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 Well,so after a long hiatus--it seems I am back.

Life is a funny thing:lot of twists and turns and pitfalls. Since the last post,have learned a lot about Life,Love and Goals. Did a couple of Internships,learnt Engineering wasn't my cuppa tea..and guess what,weathering a pandemic!

This post comes at a time of despair all around. I'm the ever optimist,and I believe "If you're going through hell,keep going". Hope Humanity resumes it's usual path of life,and this pandemic gets to an end soon.

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Adieu! 

||How do you lose somebody?||

There are times when you would want to reach out but an unknown barrier prevents you from doing so.

Those were the days when you were really close.Secrets could be safely spilled and kept at the drop of a hat.

Yet,somewhere;somehow you both diverged.

You can never really pinpoint when it happened and never can you do so.It just doesn't happen that one fine morning you simply wake up and find that the other person has moved on.
No,it just doesn't happen.

Everything comes in steps. From being Strangers, to Acquaintances and to again Strangers-everything comes in a full cycle.

Did you ever read a book which left you with more Questions than Answers?

That's what happens here too.There are some questions which just can never be answered perfectly-one can just speculate.It's this speculation that keeps us going.
Just like you put some word in a forgotten corner of your memory,some of your belongings in the corner of your attic-In the same way that person is "lost",though somehow you're no longer your previous self.

A part of you has forever changed and you've lost that part.
That very loss will be your gain.
Yours,The Incipient Idealist

Uttor(The Answer):Shamsur Rehman

Shamsur Rehman was a Bangladeshi Poet who wrote primarily in Bengali.Known for his progressive verse,he created quite a stir in both the 'Bengals'.

His poem উওর('The Answer'),is a beautiful tribute to Love.
This poem was adapted by James,the famous Bangladeshi Rock Singer in his song Ami Taray Taray Rotiye Debo.
Here's the legendary poem:

তুমি হে সুন্দরীতমা নীলিমার দিকে তাকিয়ে বলতেই পারো
‘এই আকাশ আমার’
কিন্তু নীল আকাশ কোনো উত্তর দেবেনা।

সন্ধ্যেবেলা ক্যামেলিয়া হাতে নিয়ে বলতেই পারো,
‘ফুল তুই আমার’
তবু ফুল থাকবে নীরব নিজের সৌরভে আচ্ছন্ন হয়ে।

জ্যোত্স্না লুটিয়ে পড়লে তোমার ঘরে,
তোমার বলার অধিকার আছে, ‘এ জ্যোত্স্না আমার’
কিন্তু চাঁদিনী থাকবে নিরুত্তর।

মানুষ আমি, আমার চোখে চোখ রেখে
যদি বলো, ‘তুমি একান্ত আমার’, কী করে থাকবো নির্বাক ?
তারায় তারায় রটিয়ে দেবো, ‘আমি তোমার, তুমি আমার’।

The Time that'll matter..

It'll be a lonely night.
One where you would be wide awake at 3:00 a.m.,still musing over the fact that what could've and what couldn't have been.
You'll feel like crying your heart out-to the person who mattered the most.But,all is lost.
Distances have grown us apart.We are so close,yet so far.Earlier the name which used sound like a thousand melodies in your mind;now sounds like a dull note.The contact which remained pinned on your Chatbox,lies relegated somewhere.Every song,every call you made,every quote you shared-shears you apart.You break into a volley of tears.The vow you made to yourself,never to get emotional again;is thus sadly broken.
You'll again try to pick up the broken pieces but you'll find,in the midst of all this you've certainly lost a part;or two.
You'll realize that there's nothing much you can do.Moving on is just a phase of life.Maybe you two weren't fated to be together.Maybe you two would eventually break apart.So would people say.
But,memories of that first meet would still haunt you.Yes,she was Simple,and that simplicity stole your heart.Little would you know that she had other plans,where you didn't feature.
Yes,Moving On is tough my friend. It hurts to let someone go,especially when you haven't even confessed the thousand thoughts which are there in your heart.
But trust me,that pain shall too pass.It'll be the 'Time' that'll matter. If you loved her truly, let her go,you'll realise the true depth of your love for her..
   

When I have fears...

"When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,"

John Keats has spelled wonder in this 14 line poem like no other poet could do.
Fear is an important part of our lives,and more often than not;it's our fears which sometimes bring out the  best in us.But,it's also true that our very fears sometimes incapacitate us in the worst possible way.

