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Dilwalon kya dekh rahe ho

Lovers, what do you seek in these streets?
Here loneliness reigns till the end of vision.

Stillness is again licking the lamp's tears
This ravaged city will never settle.

This house has the silence of the whole forest.
Come evening, winds will stir within this grove.

Those caught betraying the heart,
for them too, the world will change.

Dear Razi, why so quiet tonight?
Speak up, your silence is spreading the tale


दिलवालो क्या देख रहे हो इन राहों में, इन राहों में
हद्द-ए-नज़र तक ये वीरानी साथ चलेगी, साथ चलेगी

सन्नाटे फिर शमा के आँसू चाट रहे हैं, चाट रहे हैं
ये बस्ती जो उजड़ गई है अब न बसेगी, अब न बसेगी

घर के अंदर सारे जंगल का सन्नाटा, सन्नाटा
शाम हुई तो इस जंगल में हवा चलेगी, हवा चलेगी

जिनके हाथों दिल की ये तौहीन हुई है, तौहीन हुई है
उनके लिये भी ये दुनिया ऐसी न रहेगी, ऐसी न रहेगी

'रज़ि' मियाँ तुम शाम से कैसे चुप बैठे हो, चुप बैठे हो
कुछ तो बोलो ऐसी चुप से बात बढ़ेगी, बात बढ़ेगी

Today I started the day watching this beautiful video describing ee cumming's shortest poem. Loneliness, in essence, is but a fleeting departure from oneness. It's a poetic analogy: akin to the way a leaf descends, parting from its larger entity, the tree, only to merge with the earth – a greater whole. The solitude experienced by the leaf during its descent is merely a momentary pause in its intrinsic oneness.
 
ee cummings' shortest poem

l(a

le
af
fa

ll

s)
one
l

iness

—ee cummings

More on "l(a"


"l(a" is a remarkable and innovative poem written by E. E. Cummings, a celebrated American poet known for his unconventional and experimental approach to poetry. This poem serves as the opening piece in his 1958 collection titled "95 Poems." "l(a" is a prime example of Cummings' unique style and his ability to blend form and content in a way that captivates readers.

The most striking aspect of "l(a" is its visual structure. The poem is presented in a vertical format, with groups of one to five letters stacked one on top of the other. However, when the text is read horizontally, it unveils two different interpretations. The first reading reveals "l(a leaf falls)oneliness," where the word "loneliness" is interrupted by the insertion of the phrase "a leaf falls" between its initial letters "l" and "o." The second reading presents "l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness," with "one l iness" formed by the insertion of "le af fa ll s" between "a l" and "oneliness."

Cummings' biographer, Richard S. Kennedy, has aptly described "l(a" as "the most delicately beautiful literary construct that Cummings ever created." This poem showcases Cummings' mastery of language and his ability to convey profound ideas through minimalist and visually striking means.

The central theme of "l(a" revolves around loneliness, a topic that is symbolically represented by a single falling leaf. In the realm of literature and symbolism, a solitary falling leaf is often associated with solitude and isolation. Cummings cleverly employs the structural fragmentation of the poem's words to visually emphasize the theme of separation, which is the root cause of loneliness. The fragmented word "loneliness" itself becomes a potent symbol, as it highlights the presence of "one" within it, suggesting that even in isolation, there is an inherent oneness or unity.

The isolated letter "l" in the poem can initially be mistaken for the numeral one, creating the effect that the leaf remains one, or "oneliness," whole within itself, even after being detached from the tree. This play on words and visual elements adds depth and complexity to the poem's exploration of loneliness and individuality.

"l(a" is a prime example of Cummings' ability to merge form and content to convey profound emotions and ideas. It reminds readers of other works by Cummings that experiment with typography and structure, such as "i carry your heart with me(i carry it in," and "Buffalo Bill's defunct." These poems, like "l(a," challenge conventional notions of poetry and invite readers to explore the interplay between language and meaning in innovative ways.

