सितारों के आगे जहाँ और भी हैं,
अभी इश्क़ के इम्तिहाँ और भी ह॥
~ अल्लामा इक़बाल
This remains one of my favorite couplets, the true meaning of it now making more sense than it ever did. To have loved and lost, and then loved again; perhaps this cycle of love and loss transcends life and destiny itself. Beyond the stars that lights up the skies as I look above, beyond the galaxies; there rests a universe where love and destiny will coincide at a point and extend infinitely from there. A hypothetical hope, a hope nonetheless; for a hope is what sustains life after all.
To dwell in the present is what the mind for now seeks, the past is dead and buried and the future shall hold another series of tests for me to appear, the present though isn’t as bleak as I had assumed it would be, I am still holding on to that frail trail of light which had peeped in when I was at my lowest, and I will hold on to it, for there are tests to follow. In hindsight, I should have never ventured into the dwellings that now makes up the present, but; who cared for the outcome? I never controlled it either, all that I could do was to follow that trail of light, which shone bright when nothing did.
But hope, all for hope, hope is such an addiction, it is dope in itself. A bit of it and I thought to myself it was all mine for the taking, and that was before the thud beckoned, no time to reckon; and the light had washed over me again, cleansing me of the dust that had gathered over because of the fall. The light was my only hope, and it was dope. Would it guide me through?? Would it shine bright?? Perhaps, some questions have no answers, let me now frame answers first and then set questions, questioning the very basis of the source. The scourge of destiny if discounted, there would be an answer to every question that the mind now posed. Answers that screamed hope, an aspiration to live through. All said and done, ‘tis was for the mind to now make itself up for the rest of the test. Faring fairly isn’t it is all about, faring hopefully is, and this shall be. My trail of light, might just see me through.
The influence of the galaxy I now seek is far reaching, the seeds of hope now germinating into pods of answers, inducing life and pumping emotions as I battle hope against hope, for the sake of hope again. A colossal mountain to climb, as I look to reach the zenith of it, spread my arms out in embrace, wishing for the trail of light to wash me over with hope again. And, the answer’s right there. With a slight tweak in the previously set questions. Would it guide me through?? Would it shine bright?? Hell!! I’ll follow it, let it lead me.
And, I have crossed the Rubicon, I certainly have…
The colossal mountain to climb, and to spread my arms out in embrace, and my light’s now shining bright. The tests await, so does destiny. And, as the future beckons.
Beyond the stars that lights up the skies as I look above, beyond the galaxies; there rests a universe where love and destiny will coincide at a point and extend infinitely from there. A hypothetical hope, a hope nonetheless; for a hope is what sustains life after all.
सितारों के आगे जहाँ और भी हैं,
अभी इश्क़ के इम्तिहाँ और भी हैं॥
abhishek purkayastha 