Shayari Aur Uryani
The concept of obscenity is largely relative. Something that appears obscene to a specific individual in a particular society might not seem so to someone from another society. This perception arises from the demands of specific circumstances and events, and it must be viewed within that very context. For example, consider the way Western women dress and the playful manner in which they walk through marketplaces; we attribute this to immodesty and look down upon such exposure. However, for the members of their own society, there is nothing objectionable about it. When we observe these women displaying their bodies—revealing the golden hue of their arms, the radiant glow of their rouged faces, and the prominent curves of their breasts—they themselves feel no self-consciousness whatsoever. Nor do the young men of that society experience the state of restless agitation that grips Indian youth the moment they lay eyes on such women. Because such scenes are absent from Indian society, the underlying sense of sexual deprivation creates a mercurial restlessness in every vein and fiber of the local youth... But that was a comparison between the East and the West. Look at the different regions within India itself! What is considered obscene in terms of behavior, mannerisms, and style in North India is not deemed objectionable by most tribes in Gujarat, Central India, and South India. The semi-nude attire worn by women in Gujarat is frowned upon by North Indians... No North Indian woman would look approvingly at the traditional clothing of women from the Gond and Bhil tribes, because, on the one hand, it leaves their bodies exposed, and on the other, it accentuates all their physical contours. Furthermore, there are certain tribes where young girls do not cover their breasts with anything. They remain exposed, and within their culture, this is not considered shameful at all... The same principle applies to the depiction of specific situations and emotional states. If painting a picture of certain circumstances is considered inappropriate in one era, it may not be viewed negatively in another. Those who oppose such depictions do not truly belong to the contemporary age; rather, they are people of bygone times who cannot keep pace with the changing tides of time and the shifting moods of circumstances. However, those who have advanced intellectually present these matters as if there is absolutely nothing objectionable in discussing them!
The concept of obscenity is intrinsically linked to the depiction of sexuality and its related states and situations. Wherever a sexual aspect becomes prominent, or anything is said regarding it, people perceive it as obscene. However, these views have not always remained static throughout the world. In fact, concepts regarding sexuality have changed in almost every era. If the expression of its various states was considered shameful in one age, it was presented openly and without hesitation in another... Centuries ago, when humanity was entirely new to this world, sexual relations were not considered the sin that we consider them to be today. On the contrary, the sexual act was viewed as something highly sacred and significant... And there are hundreds of examples where sexual organs, their worship, and the various states associated with them were given a religious hue. Briffault, in his essay Religion and Sex, expressed the view that all the world's religions have been associated with sexual manifestations in one form or another. People of ancient times were not willing to accept, even for a moment, that there was no connection between religion and sexual matters. In various parts of the world, these two elements meet at a confluence. In places like Japan, India, New Guinea, Polynesia, Greece, and Rome, these concepts are frequently intertwined. Briffault writes that from the time humans roamed and hunted like wild beasts, up until they began to sustain themselves through agriculture, there was a widespread tradition of music and dance that provoked sexual arousal and served as an allegory for the sexual act... He then elaborates extensively on the fact that in antiquity, the countries considered the most civilized were precisely where we see sexuality and religion embracing one another. The worship of sexuality played a role in the ancient civilizations of Egypt, Babylon, Greece, Rome, Asia Minor, and the regions surrounding the Mediterranean Sea... The reality was that they considered the sexual act to be the greatest means of progress and advancement. This concept had imbued it with an aura of sanctity in their minds. Therefore, the concept of sin associated with sexuality and the sexual act is nowhere to be found in their cultures. In ancient times, we frequently find mentions of serpent worship, and many writers on sexuality agree that this is a symbolic representation of the sexual act and the sexual organ. In India, the stories of the relationship between Lord Shiva and Parvati demonstrate that man, woman, and their sexual act cannot be separated in any way, nor is anything gained by concealing it. In many countries before the Christian era, there are mentions of deities associated with sexuality, whom the common people actively worshipped. In Rome, the god of sex was called Priapus. On the walls of the ruined Roman city of Pompeii, there are paintings depicting scenes of sacrifices being offered to this deity. In Central America, there is ample evidence that sexual organs were once considered sacred and blessed. Even among the Jews, there are certain examples indicating that they viewed sexual organs with reverence... In short, the worship of sex and sexual organs was common in ancient religions. The concepts of shame or sin had no place in it, and the individuals of those societies viewed these practices with the same reverence that religious people today view their own various rituals. The practice of sexual sacrifices was also widespread in the temples of ancient Egypt... Consequently, the greatest sacrifice offered by women to Aphrodite was surrendering their chastity and purity to the temple priests in her name, and the priests there had made this a means to satisfy their own sexual desires. From all these examples... the truth becomes evident that sexual matters were once deeply intertwined with religion, and they were not considered objectionable in the slightest. On the contrary, recognizing their significance, humanity began to worship them.
But just as many things in the world provoke a reaction, so did these ideas. These concepts and rituals could not continue in the same manner for long. The reason was that, initially, there was no element of deceit, treachery, or forgery involved in them. On the contrary, a certain simplicity and innocence governed their practice. Over time, however, they became distorted, and many people turned them into a means of satisfying their primal desires and indulging in hedonism. Gradually, the concept of debauchery took root within them, and its excess began to prove harmful to society as a whole. By the first century CE, these rituals had become highly distorted. Although they were still widely practiced, many people had begun to view them with disdain. Consequently, in the beginning, Christian priests played a major role in curbing them. However, in their efforts to eradicate these practices, they too became extremists. As a result, all religions that were prevalent before Christianity were deemed unholy by them. Since sexual acts were not considered evil in those earlier religions, Christian priests declared sexuality itself to be unholy and condemned it as a sin. As a reaction, their attitudes became extreme. They labeled every religion other than their own as profane; at the same time, they dismissed the significance of sexual acts and relationships, branding their practice—which had been common in those earlier religions—as shameful. Consequently, the works of all Christian writers became saturated with these ideas: that the sexual act or the depiction of various sexual states was a sin, that a woman's body was a curse for a man, and that women led men astray. If we examine such writings in the light of Freudian theory, we conclude that by suppressing these acts, they found a slight psychological release for their own sexual hunger, which was prevalent among them. In any case, this movement established various taboos regarding sexuality, which exist to this day. However, these taboos are not natural; rather, they are constructs of our own society.
Because the subject of sexuality holds great importance, every human being takes an interest in it. It is a different matter that, due to certain social constraints, one might not be willing to openly discuss or listen to it. Yet, even individuals in such a society take pleasure in reading books in private that discuss sexual matters. Since this instinct exerts the greatest influence over both the human heart and mind, it is essential for every person to acquire as much knowledge about it as possible. Those who consider it inappropriate to speak or hear about it are merely trying to deceive others, while they themselves enjoy it in private. H.R.L. Sheppard writes in Some of My Religion that there are certain social taboos which may not be pleasant to discuss, but which one also does not wish to forget. This simply means that thinking, reflecting, and taking an interest in this subject is an inherent part of human nature, no matter how much social censorship condemns it. This is why people of every nation and country, in every era, have taken an interest in it—sometimes secretly, and sometimes openly! Given the significance of sexual relations, the importance of sex education was also recognized in certain places. In fact, the practice of sex education can still be found among some primitive societies today. We are left astonished when Dr. Malinowski and Margaret Mead inform us that many primitive tribes used to impart sex education under the guise of religious rituals, and continue to do so today. In his biography of Lycurgus, Plutarch reveals the significant role that dance played in encouraging young people toward marriage and promoting their sexual health. He mentions certain rituals where men and women would appear naked in public, and these activities would foster feelings of love and a desire for marriage among them.