Everyone has his/her own share of fears-death,losing someone whom you love,becoming poor and fear of getting rejected are all but true.

I like all mortals,am morbidly feaful from my fears,that I shall fail,or rather get rejected before I start.That I shall be doomed from day one.And none could summarize it far better than Keats himself:

"When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;"

I'm quite fearful of the fact that thousand words of mine shall remain trapped with me,thousands of letters unwritten and thousands of regrets dying within me everyday.

But,we all do grow up,don't we?and somewhere a hope still remains within us,that inspite of our fears of being doomed,there might be a slim chance that we might struck gold after all.

I really don't know whether my ideas shall ever be met with concrete actions or whether the long unsaid words would finally escape my lips,but as I said-we all need to take the plunge.

Thanks for patiently reading the midnight babblings of a person,who's too tired to face life..

Couplets Close to my Heart

Urdu is a language known for it's softness and poetic verses.
Here is a collection of my favourite Urdu Couplets.
Rest assured there'll be part 2 or maybe three of this post!
Soak yourself in the mellifluous urdu language!

Dhoop mein niklo ghataaon mein naha kar dekho. Zindagi kya hai, kitaabon ko hata kar dekho. 
-Nida Fazli
Translation- Walk in the sun, and bathe in the rivers. Throw aside your books, and see the beautiful scenery that life is.

Ab ke hum bichade toh shayad kabhi khwaabon mein milein, jis tarah sookhe huye phool kitaabon me milein. 
-Ahmad Faraz
Translation- If we part this time, we may meet in our dreams, like the dried flowers found between the books.

Saahil ke sukoon se kise inkaar hai lekin, toofaan se ladne mein maza hi kuch aur hai. 
-Ale Ahmad Suroor
Translation- Everyone loves the peace of coasts, but there is some unexplainable fun in fighting the storms.

Jo log maut ko zalim karaar dete hain, khuda milaaye unhe zindagi ke maaron se. -Unknown
Translation- Those who blame death for being unjust haven't experienced the misery that life is.

Main akela hi chala tha janib-e-manzil magar log saath aate gaye aur kaarvan banta gaya.
-Majhrooh Sultanpuri
Translation- I started the journey towards my destiny alone but then the people started accompanying and it turned into a caravan.

Hua hai tujh se bichadne ke baad ye maaloom, ki tu nahin thi, tere saath ek duniya thi. 
-Ahmad Faraz
Translation- It was after you left I realised that it wasn't just you, but a whole world within you.

Khuda ki itni badi kaainaat mein maine, bas ek shakhs ko maanga, mujhe wahi na mila. 
-Bashir Badr
Translation- In this vast world full of people, I asked God only for one of them, but he took him/her away from me.

Dil bhi pagal hai ki uss shakhs se wabasta hai, jo kisi aur ka na hone de na apna rakhe.
-Ahmad Faraz
Translation- The heart is so stupid that it is attached to someone who neither allows me to love others nor does he love me.

Shaakhon se toot jaaein woh pattey nahi hain hum, aandhi se koi keh de ki aukaat mein rahe.
-Rahat Indori
Translation- It isn't easy to separate the leaves that we are from its branch, ask the storm to not cross its limit.

Samaan bandh liya hai maine apna ghaalib, ab batao kahan rehte hain wo log jo kahin ke nahin rehte.
-Unknown
Translation- I have packed my bag O'Ghalib, now tell me where do the ones who never stay faithful to others stay?

Winter is here

And thus December has rolled in..
Winter's here..
Winter conjures up different emotions in different people.While some see winter as an enjoyable affair(with picnics and fairs;with the mesmerizing taste of oranges)others,including poets take a less sombre view..
Poets have a habit of perceiving things minutely and attaching a significant amount of personification to it.Thus,winter is personified to something withering away,to the cold sweep of the frost which'll disrupt life wherever be it's path.
But,I would differ a bit from that.My take on Winter would be inspired from T.S.Eliot's "The Waste Land", where he writes:
"Winter kept us warm,
Covering the earth in forgetful snow"
Thus,a particular warmth winter has.This warmth is the warmth of forgetfulness,the warmth even associated with coldness,this warmth comes bundled with the joy of the season..

Seasons greetings to all!
Peace!