MY POINT OF VIEW ABOUT LITERATURE.

A TRANSLATION FROM URDU.......PREFACE OF DHAYAAN MAIN GUM

      DHAYAAN  (meditative involvement)

Poetry is an explainable compendium that is itself its reason. Perhaps that is why I have always been unable to have a perception of it completely. Why does it happen or why doesn’t, there are no answers to this even having a lot of justifications. What is poetry? As much as this question is important, is absurd the same way because every controversy becomes absurd after being discussed till centuries pass on. This absurdity and meaninglessness is the beginning as well as the end of the entire life. Simply I can say this that its any definition whenever is about to approach its completion, an unknown deficiency seems to be there to show its being ness and then intuition insists of something there that is less. I think whatever this “less” is the foundation as well as the building of the poetry. This potential difference renews creative attitudes and then converts it into poetry. Mir once said “Mir jee cahta hai kaya kaya kuchh”(O Mir!  This Heart Wants Unspecified Things Having No Limits). Among these unspecified things whatever is there or not, around this difference the poetry moves and flourishes. It occurs to point out such a life that is not itself the life but is the next stage of life. That is there, seems more civilized and durable and that have a strong and specific touch of the life being passed on in this earth. However life can be created as a poem but a poem cannot be a life.

Higher poetic experience is a developing panorama of great words that is dependent on a real state of knowledge, analysis, deep sensational and observatory system. That is why the absence of this entire system can incite the poet to versify but never be a reason for a masterpiece in higher literary and poetic experience because to be a poet it is very natural but a great poet is the miracle of the existence oneself own. To see, think and try to explore the meanings are the basic factors of the stream of creation and if vision, thoughts and consciousness belong to that individual then the same creative flux at a stage of elevation changes itself into the individualism and so at last differentiates the being as an individual. So it flows for a moment outwards and sometimes inwards   between the inner and outer cosmos of an individual being.

Reaching at this stage there comes the interrogation as a result of this potential difference, which strongly takes part in keeping this difference always fresh. And till that difference flows, it continues. The disturbance in its imaginative flow appears as the first sign of next coming of an end and the rest as the end of life. Perhaps this is the reason (why) life never stays in a single being and exists by transferring itself to other beings to make it possible that it might survive. Regarding this, to establish the race (it) is not only a task for an individual but for all. For this the inciting force is the biggest power in the world and if it’s not understood very correctly, then the society will certainly become sick.

I was born in the same sick society that is a result of an incomplete intermixes of different and opposite civilizations and is a fruit of ideologically, starved ones who are being so for the centuries. Nevertheless I have to fight against this incomplete intercourse and starvation of ideas and maintain this fight forever. It is so because this war field in which I am, is not itself at rest. It is due to what, is undeterminable and unknown. To find out unknown is to know him and knowing himself is the end of a being.)

To follow it is to follow love blindly and sometimes by calculating facts. Because love has such a mystical force that can tame a person to behave like it wants. Purely love-based attraction has a higher rank in its aptitude. This is the one shade of love. Everyone is blessed during his life by this and being so, it flourishes the feelings of respect, which establishes changes in human attitude. These changes hold the world and a family at a point but stops as soon as the existence becomes abstract. But the other shade of love always bears healthy attitudes. This is now based on the intermingling of existence and love and by this way every attitude of dynamic life becomes respectable. The every single attitude is dependable on its survival to this one. And this is the prime of love.

Most of us think so but don’t practice it practically. To me the existence is more important than anything conceptual. All intuitional matters occur inside the being and flourishes there and similarly make connections with the outer space from here to achieve supernatural. Having the fact to be connected with the sublime frequency of surreal events, these phenomena while completing the cycle and acquiring their identity, try to come out from this astonishing world. During this process no disconnection with the material being takes place.

Without having enough knowledge of a compound of different and opposite social and pure sciences it is almost impossible to understand these philosophical abstractions. We are not experiencing our breaths in an era related with miracles but in a world of virtual reality. Our exploration is a few steps ahead from uncertain happening or miracles. Many of happenings are seemed to be hollow against logic and filled with pure feelings. I (yet do not have) enough arguments in this regard but know that nothing (has) happened there without any scientific reality. Something that we never knew is known now and that is not yet known will be known and so this sequence will go on forever. At this stage I have no doubt to say that the human feeling is always logical and it then produces some creative logic as a result of an unspecified interaction. It always flourishes in the unconscious of mind appears unexpectedly. So it may be uncertain that the situation always gives the same results. That’s why we always collectively learn beyond the limits of any knowledge that has an end. Therefore at the height of higher knowledge we remain unable to distinguish literature and science and so, the complete knowledge cannot be possible by means of being ness and nothingness.

That is the reason that the poetic track is filled with unspecific ups and downs of mysteries of life even before and after. Now, there is a need to learn about the most dominant factor of life that is based on the link between dream and reality to understand the absolute nature of poetry. Otherwise it is like an act to understand the most complex system of computer hard and soft ware and to even modify it in an era of thousand years ago. Human life begins on the bases of realities and meets an end by renewing these facts. If it is recommended then the question does arise how can life flow from beginning to an end without having any potential difference? Evidently no. As it is needed for the flow of water to have the source upward from the point it is required, similarly for life it is essential to flow from the reality to dream. But by this formulation it is not possible for life to flow towards reality from dream. However a difference is lying there between this flow of two types. For water the reason to flow has to be built but life is itself the reason of its run. That is why it starts from the reality and goes to the extreme of the dream and this is the place where life is at its prime. Then from here it flows towards its logical end and once again changes itself into the reality for its renewal. This is the reason for life.