All these examples demonstrate that society's sexual censorship is not commendable, nor is it so natural that it cannot be amended. History shows that these norms have changed in every era. There was a time when sexual acts and reproductive organs were worshipped. Then came an era, during the early days of Christianity, when this was heavily condemned, and the act itself was declared abhorrent. As a result, the sexual act and the female body were deemed a curse for mankind. When a statement like it is good for a man not to touch a woman falls from the lips of Saint Paul, our astonishment knows no bounds. However, this era could not last forever either. Following this came a time when Christian priests began living with women in a platonic manner, where establishing sexual relations was strictly forbidden. Yet, it was during this very period that a large number of priests were caught on charges of sexual misconduct. Eventually, the tradition of monasteries emerged, where monks and nuns lived together. It is impossible for men and women to live together without sexual relations developing between them. Consequently, the same thing happened here; the actions of these individuals brought disgrace to the Church. Indeed, it is sexual censorship itself that leads to human immorality. If people were to live openly and in a completely natural manner, such issues would not arise. Keeping these ideas in mind, rebellions against these prevailing notions of censorship have frequently occurred. Thus, the first rebel against the Church in matters of sex was the English poet Blake, who, at the end of the eighteenth century, wholeheartedly opposed the Church's censorship. He argued that the sexual act—which is the most beautiful and pleasant act in the world—had been needlessly criminalized by religion. Later, by the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, philosophers, scientists, and writers had formed a formidable front against sexual censorship. The Sexual Reform Congress, which included some of the greatest minds in the world, further fueled this movement.
The ebb and flow of these theories regarding sexuality can also be found in literature and art. There is no literature or art in any country of the world that does not describe sexuality and its associated states and conditions. In fact, some believe that if one wishes to observe the various theories of sexuality, its history, and the fluctuations of its currents in any given era, the best method is to study and analyze the literature and art of that time. And this is entirely correct. Look at the literatures of different countries across various eras! You will see the unmasked reflections of the very theories of sexuality that were prevalent in those times. Perhaps the very first literary creation in the world was one that mentioned sexual relations and their various states... The sexual act and its ecstasy must have had such a profound impact on primitive and uncivilized humans that they were compelled to spontaneously express something about it in the most beautiful manner possible. Songs must have been composed detailing sexual matters and their euphoria... But that is a matter of a time whose foundations rest solely on conjecture. However, even later, when we begin to find the missing links of literary history, we see the influence of this fundamental human emotion at work at every step, in every genre of literature. Look at the ancient epics in literature; in all of them, you will inevitably find descriptions of women. There will certainly be mentions of her various physical features. You will undoubtedly see various depictions of the ecstasy that her existence brings about. In the mythology of every country, the element that most captures our attention is the description of this very subject, even though mythology is where the element of sanctity is most prominent... Among ancient civilizations, India, China, Greece, Rome, Egypt, and Babylon are particularly noteworthy. The masterpieces of the people of these regions, which have now achieved the status of classics, are not devoid of descriptions of the various states of sexuality. In all of them, we see the woman. And we also find descriptions of the worlds of joy and euphoria that nature has embedded within her being. Look from the eras of Kalidasa, Valmiki, Homer, Li Po, and Tu Fu, all the way to Goethe, Schiller, Shakespeare, and even centuries beyond them. In the works of every one of them, you will find elements that, to a great extent, introduce explicitness into their creations here and there.
Urdu poetry cannot be an exception to this either. In almost every era, there has been an abundance of this element within it. The ghazal, which constitutes a vast treasure of all Urdu poetry, literally means to converse with women. Consequently, in the ghazals of every era, one finds couplets that are explicit, where poets have openly discussed sexual matters. They all describe the woman and every single part of her body without any hesitation. Mu'amala-bandi (the poetic description of amorous encounters) is a special subject for many of them. They also relish describing the emotional and physical states that overcome men and women during their intimate relations. They do not even shy away from mentioning the states that precede the sexual act... In short, what state related to sexuality is there that is not described in their work? What is called obscenity today once used to bring the roofs down in mushairas (poetry symposiums) with thunderous applause... This, of course, is the description of natural matters, but among ghazal poets, one also finds mentions of unnatural matters where they appear sexually abnormal. For instance, the mention of amrad-parasti (the love of beardless boys) is present in the works of most of our classical poets. They take pleasure in describing the beauty of young boys and paint pictures of the restless states that overcome them in their separation. And some are so brazen that they do not even refrain from mentioning them by name. Therefore, there was once a formidable objection against ghazal poetry—which is still raised to some extent today—that it frequently contains descriptions of situations that are not commendable for human beings... But regardless, this element exists in classical Urdu poetry, and it can no longer be erased in any way...!
Tasawwuf (Sufism) is an important subject in classical poetry, and alongside Persian poetry, it holds considerable weight in Urdu poetry as well. The concept of Sufism leads us toward God. There should not be even a trace of worldly affairs, especially of a sexual nature, within it. Yet, whatever has been said regarding Sufism in classical poetry... wherever its secrets and mysteries have been unveiled, a sexual hue shines through... Whatever our poets have written on divine truth (haqiqat) and spiritual knowledge (ma'rifat) under the guise of Sufism is entirely dyed in the colors of worldly, metaphorical love (majaz). And if someone is unfamiliar with their symbolism, they would not be able to interpret these verses as anything other than worldly poetry, let alone verses expressing something detached from worldly affairs. In these verses too, the beauty of the beloved is mentioned. Sometimes her cheeks are described. Sometimes her eyes and eyebrows are praised. Sometimes a portrait of her cypress-like stature is painted. Sometimes her coquetry and grace are mentioned. However, these people derive an entirely different meaning from all these descriptions... and even the greatest men of God sway in spiritual ecstasy to them. Take the poetry of Hafez as an example, which today holds a special status in Sufi poetry. Yet, in his work, one frequently finds mentions of states that are entirely related to sexuality. Tell me, when he recites a couplet like this:
Mai-e-do-sala wa mashooq-e-charda sala
Hameen bas ast mara sohbat-e-sagheer-o-kabeer
[Two-year-old wine and a fourteen-year-old beloved,
This company of the small and the great is enough for me.]
...what is one supposed to understand? After all, how can this thought be given a Sufi coloring...? Not only this, but scores of such couplets can be found in the Diwan of Hafez... And why limit this to Hafez alone? This is the case with almost every Sufi poet in Urdu and Persian. The verses of many of them border on obscenity, even though they supposedly discuss the hidden secrets of Sufism! The reason for the prevalence of this element among the Sufis is that, due to living lives of seclusion and celibacy, most of them were victims of sexual starvation. They were accustomed to living in khanqahs (Sufi lodges). Therefore, their celibate lifestyle suppressed this natural urge, which compelled them to express their thoughts regarding divine truth in these very terms... and they did so with complete abandon. Among Urdu poets, Wali, Siraj, Mir, Mir Asar, Mir Dard, and Mazhar Jan-e-Janaan are considered excellent poets of Sufism. Yet, in the Sufi verses of all of them (with the exception of Mir Dard), a glimpse of this sexual hue is present. But this is not surprising. Sexual repression makes humans do strange things. Leaving aside Urdu poetry and Sufism for a moment, look at that era in France! When the women there used to sing these kinds of songs about Jesus Christ,
Praise to Jesus, Praise his power,
Praise his sweet allurements!
