(To The Shattered souls in Love......) No doubt ,it isn't so easy to get out of the most bonded relationship one used to be in for a long period of time. Because it is backed up by lots of memories and thoughts of the past that engulf the mind as well as the heart, How hard one tries to get out of the chains of love but the sweetness of the poison, the beautiful links of the chains that hold the willingness intact doesn't let go... The thing that attracts the hearts so close which doesn't let oneself to feel the losses and the mishapennigs in the surrounding scenario of his heart till the time of devastation reaches and nothing is left except the ruthless cries and remorse.. Its good to love only if you are being loved the way you do.. Give your best in terms of everything but don't let yourself so down as you have to be penurious for attention before the loved ones. Love without any greed to be loved or treated the way you wish. The time knocks the doors of heart and the voice that penetrates the reddish walls of the chambers as: ( '' I am sorry, We can't be together anymore, Forgive me... Goodbye'') The scenario is agonising,the thoughts hover madly, the heart shatters to the utmost pain..... The only thoughts that raise over and again are that .... Why me.....!!!!!! Wasn't i worth? Wasn't i the one who sacrificed my good,to the betterment of theirs? Where did i left the void? And Where are the promise and moments that we lived and dreamed together...? The question remains unanswered....! These questions haunt in the mind & soul and enquire about the doings and sacrifices paid.. But its a fact to rely upon that time heals... The only thing that justifies the happenings is that it is him( Almighty) who has written the destiny if ours and guides us time to time at the moments we fall down in life. We remain in delima that why haven't we taken all the pleasures of love, why haven't we tasted the sweet poison to quench our lusty thirst..... But the fact is that Allah has blessed us and spared us from the ill shadows of lust and sins, which seem to us pleasures of life. Almighty knows what we don't and indeed he has better plans for everyone... So burn the lantern of hope and walk through the dark lanes till a bright path appears. The bright dawn will appear in the life for sure.Keep the trust & hope uplifted.. The past memories will drag eventually back to the devasted lanes where one used to be times back, but one should throw the chains off and set oneself free from the chains and give the heart some air to breath free... The blessings are on the way, just have to hold the hands of hope to find the utmost peace of soul... کون کہتا ہے بچھڑنے میں محبت کی ہار ہے وہ جو ادھورا رہ گیا وہی تو پیار ہے۔۔۔
Ashq'e che'tin ( Condiment of Love) -----------------------------------------------------------
Born with nothing left behind her, she came with everything she would have àsked for. It was love that moulded her being and forced her to live beyond earth transcending everything with that heart full of love. She strolled on thorns, aimless through the streets, and ceased her soul at the door sill. These clicks belong to Ashk'e chetin, although I don't know her real name but I would've certainly called her with this name, despite knowing the real one.
Ashk'e chetin was immensely beautiful and at all levels of her being -face, heart and soul. A special one, known within and outside the walls of her home, she was adorned and admired everywhere, moreover worshipped by the Majnu's over the streets. A lone sister of many brothers, probably the luckiest from every tilt. She was loved by many from what I have heard. On the way back home , she was exposed to the blowing whistles through the streets from her admirers who would circumambulate around her and used to follow her and tease her from her college gate all the way up to her home. To some extent, she was conceited by her own charm and thus would react with some in a worse manner, except for Mushtaq.
Mushtaq, perhaps, was a bit more striking and appealing among all her admirers and what she found in him , was a celebrity of love. Mushtaq, in response too, was one of those longing for her "Yes". While days passed into months and probably years as well, Mushtaq was at the edge of losing hope. To his surprise she said 'Yes" to him filling his life with the greatest of joy. Ashk'e chetin perhaps found him more careful, silent, deep, sensible, incredible and pious upto a level.
When one of the colleagues was passing on this story to us I was greedy to finish it quickly, like you are now ,but I wasn't sure it will end like a bursting cloud.
Finally , they were in love and this blend of love like chetin (condiment) in the mixer, where they lost their individuality became one- an unforgettable flavor of love. Chetin was sure about Mushtaq as the man of her life when the college was filled with tales of their love, their bond amidst the jealous eyes and tongues.
Alas! Love needs the food of reason,, and fades with time , if a catalyst is no more at hand. Mushtaq and his care, his depth got filled with silt thus gradually fading out. The river of love was in it's old stage and in need of rejuvenation, sacrosanct yet weak and dry thus meandering. With time, doubts started growing in the ashke chetin's head also. To feel the beloved and his love slipping away was not hard for someone who devoted all of her being for love. She tried to sprinkle the cactus full of water, all in vain.
