A Romanticist-cum-Marxist, Sahir Ludhianvi remains with us as an iconic poet. Celebrated as a poet, film lyricist, he also remained at the centre of stories that has kept us fascinated over these decades. Here are some excerpts from his poetry that establish him as a poet of resistance par excellence. Dreams sustain us. Even in… continue reading
Finding love--at last--in the garden of love.
It is almost impossible to say for sure when the story of prince Manohar and princess Madhumalti was told first and by whom. It may be safe to surmise that it is essentially a travelling tale that reached different people through folklorists. Supposedly, Sheikh Manjhan was the first to write this story in Hindi under the title of Madhumalti sometime in the mid-sixteenth century. During different periods of history, this story was written and re-written at least nine times in Persian and thirteen times in Urdu with different titles. The one written by Mohammad Nusrat Nusrati in 1657 is a memorable literary memento from the garden of love, so appropriately titled as Gulshan-e-Ishq.
Hazaaron kaam mohabbat mein hain maze ke Dagh
Dagh Dehlvi lived a life of pain and pining in love. He left behind a treasure-trove of love poetry but did not experience the blessings of love. His coffer was empty; he only knew of an illusory love and died with a wish for turning that illusion into a reality.
Ishq se tabeeyat ne zeest ka maza paaya
To think of love and life is to think of Ghalib the lover, and Ghalib the beloved. He was not angelic in form and moving, nor a god in his apprehension but he surely was a piece of work, not very noble in reason but infinite in faculty. He was indeed Shakespeare’s ‘quintessence of dust’ who saw his love going to dust with emotional attachment and philosophical detachment.
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