Praise to Jesus, when His goodness
Reduces me to wickedness,
Praise to Jesus when he says to me:
‘My sister, my dove, my beautiful one,’
Praise to Jesus in all my stops,
Praise to his amorous charms!
Praise to Jesus, when His mouth
Touches mine in a loving kiss!
Praise to Jesus when his gentle caresses
Overwhelm me with chaste joys!
Praise to Jesus when at my leisure
He allows me to kiss him.
Although this poem expresses devotion to Jesus Christ, a sexual undertone permeates it from beginning to end. This is the result of the sexual starvation that monasticism had created in France during a specific era. It is a universal truth of life that whatever is suppressed the most, surfaces with equal intensity. The same applies to the sexual instinct: the more one tries to suppress it, the more it will rise and manifest itself through alternative outlets. The sexual undertone present in the works of mystic poets exists for this very reason; bound by moral constraints and mental shackles, these poets could not openly express their sexual states. Consequently, their mystical expressions also took on a sexual hue, with some even bordering on obscenity. When I read Mir Asar's masnavi Khwab-o-Khayal (Dream and Imagination), I am astounded at how he managed to write all of it. He was, after all, a deeply pious man, a Sufi, and a devoted disciple and student of Khwaja Mir Dard. Yet, ultimately, he too was human. He possessed natural desires that surfaced after being suppressed, and their impact became evident in the form of Khwab-o-Khayal, which ultimately provided him with mental peace.
The expression of this instinct is also bound by the social environment. We must view the depiction of its various states against the backdrop of the social milieu. As times change, these ideas also shift, and driven by the demands of time and circumstance, their forms in poetry continually evolve. Human life itself is tethered to its social environment, compelling individuals to align their actions and behaviors with prevailing social ideologies. Since poetry is a reflection of society and its environment, it is inevitable that these various ideologies are unveiled within it. Consequently, different eras in every country yield different perspectives regarding the expression of sexual states. If society does not consider the expression of these states objectionable in the poetry and literature of one era, it may strictly censor them in another. In permissive eras, poets feel no hesitation in expressing such matters. They say whatever they wish to say with an open heart. And since their voice is the voice of the times, it cannot be silenced by anyone.
Examples of this can be found in poetry all over the world. When a society becomes hedonistic, and the goddess of luxury rules over everyone—high and low—the poetry of that era reflects the exact same hue. The element of pleasure-seeking is laid bare at every step. In such an era, poets speak of women and wine. While the deeper states of beauty and love might not be discussed in such an environment, the praise of a woman's body and the intoxication her existence brings are certainly described. This often leads to obscenity in many places. However, the individuals of that society do not consider it obscene, because they dwell in that very world day and night. They have grown accustomed to breathing in that environment.
Such eras have passed, and continue to pass, in the poetry of every country. Yet, this abundance is most visible in French poetry. There, poets openly mention those parts of a woman's body that arouse sexual stimulation. They then go on to say things that people in India might not be prepared to tolerate in the slightest. Sometimes they mention her breasts and their curves, and sometimes they instruct her to disrobe. There is a poem by Théophile Gautier titled The Rose-Coloured Gown, in which he has presented all these very things. At one point, he describes a woman's breasts as twin ivory globes, and elsewhere he says that although her gown looks beautiful on her body, it is still inappropriate because it conceals realities... and his eyes are desperate to see. Therefore, she should take off this dress and cast it aside, because there is an immense sweetness in the revelation of realities. This is not limited to Gautier alone; this is the case with most French poets. The sole reason for this is that they were nurtured in the lap of a society that was extremely hedonistic, where they felt no hesitation in saying such things. And not just in France, but such eras have come, and continue to come, in other countries as well.
Urdu poetry also went through an era when it enthusiastically embraced such themes. This was the time when the Kingdom of Awadh in Lucknow was at its zenith. The fame of the Nawabs' vibrant gatherings and their penchant for luxury had spread far and wide. In those days, the society there seemed obsessed with nothing but sexuality and its related matters. And how could it be otherwise? Life had taken a new turn, and hedonism now reigned supreme. Although women had still not achieved freedom, a substitute had emerged: entire neighborhoods were populated by courtesans. In the society of that era, these women held a special status. Even the most respectable and prominent families did not hesitate in the slightest to establish ties with them. Mothers themselves would make these arrangements for their young sons. The result of all this was exactly what one would expect: the literature and poetry of the time began to reflect this very atmosphere. Consequently, the beloved of almost every ghazal poet of that era was a courtesan. This is why these poets focused more on praising her superficial adornments, going to extraordinary lengths to extol her physical beauty and youth. However, the internal states of love, which are entirely connected to the heart, are noticeably absent from their work. In some instances, their penchant for sexual arousal leads them to say things that leave us utterly astounded. We are forced to wonder: was this truly the culture of that era? Is this how the standard-bearers of civilization behave? Even the greatest poets of the time, including Atish, could not escape this trend. Despite the generally composed nature of his poetry, it still contains a certain tone that he was compelled to adopt simply by virtue of breathing in that social environment. When even Atish could not keep his distance from it, what can be said of the minor poets? If the obscenity in their expression had been accompanied by subtlety, it might not have been objectionable. But they went so far that the poetry of most of them borders on sheer vulgarity. This is evident when they compose verses such as:
اے پری تو نے جو پہنی ہے سنہری انگیا
آج آتی ہے نظر سونے کی چڑیا مجھ کو
ناسخؔ
[Aye pari tu ne jo pehni hai sunehri angiya
Aaj aati hai nazar sone ki chiriya mujh ko]
(O fairy, since you have worn this golden bodice,
Today you look like a golden bird to me.)
— Nasikh
بوسہ بازی سے مری ہوتی ہے ایذا ان کو
منہ چھپاتے ہیں جو ہوتے ہیں مہاسے پیدا
آتشؔ
[Bosa baazi se meri hoti hai eeza un ko
Munh chhupate hain jo hote hain mahase paida]
(My kissing causes her distress,
She hides her face when pimples appear.)
— Atish
دوست کو لے کر بغل میں رات بھر سوتا ہوں میں
رشک ہے دشمن کو میرے طابع بیدار پر
آتشؔ
[Dost ko le kar baghal mein raat bhar sota hoon main
Rashk hai dushman ko mere taali-e-bedaar par]
(I sleep all night with my beloved in my embrace,
My enemy is envious of my awakened fortune.)
— Atish
وصل کی شب دل کے خوش کرنے کا ساماں کیجیے
خود بھی عریاں ہوجئے ان کو بھی عریاں کیجیے
آتشؔ
[Vasl ki shab dil ke khush karne ka saamaan kijiye
Khud bhi uryaan hojiye un ko bhi uryaan kijiye]
(On the night of union, make arrangements to please the heart,
Strip yourself naked, and strip her naked too.)
— Atish
اٹھ گئے ساقین جاناں سے جو شب کو پائنچے
اک دو شاخ نور کا محفل میں روشن ہوگیا
امانتؔ
[Uth gaye saaqain-e-jaanaan se jo shab ko paainche
Ik do-shaakh-e-noor ka mehfil mein roshan ho gaya]
(When the trouser legs lifted from the beloved's calves at night,
A two-branched candelabra of light illuminated the gathering.)
