I did, God
in that dim and quiet place of seclusion.
Its my favorite piece of work by a persian poet Forugh Farrokhzad
Aaaj na mein sonography ke liye ja rahi hu... aapki bohot yaad aarhai hai ...kash aaj is pal ap mere saath hote...kaaash mein bistar pe aapki jegah kabzah karke so pati ..kash aap phir se mujhe jagate apne hathose chai banake ... aru aru- uto ...
chammo se mujhe darate... aap kyu mujhe door kardiya khud se .. mujhe pata ha aapko laga ki aap mere liye bojh ha zindagi mein aur apko laga mein kisi aur se pyar ...
Mein mar bhi jau na toh bhi aapke ek pukar ke liye tarsungi mukhi ji
Mujhe gussa hai ap pe na .. ki mein ap ullu ke patte ho ... dufford ho aap
mein kabhi maaf nahi karungi aapko
kabhi bhi apko apne kareeb ane dungi ...apne mujhe jee te jee mardiya ...
pata hai ki aap itna sakti se peshayehte lekin ap andar se hazar mauth marte honge ... akelepan ... dard baatne keliyekoi bhi nahi honge ...sanvi di to abhi se chaligayi shadi ke baad ...
mujhe aapke sparsh chahiye wo sparsh jiske mehak se meri rom rom khiil utti hai..
woh sparsh jis ki garmi mein mein apne is sukhe jameen ko tandak mehsoos kar saku ...
aapke sparsh humare bacha mehsoos kare...
Mukhiji ...agar mujhe kabhi bhi dam todne ki waqt aye toh sirf apke ankhonme phirse woh pyar dekh pau...
Apke har decision ko respect kiya maine ..apke iss ilzam ko bhi respect ki hai isiliye mein root bhi gayi...
agar aap khud ayenge mere paasss tab batkarungi tab sach bolungi mein ... tab taq aap ne j osaza denge woh sar aankho pe rakhungi tadpungi taki apko pata chale ki mein sirf apkithi apki hu aur humesha aapki hi rahungi ... aur ek din
My death will come someday to me
One day in spring, bright and lovely
One winter day, dusty, distant
One empty autumn day, devoid of joy.
My death will come someday to me
One bittersweet day, like all my days
One hollow day like the one past
Shadow of today or of tomorrow.
My eyes tune to half dark hallways
My cheeks resemble cold, pale marble
Suddenly sleep creeps over me
I become empty of all painful cries.
Slowly my hands slide o'er my notes
Delivered from poetry's spell,
I recall that once in my hands
I held the flaming blood of poetry.
The earth invites me into its arms,
Folks gather to entomb me there
Perhaps at midnight my lovers
Place above me wreaths of many roses.
- Forugh Farrokhzad (credit ) Personally my heart tears up with these poems yet i love them ..friends. ..
To be continued in a while
Dear friends, please care to share your views... i know its going in hardway but the harder the path the brighter the destiny.
Love
AD
