Verses from Bharat- Unplugged, a collaboration with Pratik Gulati

1. I gaze stars in the daylight,

Like my dreams

Saying hello from the future.

~ Asna Azhar

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1.

 Don’t you know
I have spent an entire
Lifetime waiting for you?
I drank cups after cups
To illuminate the dark corners of my heart.

~ Asna Azhar

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2.

 

“Khair se lambi rato ko,
Roshan kia hai mitti k chirago’ ne.”

~ Asna Azhar

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3.

“Mitthi k khurak na bulo,
Laut k Isi mein tumhe samana hai.”

~ Asna Azhar.

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4.

“To kia hua agar na hui
Koi magroor si  koi khwaish puri meri,
Mein bachpan ka zamana je khol k jee aya hu.”

~ Asna Azhar.

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6.

“Jism bh kabhi panah mangta hai thakan se,
Par yeah pait k khwahsien bahut hai.”

~ Asna Azhar

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7.

Dwelling in each other’s arms
They have found a relationship of eternity.

~Asna Azhar

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8.

 

“Har traf jab they kantey
Tu meri gaud mein phool k tarah khil gya.”

~Asna Azhar

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9.

“Kissey to bahut thy mayusi k,
Par mere hatho ne kabhi thamna nh Sikha.”

~ Asna Azhar

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10.

 “They have seen not the misery but the realities.

Meet them not and know not

The truth for which the earth was thrown to revolve in this universe.”

~ Asna Azhar

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11.

I fall into the stream of delusions,
To rise with concrete conclusions.

~ Asna Azhar.

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12.

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Woman

Trails to follow
And destiny to unravel,
I wander alone
to behold all that
I can, to decorate the Ceiling of my home.

Playing roles and roles
I forget what it is to be
Like a woman.
Wearing Kohls and lip colours,
Having flowers in my hair
Making a home to relax.

At dawn,
I knew not it all.
Unless when I get crushed
Into your arms
I feel like a woman,
Once again.
All adoration came back
With your touch.

© Asna Azhar

© Asna Azhar.

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Edited by TAS Editorial Team

Image Credits: Abiha Mehdi

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With your curls

How often I have come to

The threshold of falling out of this universe,
But the labyrinth of your
Locks
Beholds a dire charm
For life.
How often I came across the woman in streets,
Laughing and chattering,
In exile, I think of you
Like a mist of fallen dew.
That curve spread on
Your face,
With your eyes staring into oblivion.
I think and I think of you
Measure me not with my words,
You come to me as my unrhymed poetry at midnight
Settling the sorrows,
Under the moonlit sky
Holding the paradox of universe
I fall in love with you.

~ Asna Azhar

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Photo Essay Phorphoria’s Lover

The rain set early in to-night,
       The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
       And did its worst to vex the lake:
       I listened with heart fit to break.
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When glided in Porphyria; straight
       She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
       Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
       Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
       And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
       And, last, she sat down by my side
       And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
       And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
       And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
       And spread, o’er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me — she
       Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
       From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
       And give herself to me for ever.
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But passion sometimes would prevail,
       Nor could to-night’s gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
       For love of her, and all in vain:
       So, she was come through wind and rain.
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Be sure I looked up at her eyes
       Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipped me; surprise
       Made my heart swell, and still it grew
       While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
       Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
       In one long yellow string I wound
       Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
       I am quite sure she felt no pain.
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As a shut bud that holds a bee,
       I warily oped her lids: again
       Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
       About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
       I propped her head up as before,
       Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
       The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
       That all it scorned at once is fled,
       And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria’s love: she guessed not how
       Her darling one wish would be heard.
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And thus we sit together now,
       And all night long we have not stirred,
       And yet God has not said a word!
CLASS OF 2016 B.A(Hons.) English
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Team
Special Thanks to Prof. Sumitra for organising this event.
Actors – Monib Ahmed and Humera Jamal
Direction – Aamir Jamal
Narration– Mehvish Naseem and Aman Khan
Make up – Farheen Khan and Aiman Asif
Stage and design – Summaiyah Ahmed, Farhana Yunus, Uzma Javed Arjumand Ara,
Wardrobe Courtsey – Aiman
Music and Sound (DJ) – Arif and Sidharth Rawat
Photographer – Asna Azhar