— Amanat
ہاتھ میں انگیا کی چڑیا آگئی
آج ہم طائر کو لائے دام میں
ناسخؔ
[Haath mein angiya ki chiriya aa gayi
Aaj hum taair ko laaye daam mein]
(The bird of the bodice has come into my hand,
Today I have brought the bird into my net.)
— Nasikh
کسی کے محرمِ آبِ رواں کی یاد آئی
حباب کے جو برابر کبھی حباب آیا
آتشؔ
[Kisi ke mehram-e-aab-e-ravaan ki yaad aayi
Hubaab ke jo barabar kabhi hubaab aaya]
(I was reminded of someone's flowing, translucent bodice,
Whenever a bubble appeared next to another bubble.)
— Atish
Reading such verses fills us with a sense of disgust. Nevertheless, these poets were the product of a specific era and a specific society, and therefore, they cannot be entirely blamed. We can, however, certainly say that none of these poets possessed a literary stature great enough to rise above this swamp. Yet, it was not merely the hedonistic society of the time that was at fault; the economic and financial conditions were also largely responsible. The poets of that era were deeply influenced by their environment. Even if they lacked a conscious realization, they certainly knew on a subconscious level that the foundations of their kingdom were built on sand. They were aware that the Marathas and the British were increasing their power day by day. While those forces were engaged in military conquests, here, royal palaces had taken the place of fortresses. They were also acutely aware of the chains that bound them so tightly. They simply lacked the strength to take control of the situation, because the internal conditions had deteriorated from bad to worse, making any remedy impossible. Personal malice, deceit, and treachery had seeped into the very veins and fibers of the empire. These circumstances forced them to seek an escape from reality. Consequently, their poetry is also characterized by a profound sense of escapism. They fled from life and sought refuge in the intoxicating embrace of women! They lost themselves in the euphoric waves of pure wine! They made their home amidst a cluster of hedonism and superficial charms! Having reached this point, their extremism pushed the boundaries of their poetry into outright vulgarity. This is why their poetry appears crude, ugly, and corrupted to us today. Yet, in those days, people adored the very verses that we would feel ashamed to repeat even in solitude today. In that era, if poetry lacked muamala-bandi (amorous banter) and the explicit mention of sexually arousing body parts, it was considered dry and tasteless. Such was the irony of the times!
In contrast to this, look at the poetry from the era of Mir and Sauda! There is certainly a mention of sexuality in their work as well, but it lacks the overt obscenity found in the poetry of Atish, Nasikh, and other poets of Lucknow. In the works of Mir, Sauda, and other poets of the Delhi School, one finds an elevated concept of beauty and love. They focus more on expressing internal emotional states. Their poetry does not dwell on superficial beauty or external conditions, which is why such explicit obscenity does not emerge in their work. This, too, was the product of a specific society. During the era in which Mir and Sauda lived, there were far more restrictions placed upon women; they were essentially confined to the prisons of their homes. Nor was there the abundance of courtesans that would later characterize Lucknow. For this reason, we detect a sense of sexual starvation in their poetry, characterized by a smoldering, suppressed intensity. The concepts of freedom and rebellion had not yet taken root; otherwise, they might have rebelled against their environment and expressed things that, while perhaps explicit, would have at least provided them with some psychological relief.
However, one inevitable consequence of these conditions was that references to amrad-parasti (the romantic inclination toward young, beardless boys) began to appear in poetry. My personal view is that this was not merely an imitation of Persian literary traditions, but rather a demand of the circumstances and events of the time. The practice of amrad-parasti undeniably existed in that society—no matter how much anyone might try to conceal it today, anyone who examines the era with a discerning eye will realize that this was certainly the case. Consequently, there was hardly a single poet of that era—with the exception of Mir Dard, for whom I have immense respect and whose work I consider to be exclusively Sufi poetry—who did not mention amrad-parasti in his verses. And since such verses are found openly in their collected works (diwans), it suggests that social censorship regarding this practice was not particularly strict at the time. Verses on these themes were recited openly in mushairas (poetry symposiums), and the audience would be moved to ecstasy by them. Furthermore, one does not find a sense of escapism in their work. This is because, despite having essentially laid down their arms, they were still actively engaged in the battlefield of life. They were backed by glorious traditions that continued to propel them forward. Although they had suffered defeat, and their empire was, in a true sense, confined merely to the Red Fort, they still believed that such a vast and magnificent empire could not be overthrown so easily. Therefore, their poetry also displays a certain degree of defiance and resilience. Yet, beneath this defiance lie the sounds of groans escaping from aching hearts, utterly shattered by their wounds. All of this, too, was the subtle handiwork of their time and environment.
This, of course, was an account of those poets of the era who belonged to the upper echelons of society. However, during this very same period, in the land of Agra, we encounter a poet who stands entirely apart from the rest. In his poetry, we witness a completely new style. He is the spokesperson of the common people. His poetry is brimming with life and the depiction of stark realities. There is absolutely no room for artificiality or pretension in his work. He was a man who mingled freely with everyone, from the elite to the ordinary masses. Consequently, his poetry contains vivid portraits of those very conditions and experiences. He did not merely write about a single aspect of their lives; rather, he wove all their struggles and issues into his poetry. Thus, we also find the mention of women in his work. There are detailed depictions of every single part of their bodies, as well as their coquetry and charm. He explores sexual desire and its various emotional states and conditions. Yet, while presenting all of this, he never once abandons realism. He experienced love, but not the kind of love where one must solely endure the bitter agonies of the night of separation, or where the very first step is to become a Majnun, wandering and sifting through the dust of deserts and wastelands. The most prominent feature of his concept of love is its sexual aspect. His beloved is a woman of the bazaar—a courtesan—whom he can visit to quench his thirst whenever he desires. He does not spend the dark nights enduring the soul-crushing moments of separation; instead, he might simply run into his beloved on the street, and his heart's desire is fulfilled. There is certainly an element of explicitness in the description of all these things, but because it is rooted in reality, we appreciate his work today. However, during his own time, he did not receive the same recognition as his contemporaries. Even a critic like Shefta refused to acknowledge him as a poet. The reality was that he had carved out a world for himself entirely separate from the upper classes, living his life like an ordinary man. This is precisely why his poetry reflects the psychological states of common people and paints pictures of the various facets of their lives. The manner in which he describes sexual desires is also, to some extent, plebeian, yet it contains a strong element of realism. His imagery feels vibrant, living, and breathing. And his works are the direct product of the political, social, and economic environment in which he lived. This poet was Nazeer Akbarabadi...!
