Best novel faiz and loneliness when the snare of poetry enters its siege and the wave of sarsari carries it wave by wave, when does the heart want to get out of this condition. Breaking this magical silence with a conversation is like scattering flower petals instead of enjoying the beauty and fragrance. Speaking or writing on Faiz’s poetry is like scattering petals.
Then why am I writing on Faiz? Perhaps I would like to come out of this trap and see the grace that was an extraordinary human being in his own right, who was a true intellectual both intellectually and practically, who maintained human dignity even in the worst of circumstances and the same of knowledge and wisdom. Stay on the level where only the truth is written. Faiz did not apologize for his pen and written words. Not from anyone, not from the elders, not from the contemporaries, not from the readers.
This wisdom is expressed in poetry, and with the condition of a true poet, it also creates some dimensions from the light of thought, where poetry becomes inspiration. Such poetry is free from the bondage of language and place. We are talking about the spirit of the age. novel in urdu says this soul is not present in modern poetry, then it remains nothing but lifeless words. It neither awakens the mood nor shakes the mind, nor does it evoke the invisible atmosphere that requires a great deal of art to feel. How poetry enters an invisible atmosphere is difficult to grasp. Just read Faiz’s poem and enter this siege.
From the heart will be the dead thing again, O heart, O heart
This is the beloved of loneliness
This is a guest for an hour, will go
When will this cure your love?
The savage shadows will rise in anger
It will go away, the rest of the shadows will be left
All night long your blood will be bad
War is over, no game, O heart
Enemies of life are all, all killers
This hard night too, this shadow too, loneliness too
There is no similarity between pain and war, O heart
Bring on the flames
Where is the flame of rage?
Where is that burning flower?
There is heat, there is movement, there is energy
There are two salient features of Faiz’s poetry. Resistance against imperialism and the system of exploitation. The love that is from the living lover. Romance is involved in both. In this way, the two sides are not divided into cells, but are connected to each other in most of the poems. So their resistance also seems very natural. Then they have their own dictionary which is the same in all kinds of emotions. Whether it is the bitterness of the situation or the sweetness of love, poetry and aesthetics are present in his poetry, but a very beautiful combination of the two can be felt.
In many such poems, he also addresses his beloved. His poetry transcends the scales of internal and external, and his belief in everything he writes involves his inner truth and sincerity. Thus, his poetry does not become a spot statement or slogan. For example
This stain is lightened, this night is enchanted
That was the wait, not the magic
This is not the magic you desire
Gone are the days that will be found somewhere
In the desert of the sky, the final destination of the stars
We became strangers after so many orbits
Then after many meetings they will become acquainted
In the poetry of Faiz, the depth from which the external sorrows emerge from the inner world, is the effect of the magic that awakens the poetry.
Faiz, who read in a very simple way, had a profound effect on the listeners. Faiz’s poetry is as influential in secret as it is in listening. Where did the intensity required for influence come from in Faiz’s poetry and how did it come continuously? An in-depth study of both Faiz’s poetry and prose is necessary to understand this mystery. Will the blessings still be fully revealed? Although much has been written about them. He has also written about those who have spent night and day with him and also those who have only seen, heard or read him.
Some things are written equally by everyone. Faiz spoke very little. He seemed satisfied in every situation. A faint smile was always on his face. No turmoil, no anxiety seemed to emanate from their caste. Faiz who was a poet, Faiz who was an intellectual. If his identity is revealed, then there is not only one dimension in his writing and poetry. If there is only one aspect, it is journalism. A major aspect of poetry is the poet’s own existence.
The canvas that emerges on the canvas, like a three-dimensional picture, is the poet’s own inner self. Faiz’s poetry is great poetry because in it all the colors are emerging on the canvas of his existence which simultaneously affects the heart and mind and also awakens the mood. Whether it is of happiness, of sorrow, of optimism, of despair, it keeps its reader under siege. In this siege of condition, the poet is completely alone when he suffers and writes. If I am confused about my point, then read Faiz’s poem “Loneliness”.
Then someone came to heart! No no
Tere will be a way, it will go somewhere else
Dark night, the dust of the towers began to disperse
Dream lamps began to stagger in the halls
Every passerby up to the sleeping path
Stranger footprints obscured by alien dust
Blow up the candles, increase the wine and the enamel
Lock up your sleepless doors
Now no one is here, no one will come
This article is not on this poem “Loneliness”, nor do I consider Faiz to be a loser. I consider Faiz to be the great poet who has incorporated every experience he has into poetry in such a way that it affects every sensitive individual and thus becomes a part of the collective consciousness. The sufferers and the sufferers live in the same society. Those who write under the pressure of circumstances write both of them. They also challenge the tyrannical forces that are spreading darkness.
We also invite the oppressed and the oppressed who are ready to accept this darkness. But how many people come forward to support the writer? Think, count. It is a matter of mixing voices in the sound of slogans, sitting in a ceremony and praising, but in the lonely corner in which that poet, that intellectual is writing sorrows scattered around him, who is there?
