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The Anatomy of Longing

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What if longing wasn’t a feeling—but a creature, a curse, and a companion?

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Longing is an ache - a deep pulsating ache,

relief is an effort, which the ache cruelly cripples

Throwing a single stone and troubling a silent lake,

creating countless circles - outspreading ripples

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Longing walks a road - a long and lonely road,

sighing with each indulgence, so delicious is the sin

Tired and exhausted, longing bears its heavy load,

pleasure is the gain, a new loss with every new win

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Longing is the steel - the cold and heavy steel,

it is shackled to my feet, my bloody, blistered feet

Birthing countless agonies, the wounds that never heal,

I am addicted to its taste; the poison is so sweet

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Longing is a fragrance - an old, faded fragrance,

it’s embedded in my soul, my oh so tired soul

It rides the autumn wind, a bold and cruel flagrance,

engraved are the words, regrets on a scroll

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Longing is a swan - a floating black swan,

it sings a lullaby, a soft and sad lullaby

It is here for a minute, and then it is gone,

haunted is the tone, its verses all wry

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Longing is the darkness - a fearsome looming darkness,

it heralds the final doom, the black and grey doom

It really is a curse, so vivid in its starkness,

fear fills the sky, and hope cannot bloom

A nursery rhyme for adults

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Down and down

in the deep dark void,

down and down we go

Helpless puppets

on unseen strings,

dancing to and fro

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Down and down

in the deep dark void,

where all is dark and low

Rivers of sorrow

and the vales of loss,

all misery and woe

Down and down

in the deep dark void,

where all is grey and foe 

Soils are rotten 

and all decays,

whatever do you sow

Down and down

in the deep dark void,

where all is cold and snow

The chill of loss

and the sins you pursued,

regret is what you owe 

Down and down

in the deep dark void,

the face you never show

Mirrored are the walls 

the ugly truth,

a loathsome tableau

Down and down

in the deep dark void,

hides the lethal blow

The wind so strong   

the hope so gone,

the anchor you must throw

Down and down

in the deep dark void,

croaks the black crow

The end is nigh,  

judgment at hand,

but death will come so slow

#english #poem #end #darkness #hope #desperation #helplessness #regret

آؤ محبت کر کے دیکھتے ہیں

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،آؤ!ذرا کچھ دیر

محبت کر کے دیکھتے ہیں؛

ساتھ چل کر دیکھتے ہیں

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،پرانے ساحلوں کی ریت پر

زخم زخم قدم دھرتے؛

نئی منزل تلاش کرکے

دیکھتے ہیں

،ویران خاموش طاقوں میں

انس بھرے معصوم چراغ؛

روشن کر کے

دیکھتے ہیں

،گزری عداوتوں کی راکھ میں

مسکراتے اور دمکتے؛

نئے رشتے تلاش کر کے

دیکھتے ہیں

،رشتوں کے بندھن میں

بدصورت شکوے و شکایتیں؛

پھر سے بھلا کر

دیکھتے ہیں

،آؤ!ذرا کچھ دیر

محبت کر کے دیکھتے ہیں؛

ساتھ چل کر دیکھتے ہیں

،آؤ ذرا کچھ دیر

مل کر دیکھتے ہیں

افق کے پار ہیں آباد؛

کئ دھنک رنگ

جگمگاتی بستیاں

،آؤ مل کر ڈھونڈتے ہیں

ان بستیوں میں وہ مکان؛

کہ جس کی کھڑکیاں

روشن ہیں ہمارے

خوابوں سے

،آؤ ذرا کچھ دیر

مل کر سوچتے ہیں

اپنی زندگی کہ وہ باب؛

جو کبھی سوچے نا گئے

لکھے نا گئے

،آؤ مل کر تحریر کرتے ہیں

وہ سب ادھورے باب

لفظ لفظ رقم کر کے؛

محبت کی دمکتی

روشنائ سے

،آؤ! ذرا کچھ دیر

محبت کر کے دیکھتے ہیں؛

ساتھ چل کر دیکھتے ہیں

،آؤ ذرا کچھ دیر

اپنے دلوں میں چھپے

چاہتوں کے معصوم راز؛

گدگدا کر، چھیڑ کر

دیکھتے ہیں

،آؤ ذرا کچھ دیر

شانے سے شانہ ملا کر

سانجھی دھڑکنوں کے دم پر؛

وہ سب قدم بڑھا کر

دیکھتے ہیں

،آؤ ذرا کچھ دیر

نیّتوں کے پر پھیلا کر

الفتوں کا سانس لیکر؛

 وہ سب خواب دیکھ کر

دیکھتے ہیں

،آؤ ذرا کچھ دیر

اک دوجے سے

طاقت پکڑ کر؛

ہر ناممکن کام کر کے

دیکھتے ہیں

آؤ ذرا کچھ دیر

محبت کر کے دیکھتے ہیں،

ساتھ چل کر دیکھتے ہیں

#love #resolve #Urdu #poetry #agreement #dreams #imagination

Self-flagellation: The Last Highway out of Hell

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This is not redemption—it is penance without absolution.

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He whips himself, he whips himself very hard,

his silent screams, hiding behind an ugly grimace

The cat-o’-nine-tails screams like a mad banshee,

the knots striking in a frenzy, a blood thirsty race

Each lash is a tribute, a homage to a specific memory,

a black hole in the whole black and vast space of life

Each stroke exposes a white pulsating nerve,

a silver snake writhing under a very sharp knife

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He hurts himself, he hurts himself so real bad,

drawing crimson patterns across his naked back

The skin breaks, and ruby drops appear one by one,

thickening, congealing, stinking, and turning black

The flow of blood sometimes turns into a rivulet,

drops transforming into streams, streams into creeks

Crimson spatters his bent shoulders and the spine,

tracing the paths of pain and the punishment it seeks

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He makes himself suffer; he suffers for very long,

feeling the whip slither within the stinking, thick slush

The skin is no more, his back is all but raw flesh,

but his overpowering regret, the whip fails to crush

‘Oh! Why do you punish, why do you hurt yourself?’

the Devil asks him with a mockingly soft sympathy

And God, He just turns his face away in disgust,

there is no place for him in His great hall of empathy

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‘I walk the path of pain, I have chosen it for myself,’

he answers and grips the whip firmly and caresses it

‘I penalize myself, I pass each judgment harshly,

I condemn myself; the fire of misery is always lit

Self-flagellation is my penance for sins so many or few,

it is a dark journey, and I have been travelling ever since

Self-flagellation is the last highway out of my own hell,

while my soul burns in agony, I remain the exiled prince’