I still walk in the streets of her wondering and trying to conjure the pain that so deeply affected her and made her suffer.You too may feel the same.
While searching for her love in the fog of betrayal, she became a wanderer. Now looking aged, she wasn't the talk of the old streets of Anantnag any more. Mushtaq was guilty by heart, who had started ignoring her and finally got rid off her, someone he chased back in his youth.
Chetin at last was left with what happens to many true lovers 'A broken & trembled heart' - imbalanced and unwilling to steady itself. Although she looks aged now, she could still marry a younger, more handsome and more wealthy person. Her parents and loving brothers insisted on her for the same, to which she rejected in credence. In today's world, it is hard to find that kind of depth in love. Love is now lean because of compulsory blue ticks on social media and some jio plans on the phone. Love has been eroded to 'if and but', to dating by the western elements , etc. "Love was beyond marriage...." I heard this phrase from a close one, who sacrificed his love for a wonderful reason- Social norms, you know, can never define love and accept it.
Chetin continued to reject the offers from many , her brother's choices and many more. She was a firm believer in blessings of Resh Moul Saeb and thus started visiting his Shrine ,where she drained out tears and poured out her heart. She would cry out the tears of complaint with Mushtaq, tears of great love betrayal and lounging, tears of immeasurable depth of love and probably tears of sulphur which still touches the tongue of many who visit to taste the sulphur water of springs of Sherbagh ( a part of Anantnag town).
Baba Hyder Rishi (r.a) popularly known by the name of Resh Moul Saeb was a venerated saint of south kashmir , particular to Anantnag town. His ziyarat is located at the Heart of Anantnag / Islamabad town. Since Chetin was local, Resh Moul never paid heed to her tears for the saying goes on that 'Reshmoul is more of non-locals , than locals'.
Finally, Ashke chetin died at the door sill of his beloved father-.Resh moul.The street boys should be given a credit to this name, Ashke chetin, who used to taunt her, after mushtaq left her and she wandered around. The streets of Anantnag still resonate this flavour of this condiment of love.
This is a true story of romeo and Juliet from Anantnag #Kashmir , where juliet was in love with a guy named mushtaq (romeo) who cheated her and married someone else. Her parents forced and requested her in millions to marry. They assured to find someone better, but she refused. She became a wanderer and for many years, she used to be near the shrine of .... Reshmoul sb. and she used to cry there very loud. She prayed day and night , but failed . She was rich, but she denied her wealth. She died as a wanderer. As Ashke chetin , she became a classic example of love beyond imagination , she became Ashke chetin- In whom love dissolves itself.
==================================== Unsaid - Immensely grateful to @bariya_hamid for adding the last brick and polishing this story.
Fall in love with a writer and you will see the picture of your face pretty visible in the moon, dusks and dawns will seem dancing around you and dense woods will feel like a peaceful sweet home to you. You will hover over the peaks of mountains holding his hand and mere jolts of wind will make your hairs to dance around his face, you will smell like the petals of jasmine and look beautiful like the whorls of rose, you will see sun smiling at you and his poetries will accompany you like moon accompanies darkness. Fall in love with a writer and you will really get to know the warmth of hugs feels like the warmth of sun in Monsoon You will see the colour of your eyes, beautiful curves and curly hairs painted on the mountain with sunrises all around it and the sun rays reflecting from painting make your imaginatory world look beautiful. Fall in love with a writer and you will never die.
Bg~ some people are there to motivate and push you up, no matter they know you or not or where they are...like the distant sun at sunset. Some will even demoralise you, even if they are close enough , like the trembling cold of winter. Some will definitely make you to look up and feel proud like the blue sky, some will hammer you down even if they are a friend.
Unsaid : muje fakhr se uthaye hue sar, rooh mei base sukoon ki wajah , sunset ke time sun ki distance aur Winter mei ek din ki wo bahar jaisi dhup pyari lagti hai.
#urdu words Uthaye sar - Raised Head Jabeen - forehead Garur - Pride Ragg - vein Suroor - Peace Naap - Measure Garoob_e_aftaab - Sunset Fasla - distance Mukhtasar - In Sum Sarma - winter
Walking through the potholes road, fully drenched in the pouring of love. I smelled the wet earth, with motherly odour. Oh that made me cease. Dear earth You smell so nice, when poured uniformly. You look so beautiful, when cared altruistically. You heal so kindly, when sought for help. You hide tears so sorely , when blood shed brutally.
Your favours, Oh they are countless. Made of you , Standing on you and Have to return to you.