Darling Stand By Me….Stand By Me !
Spain has always offered a warm and friendly welcome to humble dervish…this time it started even from the aircraft. The Pakistani passport receives the legendary protocol…and this time humble dervish was given the last seat of the Aircraft…..and what seems to be kind of “Negro Discrimination” turned out to be a real fun. First there was no one sitting with me, so I could easily “rule the kingdom” of three seats….but the fun part was my neighboring state of “ Felix Santo and Mreijya”….a very interesting typical Espanola couple…….full of life…Felix is probably some construction engineer….or at least this is what I can get from what he told me in Spanish…until some one translates it for me…he comes from El Canto city…..and both were visiting Berlin on their holiday. Mreijya was fond of taking pictures and very generous in throwing the smiles on everyone she encounters….she must have been “Billo Rani” of El Canto…..
The curtains were raised….stage was all set….music..lights…sound effects..and characters. It was not in front of me….this was not 3D or 4D stage…it was totally a DD ( Divine Dimension), I was part of the stage and at the same time the observer and observed……..my character was very specific….a very defined role…….my role was to search for Him and end up finding myself.
Time is not linear or cyclic…for dervish it is the fall of moments….and when he is in the moment…he is everywhere…all the curtains are raised and he is able to see the stage and what is being staged..It was such a moment on Mari magnum Barcelona De Port…. We were crossing the bridge from Barcelona De Port to Marimagnaum……the bridge was all crowded with the tourists….It was not the moaning of separation from the Nay of Moulana Rumi…….it was the celebration of union coming out through the strings of guitar…a group of three street singers were singing the songs of joy. And the sweet melody traveling on the wings of the cool breeze of Mediterranean…..chained my feet from moving further..
When The Night has come,
And the land is dark
And the Moon
Is only light we’ll see
No I won’t be afraid
No I won’t be afraid
Just as Long as you Stand
Stand By Me !
So Darlin’ Darlin Stand by Me …Oh Stand by Me….. the singer was singing…..dervish stood by Him…..all the curtains raised…..claps…applause… the first scene was about to start. “ Nahan O Aqrab khenda khenda O saade vehde aya.” …..Shah Rag se bhi qareeb….. “ How beautiful is the melody and the lyrics”? Seher was standing by me.
I never imagined in my thoughts that I will encounter her in this outlook; sleeveless shirt with tattoos on the arms……lips, ears, nose all pierced; cigarette in fingers ….old jeans …..gypsy looks with the same penetrating eyes. It was only the eyes which were same …she was a tall girl now..
How do you manage to change yourself like this… “ Is it me?” said she.” Who changes?” staring into my eyes again with a meaningful smile as it was me who was changing and not her..But I am the same as you left me in Turkey…even am wearing the same clothes….” That is your outlook; look inside you….i reflect your inner state.” She said; “ Aren’t you a gypsy?” How you can claim not to be?....Look at my face ; whose mirror I am? The intoxication of your wine is me….you are the one who is travelling but its my body which is on unrest…its my face which carries the dust of the roads you have taken…Look at my face; whose mirror I am? I am your face and am annihilated in you..
Although I always felt complete in her company…but was fed up of these sudden mysterious appearances …I wanted to grab her arm and ask what the hell is this and where the hell am I?..As I approached her…she stepped back and said “ didn’t we agree that you wont touch me.”..Ok she said. But seriously do tell me what is this…..you keep on changing but you remain the same….time and space don’t apply on you….. “Love my lover…what satisfaction the definition of love gonna give you!”….lets listen to the music…you wanna smoke? She offered me the cigarette she was smoking. ..Koi Milan Bahana Sooch Layen….( find some excuse to meet….)…I took the cigarette from her and started smoking..
I started feeling cold……the extreme coldness suddenly turned extremely hot….she held my arm and started running…we were running on the deck…making our way through the tourists…..she suddenly found some stairs going down…..and there was a door. She knocked it couple of times in a particular rhythm and it opened into a tunnel…..it was like a metal tunnel probably connecting one ship to the other…all I was able and still able to recall is the feeling as if some secret was about to reveal….
We loki khende kyun roniyen aan…das keda bahana lavaan.
We Mahiya tere dekhen layi, chuk charkha gali vich dawaan.
Lokaan bhaane soot katdi…we tand teriyan yaadaan de pavaan !
