Romancing one’s own company

Source: The Hitavada      Date: 16 Jan 2018 11:23:09


 

By Vijay Phanshikar,


 

 

 

 

The seldom tugs of silence,
The mystic waves of ignorance,
Creates an illusion of emptiness,
Often mistaken as loneliness.

The sadistic use of words,
The blatant ties with denial,
Creates an illusion of emptiness
Often mistaken as loneliness

The absence of gratitude,
The dream of greener patches,
Creates an illusion of emptiness,
Often mistaken as loneliness.

The diversion from spirituality,
The sheer lack of trust,
Creates an illusion of emptiness,
Often mistaken as loneliness.

The ignoring of blessings,
The pain of memories,
Creates an illusion of emptiness,
Often mistaken as loneliness.

The whispering of kindness,
The offering of helping hands,
Removes the illusion of emptiness,
Often mistaken as loneliness.

- ‘Illusion of Loneliness’,
By Mubina Masood, Lahore

THere may not be any simpler yet as
powerful expression on what loneliness
could mean.


In human psyche, when things do not seem to go right, when things tend to go berserk, when things threaten to get torn asunder, a sense of loneliness takes over. Obviously, the poet, Mubina Masood, meditated to the depth of the feeling of loneliness. There, in that profound state of inner search, she stumbled upon different conditions which we tend to call loneliness. What a perfect effort to decipher facets of loneliness, what a wonderfully simple way to look at what makes one feel that there is no one whose shoulder is available for resting, crying, laughing ...!


Upon first reading, the poem’s simplicity fascinates one. Then emerge the meanings of the words in their resplendence. For, when a thought until now undecipherable starts assuming understandable meaning, then what emerges in the inner mind is a light -- of knowledge, of joy, of a sudden discovery of something that had been so illusory!


Yes, as the poet insists, loneliness is illusory, never actual, never real. It is a mental condition that is caused by factors we are unable to decipher correctly:


The seldom tugs of silence,
The mystic waves of ignorance ...
The sadistic use of words,
The blatant ties with denial ...
The absence of gratitude,
The dream of greener patches ...
The diversion from spirituality,
The sheer lack of trust ...

Let us take the idea further and deeper. When is one really
lonely? Actually never. For, one has one’s own company. Then, can one be really lonely? Can there be really a moment when there is no one whose shoulder one has to cry, to rest, to laugh, to lean?


Mubina Masood gets deeper into contemplation. She refuses to call anything as a lonely condition. And then she unravels
meanings of various factors that affect one’s mood and makes one feel without any substratum to stand upon, without anyone in company.

Then comes a moment when
The whispering of kindness,
The offering of helping hands,
Removes the illusion of emptiness,
Often mistaken as loneliness.

There could never be any simpler approach to one of human mind’s most sickening phases -- loneliness, or the so-called loneliness. There is nothing like being lonely, my dear, the poet seems to insist. There are only conditions that we read as loneliness. In actuality, they are fake signals that we have Often mistaken as loneliness ...!


A lot can be written on this simple approach. But, this is one poem that urges one to stop toying with words, and start romancing in one’s own company.