Except for his loneliness. Faiz has endured this loneliness all his life, whether in the form of a prison in his youth, in the form of exile in his last years or in the form of the silence of his compatriots while living in his homeland. Even if they talk to whom? Those who could only shout slogans, utter eulogies and then turn to those who support the forces of oppression. Faiz was a very sensitive poet. He wrote:
Others did not leave any navigator
No less reprehensible than your own Faiz had made his loneliness his strength. He kept himself locked in it all his life but he was not unhappy about it. He had this understanding which he wrote in his letter. “Sorrow and unhappiness are two different things. It is quite possible for a person to endure sorrow and be happy.” He lives because his pain is not cured by dying but by living. That is why he has been given the look that he can see beyond his own caste and beyond his promise. With this, every suffering is being borne.
Both were sad in the hope of enjoyment
You and your party, me and my loneliness
See Faiz’s thoughts in one of his letters:
“Before we went to prison, we thought captivity was a brave and lofty thing. Now it turns out that there is no article of courage or high morale in it. There is only pain and indescribable pain and the right feeling of this pain, I got from a captured bird of prey which we have been taking care of for some days. This is a small thank you that arrived at our bathroom a few days ago and was grabbed by our servant prisoner; that evening he somehow got out of the basket and flew to a tree in our yard.
His rope became entangled in the branches; his leg was broken in several places. Now he can neither fight nor hunt; one day his voice, which used to kill birds, sparrows and hawks, now they gather around him and laugh at him with one voice. And what are the voices? We see that the proud, shining eyes of sugar are blurred with pain at this humiliation. Birds can’t cry, but it fills the heart to see the helplessness of this helplessness; it will probably die in two or four days. ۔ It is only man’s destiny to live with his pain and his wounded heart because the cure for his pain is not death but life. That is why the faith and the vision that can be seen beyond its essence and beyond its covenant has been given In these words of Faiz, one can recognize the intellectual who looks beyond his age, whose sensitive existence is dissatisfied with his age. He wants change and is committed to paving the way for a better future. When his thoughts are expressed, he becomes a threat to the reactionaries. There are conspiracies against it and the common backward minds become allies of the reactionaries.
In such a case the intellectual becomes lonely with his truth. Being alone does not mean that he is alone. This loneliness can be in the company of a few people and even in a crowded place. The situation of Faiz Sahib’s personal loneliness has been described in great detail by Major Muhammad Ishaq, who spent months and years of captivity with him under the title “Rudad-e-Qafs”.
Faiz Sahib was imprisoned on March 9, 1951 and released in April 1955. Thus the days of their captivity become a little over four years. During this period he spent the first three months in Sargodha and Lyallpur jails and then till July 53 in Hyderabad (Sindh) jail with the rest of the prisoners in the Rawalpindi conspiracy case. In July 1953, we were all divided into small groups and sent to Lahore, Montgomery, Machh (Balochistan) and Hyderabad jails. For Faiz Sahib, Montgomery Central Jail was chosen along with my Captain Khuzrahiat, but since he had gone to Karachi for treatment, he went to Montgomery in 1953.
Staying together from here. I was arrested in May 1951, about three months after Faiz’s arrest. That is why God’s people kept hearing whispers. During this time, Faiz Sahib was not allowed to meet his close friends. Nor could he write to anyone. There were all sorts of rumors about him and weird weird tales about how he was treated in prison. When I first met him in Hyderabad Jail, I was satisfied. The same smiling forehead, the same shining eyes, the same Gautami smile whose light was spreading everywhere, and then that world-conquering love, which Listen and feel this experience from Faiz too:
Everyone in Bazm was happy with the milk of Sarbzam
Enlightenment burned us in vain
Feeling we have ‘Run out of gas’ emotionally
The mosque did not keep us confused
Knowing all, seeing all, understanding all, suffering and not compromising is the identity of an intellectual. The sorrow of awareness is the destiny of those who continue to enjoy grace and keep writing.
What was it like to change clothes?
Faiz never gave a respite
If Faiz did not change his clothes, then the chalk of an entire era was reflected in his poetry. This covenant is not limited to the geographical boundaries of any one region, it is not limited to borders, languages and nationalities. It is the pledge of a creator who shares the thoughts of his contemporaries. Who feels their pain in every corner of the globe where people live.
Appreciates their good deeds, is depressed over their bad deeds. Beirut, Palestine, Iran, Chile, Russia, Faiz has loved the people of every country, befriended their poets and writers. Read his writings and join his caravan to fulfill his promise. It was this companionship that made modern thought a part of his speech. He writes:
In the company of rich people of speech, many new passages of expression, many new forms of lyrical speech kept appearing in the mind which kept provoking them to turn into poetry. For example, an attribution poem that was written from time to time for several months, some of it was closed in Moscow, some in Sochi, some in London and some in Karachi. This poem actually came to mind from the company of Pablo Roda and was written in his memory. “Rang hai dil ka mare”, “Ahastha” and one or two poems are a reflection of Nazim Hikmat.
Faiz himself has said what he had to say about himself. With great ease, he expressed such universal feelings that his poetry did not need to be interpreted. Read, feel and enter the siege where loneliness feels good