From Isolation to Unity - Tuhi Tuhi



E. E. Cummings' poem "l(a" beautifully echoes the theme of seeking oneness through acceptance of separation, akin to profound meditation on "tuhi tuhi" or "you only." Both these poems invite readers to contemplate the journey from isolation to unity. Cummings' poem uses the falling leaf as a metaphor for loneliness and its eventual integration with a larger whole, illustrating the transient nature of solitude. Similarly, the meditation on "tuhi tuhi" emphasizes the singular focus on the Divine, where the seeker strives to dissolve their individual identity and merge completely with the divine essence, achieving a state of spiritual oneness. In both cases, these texts encourage individuals to embrace separation and isolation as steps towards a deeper, more profound connection with the larger, interconnected universe.

Kabir says, When one give up "I", one become you. The letting go is like the fall of the leaf.  This is how Kabir becomes one. Tu Tu Karta Tu Hua

Saying you you, I became you
Now everywhere I look, I see you




Our friends might leave us. Our families might leave us. But you stay!  Raghunath's support is unending. The leaf falls but finds support in the earth.  This is the support of being one. Tek Ek Raghunath.  The one support is Raghunath. The support of Raghunath is oneness. 

My associates and companions have all deserted me; no one remains with me.
Says Nanak, in this tragedy, the Lord alone is my Support. ||55||



The only loneliness in the world is separation from you. When Guru Gobind Singh is utterly isolated in the jungles of Machhiwara he sings not about the separation from his worldly family, not about losing all his worldly possessions, he writes an ode about missing "you", who he calls "the loving friend", mittar pyare nu: 






In the book Journal of a Solitude, the poet May Sarton once wrote that “Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self.”   

Poems can be companions when you are alone. In his poem, The Day is Done, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow invites a poem to soothe his feelings, and in turns soothes anyone who reads his words:
Come, read to me some poem,
      Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
      And banish the thoughts of day.

The following poems soothe my feelings:

Tagore - Jodi Tor Dak Shune

Jodi tor đak shune keu na ashe tôbe êkla chôlo re,
Êkla chôlo, êkla chôlo, êkla chôlo, êkla chôlo re.
Jodi keu kôtha na kôe, ore ore o ôbhaga,
Jodi shôbai thake mukh firaee shôbai kôre bhôe---
Tôbe pôran khule
O tui mukh fuţe tor moner kôtha êkla bôlo re.
Jodi shôbai fire jae, ore ore o ôbhaga,
Jodi gôhon pôthe jabar kale keu fire na chae---
Tôbe pôther kãţa
O tui rôktomakha chôrontôle êkla dôlo re.
Jodi alo na dhôre, ore ore o ôbhaga,
Jodi jhôŗ-badole ãdhar rate duar dêe ghôre---
Tôbe bojranôle
Apon buker pãjor jalie nie êkla jôlo re.

Tagore's English translation

If they answer not to thy call walk alone,
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou unlucky one,
open thy mind and speak out alone.

If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou unlucky one,
trample the thorns under thy tread,
and along the blood-lined track travel alone.

If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou unlucky one,
with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart
and let it burn alone.


William Stafford - Royalty in Desperation

A Story That Could Be True

If you were exchanged in the cradle and
your real mother died
without ever telling the story
then no one knows your name,
and somewhere in the world
your father is lost and needs you
but you are far away.
He can never find
how true you are, how ready.
When the great wind comes
and the robberies of the rain
you stand on the corner shivering.
The people who go by—
you wonder at their calm.
They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
“Who are you really, wanderer?”—
and the answer you have to give
no matter how dark and cold
the world around you is:
“Maybe I’m a king.”