Next, consider the era of the 1857 Rebellion! This was a time when Azad and Hali were delivering a message of revolution, and all of India was yearning to shed its old skin. The drive for reform is the most prominent feature of their movements. They wished to groom the tangled tresses of India, which, in those days, were indeed in desperate need of a comb. This was not limited to literature; a wave of reform had swept through every sphere of life. Politically, too, India now sought reform. Having laid down its arms on the battlefield, it had no other choice but to strive for maximum self-improvement under the shadow of its foreign rulers. Consequently, Sir Syed Ahmed Khan’s political movements came into being. The same occurred in literature: concerted efforts were made to eradicate the flaws that a chaotic environment had bred within it. Under such circumstances, it was impossible to present anything related to sexuality that bordered on obscenity or that might induce a sense of escapism among the masses. This is why Hali, the representative poet of that era, does write about beauty and love, but in a highly refined manner! He maintains a composed tone, characterized primarily by simplicity. Consequently, Hali did not endorse the themes that most poets had deemed acceptable up to that point. In other words, he did not look favorably upon obscene poetry. In him, the personas of a cleric and a poet merge, making him a highly esteemed figure in our literature. However, if we look beyond this group, we see that around the very same time, Dagh and Ameer Meenai were also holding their own literary gatherings. The ideas they were weaving into their poetry were entirely different from Hali’s. Dagh’s work is replete with descriptions of sexual experiences, and following his lead, Ameer Meenai also adopted the same style. Dagh, of course, was a man of the world, and he articulated all those realities that are intrinsically tied to human existence. But Ameer Meenai, despite being a devout man and a Sufi, wrote verses that in some places outdo even Dagh. What, then, is the reason for this duality within the same era? The truth is that the poets of both circles were influenced by their social environment according to their own distinct temperaments. Because the consciousness of the first group was more awakened, possessing a greater capacity for thought and comprehension, they did not seek an escape from life. The second group relied more on the heart than the mind. Fleeing from the harsh realities of life, they took refuge in the world of romance. They sought to forget the chaos that had engulfed their era by losing themselves in descriptions of beauty and sensual delights! Yet, this entire phenomenon was also a direct product of their social and economic environment.
Following this came the era surrounding the First World War. By this time, Western education had firmly taken root in India, and the people had begun to absorb Western influences in every sphere of life. Literature, too, could not escape this impact. Consequently, post-war Urdu poetry appears heavily influenced by Western poetry. However, the dominant tone of this era was the kind of romanticism associated with Shelley, Keats, and Byron. With the exception of Iqbal, whose poetry is purely philosophical reflection, all the poets of this period can be seen walking the vibrant highways of romance. And Josh leads them all. During this time, he wrote poems about a temple maiden (Pujaran), painted portraits of the Princess of the Jungle (Jangal ki Shehzadi), and wrote about the sweeper woman (Mehtarani) or the jamun-selling girls (Jamun Walian). Although the romantic element dominates all these works, they are not devoid of reality. He does not merely praise the beauty of the jamun-selling girls; towards the end, he also reveals a stark truth. That truth is that, because of them, he has often faced public disgrace during these harvest seasons:
Josh yeh kafir manazir hosh mein rakhte nahin
Aah in faslon mein aksar apni ruswai hui
[Josh, these intoxicating sights do not let one remain in their senses,
Ah, during these seasons, I have often faced disgrace.]
(Jamun Walian)
This, too, is a common reality of life, and an aspect of sexuality the depiction of which cannot be deemed a sin. The occurrence of such incidents is hardly something to be surprised about. In the world of the youth, such things happen every day. If they are articulated in a refined manner, what is the harm? However, in that era, such voices still seemed somewhat suppressed and muffled. Their expression had not yet acquired the sharpness and bitterness that would develop later on. The other poets who walked this path alongside Josh certainly possessed their own individuality, but they lacked the sheer audacity that we find scattered throughout Josh’s work. They all wrote about women, but in a traditional manner. If we look past their stylistic flair and diction, their depiction of the experiences of beauty and love does not seem to advance beyond the conventional themes already embedded in the ghazal. Most of them merely described female beauty; while a sexual undertone occasionally emerged, they did not present any profound reality. Josh, however, demonstrated immense courage in this regard. He paved a way for those who came after him—a path upon which they traveled far, very far, until they vanished from sight. Yet, they continued to be a thorn in the eyes of certain people.
Now, an entirely new era of Urdu poetry commenced, one that brought it much closer to realism. The age of exclusively romanticizing women had come to an end. Poetry had reached a new turning point. Young poets now began to openly discuss sexuality, its various psychological states, and the sensual pleasures derived from the female body. When they realized that this subject holds immense significance in human life and has countless effects on both the body and the mind, what reason was there to hesitate in presenting it? The poetry produced at this stage—and which continues to be produced—is often labeled as obscene. But can the mere mention of the female body render a work of art obscene? This logic is hard to comprehend. There was certainly a time when mental shackles were worn like a necklace by humanity. Man bowed before stones, trees, the moon, the stars, the sun, and the mountains, revering them all as deities. But as time passed, all these beliefs evolved. The notions he had so firmly established turned out to be superstitions, and nothing more. Gradually, the passage of time made human thought more scientific. The same applies to the discussion of the female body and sexuality. In certain eras, people did not look favorably upon such depictions. But the world cannot remain stagnant on a single path forever. The values of life are in a constant state of flux. Therefore, discussing sexuality and articulating its natural states is now a demand of the times, because the world has changed. Today, there is a need to analyze and reflect upon everything through a scientific lens, and anyone who refuses to do so has no right to live in this modern world.
The twentieth century holds great significance when it comes to the study of sexuality. During this era, the issue gained immense importance throughout Europe. Various European scientists, philosophers, physicians, and writers began to examine it. Even women were not left behind in this endeavor. Even the Church recognized its importance. Through their collective efforts, the mysteries and secrets of sexuality began to be openly unveiled. Among them, Havelock Ellis holds a highly prominent position. The publication of his book, Studies in the Psychology of Sex, created a sensation across Europe. Its first volume was banned in India, but America took no action against it; rather, it was welcomed there... Havelock Ellis drew attention to the importance of sexuality. He exposed the sexual manifestations present across various religions and nations, and he encouraged the youth to untangle the complexities of this issue... He writes that the sexual instinct is a flame that no one can truly explain. He further notes that not long ago, whenever love and romance were discussed as an art form, people's faces would flush with shame and modesty. But now, we must consider it a sacred duty. This subject should no longer be confined to poets; it is essential for everyone to reflect upon it, because it holds the secret to whether life will be pleasant or unpleasant.
In addition to Ellis, figures like James Hinton, Geddes, and Thomson also played a role in propagating these ideas. In Germany and France, scholars like Iwan Bloch, Krafft-Ebing, and Forel emerged, who openly debated sexual issues. The greatest and most renowned sexologist among them was Magnus Hirschfeld, who established the first institute for the study of sexuality in Germany. Hitler shut down this institute, and poor Hirschfeld was forced to flee Germany. In his presidential address at the Sexual Reform Congress in London, he clearly articulated that shame and silence are not virtues when it comes to sexuality. He stated, In the past, ignorance was mistaken for innocence, and silence was considered the best approach to sexual matters. But much has changed since then. Today, we fully realize that silence regarding sexuality is not innocence, but a crime. It is our sacred duty to break this silence as quickly as possible. Alongside them, Freud and Adler also began to publish and disseminate their theories. This brought forth a flood of revolution in the realm of sexuality that changed the landscape of the entire world. Philosophers also reflected on this subject; in this regard, names like Weininger, Keyserling, and Ouspensky can be mentioned...
Writers, too, could not remain unaffected by these ideas. D.H. Lawrence and James Joyce are particularly famous in this context. Lawrence was the most avant-garde among them all. His ideas are fully laid bare in his letters, but beyond those, his works Fantasia of the Unconscious, The Rainbow, and Lady Chatterley's Lover are also highly significant in this regard... In the preface to his book, he writes: I want every man and woman to think about sexuality with complete honesty and clarity. Even if we cannot act out what brings us sexual fulfillment, we can at least think about it sexually. All this talk about young girls and virginity is like a blank piece of paper; it is utterly foolish. A young girl and a young boy are a complex knot of sexual emotions and thoughts...!... Years of proper reflection and grappling with the issue of sex will eventually lead us where we want to go... that is, to the true concepts of chastity and purity. A place where our sexual thoughts and sexual acts will be in harmony, and will no longer conflict with one another...
