If tears are missing it is a matter of concern

- Internet Poetry - Anil Chawda

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It is a matter of concern if tears are lost,

This is a matter of concern if not understood.

Why are you laughing when you say 'go, you are fine'?

It is a matter of concern if it is really good.

God is safe until he appears,

Sometimes it is a matter of concern if it appears.

I am overwhelmed by you, don't let me down,

It is a matter of concern if the spray is added.

If there is a tangled relationship, it lasts,

It is a matter of concern if the entanglement does not occur.

- Harsh Brahmbhatt

There is a repetition in Gujarati- 'Anxiety reduces cleverness, decreases form-quality-knowledge; Anxiety is bad luck, anxiety is like a cheetah. ' You can't think alike when you're anxious. Anxiety tarnishes your appearance, makes a man grow old quickly. Turns marks into vices. Respect for knowledge can also be dusty. Being anxious is like being on a cheetah. Poet Harsh Brahmbhatt has shown many things which are considered unnatural if not worried. The poet writes in both Gujarati and Urdu. The moods, sorrows and ironies expressed in his ghazals can be felt by everyone. Simplicity and depth are the hallmarks of his ghazals. You will also see it in the above ghazal.

Many people find joy even in abundant pain, while many find it anxious to sit on a mound of happiness. The poet's eye sees pain first. Vicky Trivedi has made a nice sarcasm in a stock- 'Where only ordinary people see happiness; There will be sorrow only if the poet goes there. ' But the concern expressed by Harsh Brahmbhatt is worth seeing with a slightly different eye.

He says it is a matter of concern if tears are lost. The reader may at one time think that there is no mistake in the type? Where is the need to worry about this? It is a good thing that tears are missing. The grief is gone. Now the joy will overflow. But this is where the mistake happens. Read the second line - the poet says it is a matter of concern if this is not understood. Now, read the first line again and understand the point. Missing a tear is like drying up a lake of sensation.

There we are given the example of the metaphor of interest, 'Blessed is your bravery, broken roasted papad!' We have to laugh at how brave it is! The poet has used the same skill in the second stanza. Some people are smiling, saying God bless you. Then we have to understand what kind of good he is talking about! If what he wants is good, then it will be ours!

God cannot be seen with the naked eye. It is formless. By tying it into a shape we demonstrate our narrowness. If seen, the divinity of God does not remain. Jalan Matri is a beautiful liberator of this same mood-

'Here, at eight o'clock, my mind is stuck, God,

I want to understand, but I don't understand God,

If it appears, it all goes out of sight;

God is worshiped because it is not visible. '

Harsh Brahmbhatt says he doesn't look so hemkhem, the rest of the people are so frustrated with life, why give us such a life? Everyone has bundles of complaints. Some are so distressed that if they meet God, they will not die without a headache. People have faith that God will remove all worries. Not so many people are emerging in Dhamak places!

If more is added to the pot filled to the brim, it all spills out. If we fill it according to the size of the container, the water spilled in it is not wasted. Even two characters bursting at the seams can be like pots of water. There is no point in adding too much water. Shine only if the hero wears out. If there are no minor conflicts in the relationship, then the relationship will remain rough. Understand that the artificiality has arrived when it has stabilized. Staying well all the time and sometimes not getting into any trouble is like worrying.

When it is monsoon, let's log out with a slightly different kind of ghazal about 'raining'.

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Whenever respect falls from her eyes,

It looks like clouds are raining down on the raw house!

There is no such thing as a sweet stream of cloud,

God rains directly from the sky!

Where does a rally reach from the original?

The monsoon of kinship rains over and over.

I have watched night after night,

Fear from the roof of the house.

Who complains, sorry,

Even in the last year of thirst.

Stopped looking at the umbrella in your hands,

'Harsh' thoughts with an open mind, otherwise it will rain!

- Harsh Brahmbhatt