- William Stafford 

Guru Arjan - Bhinni Rainariye

The night is beautiful
but everyone is asleep
Still, the saints are awake
they are awake day and night
to see the stars twinkling in the sky
and in the dewdrops on petals and sepals

More on Bhinni Rainariye


Song by Adrienne Rich

Song

“You’re wondering if I’m lonely;
OK then, yes, I’m lonely
as a plane rides lonely and level
on its radio beam, aiming
across the Rockies
for the blue-strung aisles
of an airfield on the ocean

You want to ask, am I lonely?
Well, of course, lonely
as a woman driving across country
day after day, leaving behind
mile after mile
little towns she might have stopped
and lived and died in, lonely

If I’m lonely
it must be the loneliness
of waking first, of breathing
dawn’s first cold breath on the city
of being the one awake
in a house wrapped in sleep

If I’m lonely
it’s with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it’s neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning”

—Adrienne Rich

Unto my books - Emily Dickinson


Unto my books so good to turn
Far ends of tired days;
It half endears the abstinence,
And pain is missed in praise.

As flavors cheer retarded guests
With banquetings to be,
So spices stimulate the time
Till my small library.

It may be wilderness without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday excludes the night,
And it is bells within.

I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf;
Their countenances bland
Enamour in prospective,
And satisfy, obtained.

- Emily Dickinson

Acquainted with the Night - Robert Frost


I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 
I have been one acquainted with the night.

- Robert Frost

The one thing I probably have common with other introverts is that we love being alone. So despite all the restrictions of the pandemic, hasn't it truly been a wonderful year where we haven't had to make social obligations? I think so!  I have had a lot of time to read at beautiful poetry like the one by Adrienne Rich here. Happy to be secluded in what Emily Dickinson would call her Kinsmen of the Shelf. 

Song

“You’re wondering if I’m lonely;
OK then, yes, I’m lonely
as a plane rides lonely and level
on its radio beam, aiming
across the Rockies
for the blue-strung aisles
of an airfield on the ocean

You want to ask, am I lonely?
Well, of course, lonely
as a woman driving across country
day after day, leaving behind
mile after mile
little towns she might have stopped
and lived and died in, lonely

If I’m lonely
it must be the loneliness
of waking first, of breathing
dawn’s first cold breath on the city
of being the one awake
in a house wrapped in sleep

If I’m lonely
it’s with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it’s neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning”

—Adrienne Rich

Adrienne Rich (May 16, 1929 – March 27, 2012) was an American poet, essayist and feminist. She was one of the most widely read and influential poets of the second half of the 20th century.  

https://itisalwayssunrisesomewhere.wordpress.com/2013/12/12/the-liberation-of-loneliness/

The Liberation of Loneliness: 

An Analysis of Unconventional Connotations in Adrienne Rich’s “Song”

 

Connotations contribute to our perception and use of a word. They are the overtones that words have acquired over time. “Loneliness,” the subject of Adrienne Rich’s poem “Song,” has a well-established, but limited network of overtones. Its connotations are centered on a set of undesirable feelings: depression, confusion, and isolation. However, the speaker in Rich’s poem defines loneliness in a way that rids it of these conventional connotations. She concedes to being lonely, conventionally only in the aspect that she is alone, but then instead of relating loneliness to its usual connotations the speaker re-appropriates loneliness by associating it to the independence and self-awareness she feels. Through a series of specific and interconnected images, she reveals that her loneliness, and the qualities that accompany it, are a permanent part of her being.

Rich employs similes of travel in the first two stanzas of her poem to illustrate how the speaker finds freedom and purpose in her loneliness. She admits to being lonely, but only under the condition that it is “lonely as a plane” and “as a woman driving across country” (2; 9). Both of these similes compare loneliness to traveling, which is suggestive of movement and freedom, as emphasized by the large distances covered by the plane and the woman. The plane is also described as flying “level/on its radio beam” (3-4). It is stable and guided by its own signal. Secondly, it is “aiming…for… an airfield on the ocean” (4-7). It is purposeful; it has a specific direction and goal. The woman on the other hand is not described as going towards something, but “leaving behind… little towns she might have stopped/and lived and died in” (11-14). As she goes forward, the woman forsakes settled existence, indicating that she has no ties to and no dependence on these towns for her livelihood. She is autonomous. Accordingly, through the use of these two similes, the speaker specifies what her loneliness is like. While the conventional connotation suggests that loneliness can be oppressive, here the speaker establishes loneliness as being free, secure, motivated, and self-sufficient.

