rozaiba and drumz

Warning: long post

rozaiba

'Bus vaikhee Ja!'

jub kashti saabit o saalim thee saahil ki tamanna kis ko thee
as aisis shikaasta kashti main saahil ki tamanna kaun karay


DRUMZ:

"A good poem is a journey to self, a bad one merely leads us to appreciate the cognitive processes the poet went through. (internal vs eternal)"
a poem could be both…

a poem that strikes a chord with the reader is one where the personal experience/s of the poet resonate with those of the reader...in this cyber medium (or on the printed page) words reverberate thoughts and feelings...in themselves words are nothing but nuts and bolts...it is with their selection and arrangement that the poet attempts to convey the thoughts and feelings...and on those rare occasions when s/he succeeds in conveying it …when the readers feels the pulse and thoughts...then that poem works for both of them...

...otherwise the effort is wasted...however...\for every one poem that resonates...there are thousands that do not…agree with you there...

Saminasha:

What are you hoping to acheive in this piece?
How do you see the abstractness working in here?
What do you want to reader to take away from this?

some of it is covered in the preceding reply to drumz…and some in the following reply…...


if the imagery and words used in this poem did not convey my feelings then i take full responsibility...let me take a moment and try to redeem…

...hopefully...it is clear that this is a lament of shikwa...zamanay say, khuda say, halaat say...when all efforts come to naught...dead end...when one cannot do anything more to alleviate the sense of impending doom...

sailing anchorless
pier to pier
shoulder to shoulder
smile to smile

ships do have anchors...for sailing the waters they need sails or engine power: for steering the course rudder: and for stopping or parking other than at a pier they have to use anchors...as in life's journey...the daily grind does stop at dusk to begin again at dawn...

in smoke filled rooms
and open skies
navigating help
non existential

...mentioned zindagi ka safar...the daily grind...in this journey how do we take measure of progress?...what distance have we covered?...we need markers around us to navigate...to measure distance covered...or yet to be covered...think of yourself in a plane (open skies), or a submarine (smoke filled rooms has a social set up allegory in-built) or in your own home blindfolded...if you cannot see any markers or landmarks or milestones you will have a tough time walking, navigating, traveling and arriving at your chosen destination...hence the despair highlighted...and the inability to ascertain our exact position at a given time in this journey...

...what part of this the poet attributes to his sealed lips and his blocked hearing and to others sealed lips and blocked hearing is left at the discretion of the individual reader's perception and experience (this for you also dost-mittar)