Talking about dreams, did not come true...

- Shabd Surane Mele-Rajesh Vyas 'Miskin'

- Stars are visible only at night. But all these stars will be the sun of someone's world.

With your eyes...

Will it be wine that spills from your eyes?

Let it go, let it go, the eyes will be bad!

In the eyes that are not closed in the night of sorrow,

Whose dreams are the red ones?

Say from the heart that you love me?

The question that has been asked to you will be the answer?

Wherever the hands spread, there you were,

I thought there would be obstacles on the way.

The sky burst into lightning,

Sitara will be Aftab in someone's world!

- Harindra Dave

If Gu Jarati ghazal is given a stabkavar, the names of Kalapi, Balashankar, Manilal Nabhubhai, Sagar etc. are mentioned among the ghazals of the first stabka. The second stage of Gujarati ghazal is the period from Shayda to Mariz, Ghayal, Gani, Zero etc., when the ghazal became pure Gujarati and played on the hearts and lips of the people. And the period after that is the period of Adil. Harindra Dave, who can be named with the ghazal artists of this genre, but who has become an important name among the ghazal artists who have become a link in the period between the two generations of ghazal artists. It is a sweet dilemma to divide the ghazals connecting every two generations. Sometimes such names and their works are overlooked. But if the outline of the development of Gujarati ghazal is to be drawn, there are important link names.

Harindra Dave has plowed in all the fields of song, ghazal, novel, story, although he has a fist high in song but his ghazals digesting tradition and moving towards modernity hold a very respectable place among ghazal fans.

A ghazal is a conversation with a beloved. Ghazal covers all topics of life. As important as the beloved character is the conversation. The language of communication is equally important. Also, the beloved character doesn't often give the opportunity to talk every day, now Kalpi is standing in front of the beloved character. An intoxication is pouring from his eyes, from his vision. The poet naturally asks that what is overflowing from your eyes will be wine! And then the beloved's facial expressions would have changed. The poet must have felt that there was a mistake in saying or asking something, so he immediately diverted the matter and said that let it go. But may have said in a pleading tone, let the matter go. My eyes must be at fault. My eyes must be bad.

The poet-creator does not describe the thing as it is. Achievements are not flat statements. Only after getting the touch of its creativity, the lines take the form of ghazal, poetry. Red eye is nothing new when exposed or overexposed. There is no blink of an eye in separation. And due to that the eyes are red. But after seeing these red eyes, the memory comes only of the one who is separated. Again and again the question arises in the mind, the red color of the eyes is due to whose red and pink dreams?

Ever wonder the world of these questions and answers. A lawyer asked a question to the prosecutor that you stopped beating your wife? Now if the opposite person says yes, he is dead and if he says no, he is dead. Asking questions is also an art. In love, the question becomes the answer itself. The question is, can you really say that you love me from the bottom of your heart? But in the few words of the poem, the question posed in the laghav becomes an answer if the question mark is removed. love me If we remove the question from this I love you? Instead of questioning, I love you is answered.

There is a great distance in separation. But separation is a state when the beloved character appears everywhere, everywhere. On the night of separation, the thought comes to mind that when going to meet him, there will be curtains between many. Many masks will have to fly to see face to face. But with a little effort, a little spread of hands, the beloved character was standing in front of him. Sometimes it is like gazing at the sky at night very comfortably. Innumerable stars, twinkling stars, distant faint fixed stars, very bright stars... as if the shards of light were scattered across the sky. All these stars are visible only at night. But all these stars will be the sun of someone's world. Even so, the moon is many times bigger than the sun and the stars. They shine as small bright particles.

I remember reading this second ghazal of Harindrabhai years ago in Kumar and Milap. During that period Mahendra Meghani, son of Zawerchand Meghani, was working to bring the best reading material from the Gujarati language magazines to Sauna through a magazine called Milap. I remember reading this ghazal of Harindra Bhai in Milap. As falling in love is a delicate matter, perhaps even more delicate than that is to be separated from someone. His grace rains in torrents from the sky and when we are so unfortunate that we are afraid of what will happen if we get wet, we have to seek shelter somewhere. Praying and being prayed for are two different things. All our prayers are our efforts until we reach the state where prayer is done. The mind is so confused that when happiness is found, it is worried that it will not go away. The mind always likes to be in contradiction. The poet has spoken the same thing here. The beloved character is barely found but is afraid that if Bahu stays close, fate will tear them apart. And because of this imaginary fear, we stay away and talk about personalization. Facing the truth is not easy. Man either lives in the memories of the past or dreams of the future. Man has found it so easy to dream and make dreams come true that he never knew how to make them come true.

About falling apart, about falling in love,

Both are ultimately a matter of getting closer.

For fear of getting wet I look for shelter,

It rains about being rewarded with hope.

Zahid, this is the test, choose whatever.

Sizdo is one thing, a matter of worship.

If we stay close, we will be separated,

I am starting to get personal.

Dreaming became so easy,

Man does not like the fact that it is happening.