The following two stanzas build on the speaker’s personal definition of loneliness. The author’s use of metaphors and personification show how self-aware the speaker feels in her loneliness. She describes the loneliness of being awake “in a house wrapped in sleep” (20). In reality, sleep cannot physically wrap something. Thus, this metaphor transforms sleep into something tangible and implies that everything within the confines of the house is bound by sleep. But the speaker, despite being in the house, opposes herself to this constraint, and is instead awake and perceptive. Her objective is well defined, and even if she is within the house she is not restricted by it. Moreover, a house cannot sleep. Instead of individualizing each inhabitant of the house, she personifies the house. This strengthens her opposition with regards to the other inhabitants because they are not individualized, but she is. She can separate herself from an entity, while the other inhabitants cannot, suggesting that her loneliness is accompanied by the power of choice.

Whereas she opposes herself with the house she also says that she is lonely “with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore” (22).  The speaker unites her loneliness to an object that is “ice-fast” and hence un-wavering in its state. She furthers this comparison by personifying the boat, saying that it “knows what it is…it’s neither/ice nor mud nor winter light/but wood” (24-26). Her loneliness makes her aware of her boundaries. She knows what she is not, and what she is composed of. Hence, her relationship to her environment is unambiguous. Additionally, the boat has “a gift for burning” (26). A gift in this sense is a talent or a skill. The boat’s aptitude for burning is what sets it apart and, thus, defines it. The ice, the mud, and the winter light cannot burn, but the wood can. This potential to burn is linked to the images of fire and light which are suggestive of intensity, passion, and life. The speaker’s loneliness, therefore, is a source of all this energy. Furthermore, this talent acquires an almost rebellious attitude when it is compared to the winter setting that surrounds the boat. Winter is a season of cold, death, and harsh conditions, quite the opposite of burning and the images it evokes. The speaker’s careful delineation of the boat’s position and composition shows that her loneliness defies the natural order of things. It is not just well-established, but imposing. As a result, loneliness in this poem is empowering; it does not carry any of its usual connotations of depression and confusion.

To strengthen this unconventional definition of loneliness, Rich not only repeats the word “lonely” throughout the poem, but several other words as well. First of all, the word “lonely” is used at least once in every stanza. Consequently, the images presented in each stanza have one thing in common: they are all related to loneliness, and thus to each other. Other repetitions are also found in each stanza serving to link their own connotations to the speaker’s loneliness.  Repetition not only emphasizes the words themselves, but emphasizes their relation to the word “lonely” because the reader is more likely to remember a word that is repeated. To begin, the repetition of “across” in the first and second stanza implies that her loneliness knows no limits (5; 10). In the second stanza, the repetitions “day after day” and “mile after mile” implies her loneliness is not temporary, but a permanent condition (11; 12). The placement of “first” alongside “lonely” in the third stanza emphasizes the singular and superior aspect of her loneliness (17; 18). Someone who is “first” is a pioneer or a champion. Thus, her loneliness is exceptional. In the same stanza, “breath” and “breathing” appear (17; 18). This repetition connects loneliness to one of the conditions of being alive. Finally, the repetition of “that knows” in the last stanza stresses how her loneliness makes her self-aware because when one knows one understands (24). The repetition of all these words alongside the word “lonely” unites them, giving the poem a sense of continuity and helping to create the speaker’s unconventional definition of loneliness.

