I am what I am not – Poem by Komal Raja
I am what I am not – Poem by Komal Raja
“I am what I am not”
I am not Lord Byron neither Pessoa nor Neruda
I am the woman of an uncommitted potential
Free of names, hypes and fames!
Nonetheless, there is this co-self within
Who desires to do
the “learned version” of ishq with you
You know, the kind, they say sapio-sexual
But let me be honest and also, own my actual
I equally have a tendency
To take, sometimes, those “basic” Love rides
That trip in the thoughtless mantras of
“Good Mornings” & “Good Nights”
I meant that “cringe version” of ishq
that gets Xpressed in:
“Mele dānuñ ne thānā thāyā” type shit
I can also readily be a “cliched” trickster
Where my heart beats on Bollywood blockbusters
You know, that “Gulzarian version” of ishq
“Surmay se likhay tere wāday,
Ãñkhoñ ki zubāni ātay haiñ”
Equitably, my heart melts on the “ishq wālā love”
Yet that’s not all as above!
Also, I can be a perfect māshūq of Urdu Ghazal
Where the fire of my “junūñ” surpasses the “aql”
And
“k kitāb aql kī tāq par juuñ dharī thī tyuuñ hī dharī rahī”
Yet, again there is this resurrection within, of the Sci-Fi Philo-Sopher
Who questions the metaphysics of love altogether
Oh! Hold on my love and seize the moment
And let me do all the versions of ishq with you
before I even forget to talk
For when in love,
Simultaneously, I am what I am not!
Looking forward to hearing from you.
Happy winters!
Best Wishes
Komal
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“I am what I am not”
I am not Lord Byron neither Pessoa nor Neruda
I am the woman of an uncommitted potential
Free of names, hypes and fames!
Nonetheless, there is this co-self within
Who desires to do
the “learned version” of ishq with you
You know, the kind, they say sapio-sexual
But let me be honest and also, own my actual
I equally have a tendency
To take, sometimes, those “basic” Love rides
That trip in the thoughtless mantras of
“Good Mornings” & “Good Nights”
I meant that “cringe version” of ishq
that gets Xpressed in:
“Mele dānuñ ne thānā thāyā” type shit
I can also readily be a “cliched” trickster
Where my heart beats on Bollywood blockbusters
You know, that “Gulzarian version” of ishq
“Surmay se likhay tere wāday,
Ãñkhoñ ki zubāni ātay haiñ”
Equitably, my heart melts on the “ishq wālā love”
Yet that’s not all as above!
Also, I can be a perfect māshūq of Urdu Ghazal
Where the fire of my “junūñ” surpasses the “aql”
And
“k kitāb aql kī tāq par juuñ dharī thī tyuuñ hī dharī rahī”
Yet, again there is this resurrection within, of the Sci-Fi Philo-Sopher
Who questions the metaphysics of love altogether
Oh! Hold on my love and seize the moment
And let me do all the versions of ishq with you
before I even forget to talk
For when in love,
Simultaneously, I am what I am not!
Looking forward to hearing from you.
Komal Raja is an Old Ravian from Poonch (Azad) Kashmir. She is currently pursuing doctorate in Social and Cultural Anthropology at Ludwig Maximilians University of Munich, Germany.