In addition to Lawrence, writers like Huxley, H.G. Wells, Bertrand Russell, and J.C. Powys propagated similar ideas. In France, the name of Jules Romains is particularly prominent in this regard. In short, a flood of these ideas swept through world literature, washing away old notions and the centuries-old, deeply ingrained shame and modesty surrounding sexuality like mere debris. People now began to think and reflect upon it openly. In every literary genre, the sexual act and its various states and conditions began to be described without any hesitation. Naturally, this rebellion could not be tolerated by conservatives. Consequently, a barrage of objections ensued, and those who wrote about sexuality were fiercely condemned and vilified.
Modern Urdu poetry and literature must also be viewed against this backdrop, as it is, after all, a product of the twentieth century. The only difference is that the Urdu poets of the early twentieth century had not advanced quite as far in this regard. They were entangled in other dilemmas of their own, and thus could not pay much attention to this subject. However, the poets who emerged after 1930 were more educated and perceptive. They had closely studied all the ongoing movements across various global spheres, including literature, politics, and economics. Consequently, these movements exerted a profound influence on them... Even if there is an element of imitation in this, it is not something objectionable. Setting literature aside, look at other spheres of life! India has adopted many things from the West. So, what is the harm if these ideas are introduced into literature? Especially when these thoughts and theories are useful and beneficial for every individual in society...!
On one hand, this was certainly the influence of the West, but on the other, India's own circumstances proved instrumental in fostering these ideas. In India, thoughts of freedom had begun to take root right after the Mutiny. However, these sentiments gained further momentum after the Great War, and especially in 1930, when the Congress passed the resolution for complete independence on the banks of the Ravi River. Consequently, the concept of freedom did not merely spread in a political sense; it permeated every sphere of life. Writers and poets could not remain immune to this either. They began to reflect freely upon all of life's issues, weaving them into their creative works... And because they observed life from such close quarters, pure realism replaced spirituality in their representations. Thus, they openly discussed all those subjects that writers and poets had hitherto shied away from. The issues regarding sexuality that were now being addressed also bore the hallmark of this newfound freedom. There was a certain bitterness in them... a dynamic urge to shatter all the shackles that had, until now, severely bound every individual in Indian society. In their view, it was now necessary to examine every aspect of life in the light of reality. This is why we do not find any secretive or clandestine quality in their expressions. Instead of hesitation, we sense a bold masculinity in them. At the same time, they realized that the practice of concealing and covering up everything was a relic of the feudal and aristocratic era. Therefore, it was to be avoided as much as possible. In the feudal era, poets could manipulate their thoughts as they pleased, cloaking them in various meanings. They would say one thing, but it would be interpreted as something entirely different. Take Sufi poetry as an example: poets would describe states and experiences that were entirely rooted in sexuality, yet these were dressed up in the guise of spirituality. The new poets did not look favorably upon this hypocrisy. To them, it was a state of self-deception, a glaring example of perpetual falsehood and illusion!... The new poets are not ascetics or men of God. They realize—and firmly believe—that they cannot become such figures, because they must, after all, live their lives in this very world, amidst its complexities and anxieties. Consequently, spiritual matters do not occupy their thoughts. They are mortals of this earth. Thus, they present the problems and diverse emotional states of the people of this world with truth and integrity. There is certainly a degree of bitterness and perhaps a touch of excess in the ideas presented by these new poets, but this is merely a reaction against the traditions of the feudal and aristocratic era—traditions the new poets disapproved of and resolved to dismantle. As a result, various states related to sexuality, which had hitherto been considered reprehensible and taboo, began to be expressed fearlessly.
The nudity that arises from the depiction of various sexual states in modern Urdu poetry must be examined against the intellectual background of each poet; otherwise, it becomes difficult to comprehend. Our modern poet has now become quite mature. The doors to various fields of knowledge and literature have opened up to him. This exposure has stripped away his sheer emotionalism, aligning his perceptions with rationality. He is now accustomed to viewing everything in the light of reality... He is a human being, and a normal one at that...! Therefore, he has no desire to engage in acts that only supernatural beings could perform. For instance, his concept of love is now the love of a mortal—the love of a person who lives among other people, under the shadow of life's complexities and entanglements. And for whom the dominance of the sexual element is absolutely essential in the formation of this love. He no longer subscribes to the imaginary concept of Platonic love. Instead, his love now incorporates the sexual pleasure derived from the female body. He believes that there is a harmony between the body and the soul; the two are intrinsically linked. Therefore, no such spiritual love exists in this world that is devoid of physical pleasure. Anyone who thinks otherwise is merely the victim of an illusory pleasure. The longing to express one's youth is bound to be visible in such a person's eyes, yet despite this, they remain unable to express it. Keeping these very thoughts in mind, Rashid satirizes Platonic love in his poem Huzn-e-Insaan (The Sorrow of Man):
Jism aur rooh mein aahang nahi
Lazzat andoz-e-dil-aaweezi-e-mohoom hai tu
Khasta-e-kashmakash-e-fikr-o-amal!
Tujh ko hai hasrat-e-izhaar-e-shabaab
Aur izhaar se mazoor bhi hai.
Jism neki ke khayalaat se mafroor bhi hai
Iss qadar saada-o-masoom hai tu
Phir bhi neki hi kiye jaati hai.
Keh dil-o-jism ke aahang se mahroom hai tu!
[There is no harmony between your body and soul
You revel in an illusory charm
O weary victim of the struggle between thought and action!
You harbor the longing to express your youth
Yet you are incapacitated from expressing it.
Your body is a fugitive from thoughts of virtue
You are so simple and innocent
Yet you continue to act virtuously.
For you are deprived of the harmony between heart and body!]
In his view, the body itself is the medium through which the soul embraces greatness; it is a source of joy and ecstasy. However, a believer in Platonic love remains ignorant of this reality. What would they know of the enchanting magic of a beautiful winter night's passion...? To them, love is but an unrefined melody... a meaningless thing. Because they are deprived of the harmony between heart and body:
Jism hai rooh ki azmat ke liye zeena-e-noor
Manba-e-kaif-o-suroor
Na-rasa aaj bhi hai shauq-e-paristaar-e-jamaal
Aah! Insaan keh hai jaada-kash-e-raah-e-taweel
(Rooh-e-Yunaan pe salaam)
Ik zamistaan ki haseen raat ka hangaam-e-tapaak
Uss ki lazzaat se aagah hai kaun...?
Ishq hai tere liye naghma-e-khaam
Keh dil-o-jism ke aahang se mahroom hai tu!
[The body is a stairway of light for the soul's greatness
A source of joy and ecstasy
Unfulfilled even today is the desire of the worshipper of beauty
Ah! Man, who is a traveler on a long, arduous path
(Salutations to the spirit of Greece)
The passionate tumult of a beautiful winter night
Who is truly aware of its pleasures...?
Love is but an unrefined melody for you
For you are deprived of the harmony between heart and body!]
