"Exodus of the Wretched Souls" (On the loss of a friend)

[muhsina]

Yes its called " AAMAD" in poetry as far as I know. These ideas and words comes to one's mind only when the heart attracts them from the heavens where they reside in raw form. It has happened to homer,it happened to shakespeare,it happened to Ghalib , to Mawalan Room and all others. The source of all the poetry is what has been called " alamay misal" by the learned poeple.

So you got a poetro-magnetic heart buddy . Use it to attract all that you can.

[Roshina]

Here's another way of understanding the poem. A good friend shared this with me (these are her exact words) BUT refuses to post here. So I told her I'll do it myself 'cause I find it very interesting!

I love that I thought of it as some sort of thinking on suicide bombings, on people who just can't see a better way to live than burning their own existences, and that happens to be their only exit... and found it even more beautiful.

To me, it came too much like a response to a conversation I had years ago with [someone] who tried to make sense out of suicide bombings...

I then understood it was about a feeling I can never have, a feeling of being suffocating, unabble to see any better way, of being so opressed that bombing yourself is not an option, but the best way ahead.

When you said in the poem of living being a option, hence, not much of an obligation; of hell being more appealing than life itself, that was the best i ever got of an explanation to the feelings and reasons of a suicide bomber. When humanity does not exist and life's been dried up.

Ahhh ... if it could help clarify something (ANYTHING!) to someone (ANYONE!) out there, I couldn't feel happier!

Manana, khalko!