The speaker’s loneliness is not transitory, but part of her identity. Her loneliness is not sad or secluding, but empowering and enduring.  By endowing “loneliness” with unconventional connotations, its connotative power is enriched. Rich makes us realize that words are mutable and not clearly defined. They carry their historical overtones, but no specifications and can, therefore, only be well-defined with respect to a linguistic environment. Much like the row-boat in this poem is defined by its surroundings; loneliness takes its shape from the context of the poem. It is as if we meet loneliness in person, but instead of confirming our expectations, we are awed by its new dimensions.

Interestingly, on Valentine's day someone shared a poem of despair by Charles Bukowski: Alone with Everybody.  A very interesting poem about the truth of humanity.  First the poem, and then I'll share some of my comments and some from others. 


Alone with Everybody by Charles Bukowski


the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,

and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much

and nobody finds the
one

but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

My Notes

The title and feeling of the poem reminds me of a sher from a Jagjit Singh Ghazal:

Har Taraf Har Jagah Beshumaar Aadmi
Phir Bhi Tanhaayion Ka Shikaar Aadmi

In every direction, in every place, there is man.
Even then, loneliness hunts this man!

Full Ghazal: Har Taraf Har Jagah


Bukowski in his lamentations reminds me of the Punjabi poet Shiv Kumar Batalvi and also Guru Tegh Bahadur.  For example here is Shiv Kumar Batalvi's ghazal 

ਤੂੰ ਵਿਦਾ ਹੋਇਉਂ ਮੇਰੇ ਦਿਲ ਤੇ ਉਦਾਸੀ ਛਾ ਗਈ
ਪੀੜ ਦਿਲ ਦੀ ਬੂੰਦ ਬਣ ਕੇ ਅੱਖੀਆਂ ਵਿਚ ਆ ਗਈ

When you left, loneliness overcame my heart
And the pain of my heart became tears in my eyes

ਦੂਰ ਤਕ ਮੇਰੀ ਨਜ਼ਰ ਤੇਰੀ ਪੈੜ ਚੁੰਮਦੀ ਰਹੀ
ਫੇਰ ਤੇਰੀ ਪੈੜ ਰਾਹਾਂ ਦੀ ਮਿੱਟੀ ਖਾ ਗਈ

ਤੁਰਨ ਤੋਂ ਪਹਿਲਾ ਸੀ ਤੇਰੇ ਜੋਬਨ ਤੇ ਬਹਾਰ
ਤੁਰਨ ਪਿੱਛੋਂ ਵੇਖਿਆ ਕਿ ਹਰ ਕਲੀ ਕੁਮਲਾ ਗਈ

ਉਸ ਦਿਨ ਪਿੱਛੋਂ ਅਸਾਂ ਨਾ ਬੋਲਿਆ ਨਾ ਵੇਖਿਆ
ਇਹ ਜ਼ਬਾਂ ਖਾਮੋਸ਼ ਹੋ ਗਈ ਤੇ ਨਜ਼ਰ ਪਥਰਾ ਗਈ

ਇਸ਼ਕ ਨੂੰ ਸੌਗਾਤ ਜਿਹੜੀ ਪੀੜ ਸੈਂ ਤੂੰ ਦੇ ਗਿਉਂ
ਅੰਤ ਉਹੀਉ ਪੀੜ 'ਸ਼ਿਵ' ਨੂੰ ਖਾਂਦੀ ਖਾਂਦੀ ਖਾ ਗਈ



Others' Analysis on Alone with Everybody

The ending of Alone with Everybody is certainly interesting. The speaker is clearly searching to fill a void that he feels in his life. This void, he believes, is the lack of a person to share his life with. He loses hope that the void can be filled. He has never seen this void filled in someone’s life, and he has certainly never felt it filled in his own. He feels empty and desolate. So he lists the things that he has seen filled: dumps, junkyards, madhouses, hospitals, and graveyards, but not the human heart. He concludes, “nothing else fills”. And so he ends his poem with the same feeling of utter meaninglessness with which it began. Though he is surrounded by people, he feels alone. He feels he is nothing but bone covered by flesh, with a mind that “they” gave him as an after-thought. He believes he may or may not have a soul, and he feels hopeless at the prospect of filling the void in his heart.