He then asserts that the winter nights are not yet useless, nor are the days of spring without purpose. The tragedy, however, is that you are deprived of the harmony between body and soul. He reflects that man is still a victim of illusions. He continues to deceive beauty, forcing it even today into a false sense of sanctity. Yet, these very circumstances evoke a sense of optimism within him. He envisions the future taking on a different hue. He can see the strings of the lyres snapping:
Jism aur rooh ke aahang se mahroom hai tu!
Warna shab-haaye-zamistaan abhi bekaar nahi
Aur na be-sood hain ayyaam-e-bahaar!
Aah insaan keh hai wehmon ka paristaar abhi
Husn-e-bechaare ko dhoka sa diye jaata hai
Zauq-e-taqdees pe majboor kiye jaata hai
Toot jayenge kisi roz mazaameer ke taar
Muskura de keh hai taabinda abhi tera shabaab
Hai yahi Hazrat-e-Yazdaan ke tamaskhur ka jawaab!
[You are deprived of the harmony between body and soul!
Otherwise, the winter nights are not yet useless
Nor are the days of spring without purpose!
Ah, man, who is still a worshipper of illusions
He continues to deceive poor beauty
Forcing it into a disposition of sanctity
One day, the strings of these lyres will snap
Smile, for your youth is still radiant
This alone is the answer to the mockery of God!]
It is evident that any poetry composed with these thoughts in mind will inherently deviate from tradition. It will stand in opposition to those imaginary theories. The ideas presented within it will have no connection to spirituality or sanctity. Instead, descriptions of sexuality will be found throughout. It will reflect the true picture of the emotions and feelings of a human being—a normal human being.
Thus, modern poetry appears to breathe in this very world. The love and romance it speaks of belong to human beings—not angels! The desires it portrays are also human, not celestial. The modern poet does not know how to dwell in an imaginary realm. He lives among flesh-and-blood human beings who walk, talk, and laugh; who are captivated by the beauty of young women and harbor the desire to embrace them. He does not hesitate to openly express the profound impact this environment has on his heart and mind. Furthermore, over the past few years, our society has also undergone a transformation. It has changed significantly. Many of the customs and traditions that had bound it in countless chains until recently have now faded away. Modern life has largely encouraged women to step out of the prisons of their homes. It has brought about changes in their attire. They now adorn themselves more elaborately and walk playfully along the public thoroughfares. The modern poet is moved by the sight of them. His sexual desires are aroused, and he openly articulates whatever he feels in his heart. Classical poets also depicted these themes, but their descriptions were dominated by external aspects, lacking an internal, subjective element. The truth is, they were not as sensitive as the modern poets. Moreover, because they were constrained by certain social bonds regarding sexuality, they did not want to taint themselves too much in their expressions. They shied away from discussing sexual relations, sexual arousal, and similar topics. They lacked the courage to break the social shackles that had been imposed upon them for centuries. Additionally, because they harbored a sense of hidden guilt in their own hearts, they were reluctant to speak of these matters openly. The environment they breathed in taught them to sin in secret. The modern poets despised this hypocrisy. They consider the uninhibited expression of all their emotional states to be the pinnacle of their art. Consequently, today we find explicit portrayals of sexual desires and sensual experiences in the works of most of these poets!
Take Rashid, for example, among the modern poets! In his early days, he appears to be a purely romantic poet, discussing his beloved and his romance in a somewhat traditional style. Poems such as Main Usay Waqif-e-Ulfat Na Karun (I Shall Not Acquaint Her with Love), Rukhsat (Departure), Gunah-o-Mohabbat (Sin and Love), and Meri Mohabbat Jawan Rahegi (My Love Shall Remain Young) are examples of this phase. In Gunah-o-Mohabbat, he presents his romance in a completely traditional manner. He begins by stating that his youth led him to commit many sins, and that for years, day and night, he dwelled in this world of transgression:
Gharz jawani mein har mann ke tarab ka saman ban gaya main
Gunah ki alaishon mein luthra hua ik insan ban gaya main
[In short, in my youth, I became the source of joy for every heart,
I became a human soiled in the impurities of sin.]
But afterward, love guided him onto a specific path and purified his life from the filth of those sins:
Mujhe mohabbat ne masiyat ke jahannumon se bacha liya hai
Mujhe jawani ki teera-o-taar pastiyon se utha liya hai
[Love has saved me from the hells of transgression,
It has lifted me from the dark and dismal depths of youth.]
These dark and dismal depths of youth and these impurities of sin establish him as a man of a specific era, a specific time, and a specific environment. However, as he advances along the highway of sexuality, the shifting tides of circumstance force him to change his course. He arrives in an entirely different world, where his suppressed desires and a life cloaked in sanctity become a torment for him. The thought repeatedly haunts him that he spent years in a world of piety, yet his true soul remained unrevealed to anyone. He had constantly policed his own desires:
Dabaye rakha hai seene mein apni aahon ko
Wahin diya hai shab-o-roz pech-o-taab unhein
Zaban-e-shauq banaya nahin nigahon ko
Kiya nahin kabhi wahshat mein be-naqab unhein
Khayal hi mein kiya parwarish gunahon ko
Kabhi kiya na jawani se bahra-yaab unhein
[I kept my sighs suppressed within my chest,
There, day and night, I let them twist and turn.
I did not let my eyes become the tongue of desire,
Nor did I ever unveil them in my madness.
I nurtured my sins only within my thoughts,
Never allowing them to reap the fruits of youth.]
But upon reaching this stage, he begins to feel that he is being punished for his restraint, as his youth has now become brimming with poison. A strange desire now tugs at his heart, and he says with a sense of longing:
Aye kash chhup ke kahin ik gunah kar leta
Halawaton se jawani ko apni bhar leta
Gunah aik bhi ab tak kiya na kyun main ne?
[Oh, how I wish I had committed a sin in secret somewhere,
And filled my youth with sweetness.
Why have I not committed even a single sin until now?]
He then seeks solace in literature and art. Yet, even in these realms, he finds the dominion of that same silvery dream. Thus, his heart declares:
Mera ji chahta hai aik din is khwab-e-seemeen ko
Hijab-e-fan-e-raqs-o-naghma se azaad kar dalun
Abhi tak yeh gurezaan hai mohabbat ki nigahon se
Isay ik paikar-e-insan mein aabad kar dalun
[My heart desires that one day, this silvery dream,
I should free from the veil of the art of dance and song.
It still shies away from the gaze of love,
I should embody it within a human form.]
Beyond this milestone, he arrives at a turning point in his poetry where all traces of sanctity vanish. He now becomes a normal human being of this world. He can now fearlessly approach the female body and extract light and melody from it, to the point that a tremor awakens within his own chest. At this juncture, he appears eager to fill his chest with the pleasures of life and to seek the fulfillment of his soul:
Dekh is jazbaat ke nashe ko dekh!
Tere seene mein bhi ik larzish si paida ho chali
Zindagi ki lazzaton se seena bhar lene bhi de
Mujh ko apni rooh ki takmeel kar lene bhi de!
[Look, look at this intoxication of emotions!
A tremor has begun to stir within your chest as well.
Let me fill my chest with the pleasures of life,
Let me achieve the fulfillment of my soul!]
