My love for metaphors!

Metaphors are absolutely handsome. If given a chance and slightly heavier brains, I’d rather express in metaphors than talk like an android.

 Metaphors express so explicitly and beautifully, what we feel. They are like a verbal statue carved with utmost perfection and studded with the choosiest and the rarest of jewels, painted with deepest of colors ever present on mother earth to give a result of absolute marvel. 

You are in pain, you are in love, you are very happy, you are cheated upon, anything, JUST ANYTHING can be expressed in absolute perfection. 

Since this post is about metaphors, I want to share some of my favorites; some funny, some insanely deep, created by me, and picked up from various gazhals which I keep on hearing like an addict. They are obviously my interpretations and they might be not so precise...

First is from 1 of my favourite Jagjit Singh gazhals “Mujse bichad k” which goes like: 

 “Mujko sham bata deti hai, tum kaise kapde pehne ho” 

How stunningly and nonchalantly has the writer claimed of how well he knows his muse. He uses “kapde” (clothes) as a metaphor for her mood saying that the weather tells him about her mood, possibly also meaning that the weather changes with her moods telling her that she has such a strong aura around her. 

Second one is from a Ghulam Ali gazhal “Itni muddat baad” which says:

“Tez hawa ne mujhse poocha ret pe kya likhte rehte ho…”

The way he has very beautifully compared “tez hawa” (strong wind) with those strangers who have very bleak interaction with him and “mujse poocha ret pe kya likhte rehte ho” suggesting that these strangers pass by taunting at me telling me where do I really waste so much of my time. What is most beautiful here is how instead of just “hawa” “tez hawa” is used here to make it more impactful. 

Third is again from a jagjit singh gazhal “aadmi aadmi ko kya dega” which quotes:

“Mera kaatil hi mera munsif hai, kya mere haq main faisla dega”

This is the most beautiful one if u compares it with real life situations. It says “the person who judges me is the one who is/can be my murderer. Will his decision be in my favor?” 

I can go on and on about my favorite metaphors from my amazing collection of gazhals and sufi kalaams (Seriously! Vanity no apologies! :D) but this should be ended here..readers (if any :P) can post some they love! :)  

A DIVINE INTERVENTION!

Last night there was a loud knock on my dream doors

While I was in a flurry of heavy snores 

Standing in the front was something bizarre

Beaming such strong light, it looked like a huge star

There came in the lord and gave me a dirty stare

Bombarded with confusion I was in full glare

 Red in anger, he looked like loaded with a complaint

In fear of the extraordinary, I looked like I was about to faint 

With piercing light as his wings he sat on the couch and I ran to press his feet

His anger surfaced and he became serene hence calling defeat 

He took my hands in his with the greatest love and affection

Assured me that all my problems had solutions 

Heart he said I had of gold

But anger always gave it a mold

He looked at me and asked me “what all is this?”

“How can u spoil everything u wish?”

He made me sit with him like his best buddy

Threw light on the patch of life which was really gooey and muddy 

He told me that I had the greatest power i.e. the strength to care

To have command you do not always have to be the mayor

He nudged me to go to you and ask you why is it so wrong if all we did was right?

Why were we never a team but always indulged in a fight?

Let’s be like we were again considering the lord’s order

For ours is right at the death border

We both were hurt and we both cared

We always came back to each other after each fight we shared

The void u made is still guarded

You just have to step in and the first rank will be again awarded 

Never did I make a friend like you

Never ever will I further want to 

I know I lost that position from your life

But I could always give it a strong fight

I can’t live with guilt of not trying

And I have to stop my excessive emotions from this torturous frying 

It still hurts to be away

Just a second’s contact from you makes me sway 

I can’t live anymore in puzzles

For if a team we completely dazzle

If this is climbing everest

Let’s try and give our best 

I can ignore u like I did all this while

But then how will it spice up my bland life? 

I am happy but still sad

For after addiction to good there was disastrous bad 

If this feels silly let it go

If it makes sense open up in front of me like you were before...

My first poem- 23 feb,2009

My first poem, put together for someone very close then , now edited and filled with some new lines.

While the person remains to be the same for me , I’ve lost that rank from their life. Must be mushy, lame, dumb for many but it has been my life from how i remember it to be...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PmlBpGF2VKs

I hate the way you get angry, I hate the way you fight
I hate you when you don't have time to talk to me at night
I hate it when you're not there
When you don't even have a minute to spare
I hate it when green turns gray
Makes me feel you're really away
I hate it when I make you upset
The time when I really regret

But..

I love the way you make up for fights
When you actually try to stay up late nights
Love it when you ask for advice
Although it has just happened once or twice
Love the way you care and melt my heart by your actions
A time when you don't get hurt by any of my reactions
Love the way you listen to my non sense and not say a word against it
Love it when you criticize when you actually praise
Love it sometimes when you order
I love loads and I hate loads
It's just that I can't put it to words

I am clingy, I am annoying, I am moody and certainly a bland brain

I am a fool, I am a stupid, I am the worst one

But I am still the same, still stuck in this odiously intense love hate game

I do not know how to kill that in me while u have totally broken free

I care, I cry and I die for the void that seems permanent

I smile, I laugh and I beam when I think about the past times

When people move on and get new people around

I try and stay away from whoever tries to enter my emotional ground

I fear new and cherish the old

Present is horrible while the past was gold

I still believe it was not meant to be evanescent and I still have faith

Something which is broken each day by the wait

I wonder

How difficult is it to move on….