Charles Bukowski’s poetry is often associated with by references to alcohol, sex, and perpetual sadness. In his poem “Alone with Everybody,” Bukowski addresses all three topics. This freeform poem describes the pain that comes with trying to find “the one” romantic partner to be with for eternity, and how no one will ever truly find this person, despite so many attempts. The title itself states that each of us is destined to be “alone,” or unhappy in a relationship. In yet another poem where “Bukowski writes with no apologies from the frayed edge of society” (Kessler). The tone of this poem is just as cynical and sad as one could expect from any Bukowski work, but still tells an honest truth about the romanticization of finding “the one” and how these unrealistic expectations sets one up for disappointment. 

The speaker opens by reducing people to “flesh” and “bone,” (line 1) mere animals with instincts to find one another. He goes on to say that “they” (line 2) made the idea that there is “sometimes a soul” (line 4) in us. The speaker is clearly cynical of the idea that humans have anything more than just a skeleton in us- it is clear that the speaker believes that a soul is a human construct. In addition, the speaker is so pessimistic of human emotions that he/she describes then by their skin and skeletons instead. By reducing people to nothing but a physical body, the speaker is proving a point about how finding love is not what people think it is. This is a cynical way of seeing humans’ desire to find love and romance, only to be expected by 

Bukowski, a writer with a “loner persona” (Economou). The speaker goes on to explain in lines 5-8 how people’s sadness and utter loneliness can be expressed through different outlets.

and the women break 

vases against the walls 

and the men drink too 

much

Here, it is clear how women who are expected to remain cool, calm, and collected are likely to lose themselves in an angry burst, while men who often suppress their feelings will drink their sadness away. Even the word choice in how the speaker explains their violent coping mechanisms is vital here- a “vase” (line 6) tends to be feminine, as it is a household item used to hold flowers. The men “drink” (line 7) because alcohol is a way to internalize their pain, another form of escapism. These raw descriptions of how heartbroken people employ different forms of self-destruction to deal with their pain add to the bleak tone of the poem. 

In the next line, the speaker explains how people are constantly searching for their soulmate despite so many failed attempts at doing so, how they are constantly “crawling in and out / of beds” (lines 13-14) in search for someone to love them. The metaphor of humans being mere “flesh” comes back into play because humans are always looking for another body to fulfill their need. The people are “crawling” as if they are wounded, though in this case the speaker is insinuating that this is emotional pain they are struggling with. These people are desperate for affection and relief, a person to call their own or at least a place to escape. Bukowski uses this poem to suggest that people are defeated and depressed from heartbreak

Then, the speaker makes a daring statement that every human has the same destiny of loneliness- that “no one ever finds / the one” (lines 25-26). This controversial negative opinion of romance sets the theme for the entire poem. This is also where the title is so revealing; “Alone With Everybody” refers to how each person will end up alone, but everybody is together in having this destiny. 

The last few lines go on to say that although “junkyards” (line 28) and cemeteries and “hospitals” (line 30)  might fill up with garbage and humans, this is all that will be filled. The speaker chooses to use these places as examples because they are the opposite of the romance he/she is so critical of. These are places that are full of despair and sadness, which is the the negative reality the speaker is highlighting. When it comes down to people’s desire to be with someone else, to feel less lonely and “fill” the void inside them, this will never come. The speaker’s view is that people will always be alone, no matter how hard they try. 

Charles Bukowski’s poetry leaves readers with a sense of familiar sadness. In his poem “Alone with Everybody,” Bukowski does not disappoint. This freeform poem describes the pain that comes with trying to find “the one” romantic partner to be with for eternity, and how no one will ever truly find this person, despite so many attempts. Throughout these lines, Bukowski uses specific word choices and metaphors to maintain a theme of hopelessness and loneliness. 

The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.  - Mark Twain
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