Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhaane ke liye aa..
(Let it be anguish, even to torture my heart, come)
Aa phir se Mujhe chor ke jaane ke liye aa...
(Come even if only to abandon me to torment again.)
I have been listening to this gazal since morning. Faraz Sahab’s writing is on my lips every time. I am always murmuring, “ek umr se hun lazzat-e-giryaa se bhi mehruum
(too long have I been deprived of the pathos of longing)
aye raahat-e-jaan mujh ko rulaane ke liye aa...”(come my love, if only to make me weep again)
My wine glass is still full. It seems as if It hasn’t been even close to my lips. But, all the glasses have been in pieces on the floor. For when I am holding a glass, I can only see his reflection. I throw the wine glass away and it breaks into pieces just the way my heart has been. Yes, he did this to me!
Can you believe he did this to me? “Asha, Can you believe he did this to me?”
“You need to calm down first.”
Okay?? Just breathe. She says.
Look Aditi, I know you loved him deeply and you gave him all you could... But, believe me you will be fine. It just takes time. I am here. I am here to listen as a therapist and a friend. I am always there for you, Aditi.
To be continued...
Written by Dark Poet.