A person opens his eyes in the same factual morning and shines greatly till afternoon and becomes so luminous that the time when shadows start prevailing, he steps in the boundaries of dream. Slowly and steadily these images paint its deeper impact but dreams become more laminar in the intense light of that human. Nevertheless he does not feel any disturbance to perceive the facts and then he sees every phenomenon without realizing that the night has gone so in this way that the first light ray carries him back in the morning of facts. This is the difference, which appears as a result of the sunsets and from here poetry, emerges to be located. There is no need of any blind faith to understand this phenomenon at all.

The flow of life is due to the unbalancing attitude of life. Equilibrium is not an actual sign of life but a symbol of rest and its meaning are exactly opposite to the flow. Here we do need to understand this rule too that apparently the existence of the universe is the substitute of the equilibrium and according to the laws of physics anything that lies in it, is in a dynamic equilibrium and this is also a fact. But the question does arise, that is this universe alive or does it have to burrow the existence of life or does the life have another identity beyond this? This universe is a dead one according to the laws of science and even by means of intuition because even equilibrium is dynamic, and a regular sign of rest and rest is a particular reference to death. So life is actually not a sign of equilibrium. It can be understood by assuming if a person puts his steps to stand on the two sides of the sea-saw’s fulcrum to make it in a state of equilibrium at an equal distance from ground then we say that he has balanced the wings of the sea-saw. From any angle of the three-dimensional plan, this view would be exactly according to rules of equilibrium.

At this stage there can be one more situation. That person may balance the two wings of sea-saw by making efforts on it. If he does so then it would be his self-imposed death or if he continuously tries till he becomes effortless and meets the ground, it would be his natural death. In short life it is only what he does to balance the wings of sea-saw, otherwise the two conditions would be an announcement of the end of life. This certain period is the period of life.

In fact as a result of it he wants to be immortal. By considering this temporary end as a permanent one, he unconsciously wants to capture it. His real destination is rest. That rest which is holding the universe and in which the dead universe has been living an immortal life since time started. He wants to live a peaceful life, which is not only very different to our unbalanced lives but also opposite.

At this stage a line of distinction has been sketched between these two types of lives. Who is the sketcher, if it is not important than why it is sketched? The answer is also hidden in the principle of potential difference. The flow of life runs towards dead universe from the living one. Dead universe is infinite and life has not been able to fill its any notable part ever since it has been originated. That is why in living universe life even after meeting an end many times never disappeared completely. It is being transferred continuously to fill the gap. The voyage of life is immortal and this flow is a regular part of the creation of universe. And the whole of it completely consists of “being ness”(subsistence) and “nothingness”.

Now the reason for “being ness” and “nothingness” is like to caste pearls before the swine. Only this comes to the mind that no nothingness unless there is being ness and so this universe all the time tells the story of becomingness. This story always remains fresh. Every moment of its freshness leads the artist to that elevated end of the creation where higher literature is established, classical paintings are produced and the art is extracted. It does happen because that is the whole need. It seems unavoidable to happen in the friendship of the love that is an extract of the universe and the wind that is the symbol of life and movement on earth. Such need of becomingness makes us realize the factor of time. The “time” that is still and never moves at all, begins to flow abruptly. Wind blows and blows, time passes on and on, love changes lives and so the universe (remains spreading for being endless. And so space remains unfold. Time that is the resident of it at last spreads out of its limits. This happens in the friendship of love and wind.

An artist then knits the nets of creativity after getting relaxed and has enjoyed the art of thoughts. He spreads that net for the fish of creativity and those fish get escaped once again by comparatively loose holes of the net in the ocean of mind. The artist’s fancied thoughts and imagination, conscious and unconscious travel ambles from one island to another in this ocean. Everything is connected here with the happenings of the outer world all the time. These motivations help him to knit the net again and again to spread it. He spreads the net again and again and the fish of creativity slips through the holes till the moment of elevation comes when the smallest fish can find no gap to escape. The artist creates in such a moment of elevation and ecstasy and perhaps human bodies come nearer and nearer to produce a new existence. This process is an evidence for living beauty. This activity is elegant and pain oriented, therefore it absorbs all the misfortunes of life. So every creator always appreciates his creation. To evaluate and enjoy this fact, it is needed to feel the experience of the artist that is not impossible but very difficult indeed.

This experience is the poetry that does not mean to remain always the same. Therefore whenever a reader shares it, he gets his own results. That’s why poetry always remains alive. And so paintings always seem dynamic. It seems that the blood is about to run in the veins of the universe. It happens in the friendship between love and wind. That’s why love is the immortal expression of time and wind is a gift of mysteries for the doors and the deserted lands of a city of dreams. So they do not need to have a start and care for an end. A mystery is a place for philosophical needs, in and out, good and evil and all other factual sciences and love is the only source to express them. The wish to express the mystery, finally provides the base for this friendship. Happenings are the life. The process from pain to cure and cure to pain, paints life with fortunes and miseries. people like us have to collect these colours and adjust them into words. The words----- that are itself deaf, dumb and blind and not even capable to move but bless those who have these senses. At the end they proved to be our best companions…………