Spain has always offered a warm and friendly welcome to humble dervish…this time it started even from the aircraft. The Pakistani passport receives the legendary protocol…and this time humble dervish was given the last seat of the Aircraft…..and what seems to be kind of “Negro Discrimination” turned out to be a real fun. First there was no one sitting with me, so I could easily “rule the kingdom” of three seats….but the fun part was my neighboring state of “ Felix Santo and Mreijya”….a very interesting typical Espanola couple…….full of life…Felix is probably some construction engineer….or at least this is what I can get from what he told me in Spanish…until some one translates it for me…he comes from El Canto city…..and both were visiting Berlin on their holiday. Mreijya was fond of taking pictures and very generous in throwing the smiles on everyone she encounters….she must have been “Billo Rani” of El Canto…..
The curtains were raised….stage was all set….music..lights…sound effects..and characters. It was not in front of me….this was not 3D or 4D stage…it was totally a DD ( Divine Dimension), I was part of the stage and at the same time the observer and observed……..my character was very specific….a very defined role…….my role was to search for Him and end up finding myself.
Time is not linear or cyclic…for dervish it is the fall of moments….and when he is in the moment…he is everywhere…all the curtains are raised and he is able to see the stage and what is being staged..It was such a moment on Mari magnum Barcelona De Port…. We were crossing the bridge from Barcelona De Port to Marimagnaum……the bridge was all crowded with the tourists….It was not the moaning of separation from the Nay of Moulana Rumi…….it was the celebration of union coming out through the strings of guitar…a group of three street singers were singing the songs of joy. And the sweet melody traveling on the wings of the cool breeze of Mediterranean…..chained my feet from moving further..
When The Night has come,
And the land is dark
And the Moon
Is only light we’ll see
No I won’t be afraid
No I won’t be afraid
Just as Long as you Stand
Stand By Me !
So Darlin’ Darlin Stand by Me …Oh Stand by Me….. the singer was singing…..dervish stood by Him…..all the curtains raised…..claps…applause… the first scene was about to start. “ Nahan O Aqrab khenda khenda O saade vehde aya.” …..Shah Rag se bhi qareeb….. “ How beautiful is the melody and the lyrics”? Seher was standing by me.
I never imagined in my thoughts that I will encounter her in this outlook; sleeveless shirt with tattoos on the arms……lips, ears, nose all pierced; cigarette in fingers ….old jeans …..gypsy looks with the same penetrating eyes. It was only the eyes which were same …she was a tall girl now..
How do you manage to change yourself like this… “ Is it me?” said she.” Who changes?” staring into my eyes again with a meaningful smile as it was me who was changing and not her..But I am the same as you left me in Turkey…even am wearing the same clothes….” That is your outlook; look inside you….i reflect your inner state.” She said; “ Aren’t you a gypsy?” How you can claim not to be?....Look at my face ; whose mirror I am? The intoxication of your wine is me….you are the one who is travelling but its my body which is on unrest…its my face which carries the dust of the roads you have taken…Look at my face; whose mirror I am? I am your face and am annihilated in you..
Although I always felt complete in her company…but was fed up of these sudden mysterious appearances …I wanted to grab her arm and ask what the hell is this and where the hell am I?..As I approached her…she stepped back and said “ didn’t we agree that you wont touch me.”..Ok she said. But seriously do tell me what is this…..you keep on changing but you remain the same….time and space don’t apply on you….. “Love my lover…what satisfaction the definition of love gonna give you!”….lets listen to the music…you wanna smoke? She offered me the cigarette she was smoking. ..Koi Milan Bahana Sooch Layen….( find some excuse to meet….)…I took the cigarette from her and started smoking..
I started feeling cold……the extreme coldness suddenly turned extremely hot….she held my arm and started running…we were running on the deck…making our way through the tourists…..she suddenly found some stairs going down…..and there was a door. She knocked it couple of times in a particular rhythm and it opened into a tunnel…..it was like a metal tunnel probably connecting one ship to the other…all I was able and still able to recall is the feeling as if some secret was about to reveal….
We loki khende kyun roniyen aan…das keda bahana lavaan.
We Mahiya tere dekhen layi, chuk charkha gali vich dawaan.
Lokaan bhaane soot katdi…we tand teriyan yaadaan de pavaan !
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