From there, he continues to forge ahead. Consequently, in his poetry, we now find mentions of the touch of lips... or the description of a beautiful winter night, and beneath the shadow of a grapevine, a world of sheer ecstasy and intoxication...! We see him quenching the thirst of his soul from the springtime reed-bed of a body; initiating an eternal pleasure; and deriving ecstasy from someone's fragrance and intoxication. We read of tremors rising in the jasmine fields of a lover's chest, restlessly taking his embers into their embrace. He now reaches a stage where, beneath the shisham trees in the moonlight, he expresses his soul through his kisses. For him, the expression of the soul is the ultimate truth—the soul remains alive and radiant only through expression... Now, even when he loves—and he has loved many times—sanctity plays no part in it. He is now a transformed man in the realm of love:
Main jo sarmast nihangon ki tarah
Apne jazbaat ki shoreeda-sari se majboor
Muztarib rehta hoon madhoshi-e-ishrat ke liye
Aur teri sada parastish ki bajaye
Marta hoon teri hum-aghoshi ki lazzat ke liye
[I, who like intoxicated crocodiles,
Compelled by the frenzy of my emotions,
Remain restless for the stupor of pleasure,
And instead of your simple worship,
I die for the pleasure of your embrace.]
Yet, despite all this, his love remains love...! Its nature has certainly changed, but this altered nature is more scientific... it is closer to life... it is reality... it is grounded in truth and loyalty. Thus, he declares:
Mere jazbaat ko tu phir bhi hiqarat se na dekh!
Aur mere ishq se mayoos na ho!
Keh mera ahd-e-wafa hai abadi!
[Even so, do not look at my emotions with disdain!
And do not despair of my love!
For my vow of fidelity is eternal!]
This, then, is the brief story of Rashid’s intellectual evolution and the various stages of his poetry! He has presented love and romance, embellishing them as much as possible, in the clear light of reality. In his work, imaginary concepts steeped in spirituality have absolutely no place. On the contrary, the nature of love in his poetry is sexual from beginning to end—and its expression remains deeply intertwined with realism throughout.
Beyond Rashid, this is also true for the majority of modern poets: they assign immense importance to sexual desire in their construction of love and romance. Furthermore, they do not hesitate to express such emotions and feelings openly. Take Meeraji, for instance; an undercurrent of sexuality runs through his poetry from beginning to end. He himself writes: I consider the sexual act and everything associated with it to be nature's great blessing, and the greatest comfort and grace of life. The filth that civilization and culture have accumulated around sex is deeply offensive to me. Therefore, as a reaction, I view everything in the world through the mirror of this concept of sex, which is perfectly in tune with nature and... which is my ideal. This is why we encounter descriptions of the various states and conditions of sexual desire at every step in his work. He articulates all the sexually charged thoughts that arise in the hearts of today's youth. He does not hold back from openly stating what others hesitate to say. Ultimately, however, he is merely stating certain realities. Therefore, he cannot be condemned simply for being explicit. When he says:
Aaj raat
Mera dil
Chahta hai tu bhi mere paas aa
Aur soyen saath saath
[Tonight
My heart
Desires that you too come to me
And we sleep side by side]
Tere pairahan mujhe
Yaad aate hain bohat
Aasmaan bhi saaf hai
Aur sitare aur chaand
Bekhud o sarmast hain
Taazgi
Hai ayaan
Zarre zarre se zameen ke aah lekin bebasi,
Aur tanhai meri!
[I remember your garments
So very much
The sky is clear too
And the stars and the moon
Are entranced and intoxicated
Freshness
Is evident
From every particle of the earth, ah, but this helplessness,
And my loneliness!]
Aaj tu aaja meri humraaz ban
Aa bhi ja!
Aa ghatayen aa rahi hain be-nishaan raftaar se
Aur in kaali ghataon mein se sarmasti, khumaar
Aur paani ke hain taar
Tu bhi aa
Mil ke hum
Aaj raat
Gaa hi lein chahat ke geet?
Jism bhi tera mujhe marghoob hai
Aur teri har ada
Aur yeh chehra tera
Mehboob hai
[Come today, become my confidante
Come now!
Come, the dark clouds are approaching with a traceless speed
And from these black clouds emerge intoxication, languor
And threads of rain
You come too
Together, we
Tonight
Might just sing the songs of desire?
Your body, too, is desirable to me
And your every gesture
And this face of yours
Is beloved]
Teri yeh pyari jawani ik achhooti si kali
Aur soorat saadi saadi saanwali,
Aur tere baalon mein yeh champa ke phool
Aur nazuk haath par lipta hua gajra tera
Aur gale mein ek haar
Aah tere sab singaar
Khenchte hain dil ke taar
Aur ik halki si goonj
Iss faza ki wusaton mein kho gayi
[This lovely youth of yours, like an untouched bud
And a face so simple, simple and dusky,
And these champa flowers in your hair
And the garland wrapped around your delicate hand
And a necklace around your neck
Ah, all your adornments
Tug at the strings of the heart
And a faint echo
Is lost in the vastness of this atmosphere]
Aa meri nanhi pari!
Aa meri mann-mohni!
Aaj raat
Chahta hoon tu bhi mere paas ho!
(Sargoshiyan)
[Come, my little fairy!
Come, my enchantress!
Tonight
I desire that you too be near me!
(Whispers)]
...he is not merely translating his own desires, but rather unmasking the innermost feelings of all young men. What young man does not harbor such thoughts in his moments of solitude? Others conceal them; Meeraji articulates them. At the same time, however, we occasionally find that his poetry lacks the sexual disposition of a healthy individual. On the contrary, in certain places, he appears sexually pathological. He has experienced love, yet he has remained distant from women. It seems this distance from women has compelled him to resort to acts that are unnatural, the practice of which cannot keep a person sexually healthy. Consequently, he finds satisfaction merely by casting a fleeting, superficial glance at a woman's charm. Now, what does it mean to look at a woman's charm with a fleeting glance? You can deduce that for yourself! Ultimately, his condition deteriorates to the point where, in his poem Lab-e-Joo-e-Baare (By the Riverbank), when he observes a woman urinating by the river, he is left utterly helpless. He is convinced that he cannot consummate the sexual act. Therefore, it culminates in masturbation. And in this manner, whatever is left of his sexual desire finds its gratification. The sexual state he presents in the poem Sarsarahat (Rustling) carries this exact same undertone. Meeraji himself wrote regarding this: Sarsarahat is a momentary mental state, the nature of which is sexual. Yet, this does not appear to be the mental state of a healthy human being. Here, too, we sense an abnormal psychological debauchery. This very element is embedded in the metaphor of the creases (silwatein). We feel that the writer is deriving a solitary, peculiar pleasure from his own specific state:
Yahan in silwaton par haath rakh doon
Yeh lehrein hain, bahi jaati, aur mujh ko bahati hain
Yeh mouj-e-baada hain, saghar ki khwabida fazaon mein
Achanak jaag uthti hai.
Haqeeqat ke jahan se koi iss duniya mein dar aaye
Toh uss ke hont mutabassim hon, shayad qehqaha uth kar, jakar le apne hathon se
(Sarsarahat)
[Let me place my hand here on these creases
These are waves, flowing away, and carrying me along
They are waves of wine, in the slumbering atmospheres of the goblet
Suddenly awakening.
If someone from the realm of reality were to enter this world
Their lips would smile, perhaps a burst of laughter would rise, and grip them with its hands
(Rustling)]
This placing of the hand on the creases, this flowing of the waves, this sudden awakening of the goblet's slumbering atmosphere within the heart—all of this betrays exactly what I alluded to above. It is this very unhealthy sexual disposition that has rendered Meeraji largely pessimistic. One does not find vitality or exuberance in his poetry; instead, there is a pervasive sense of extinguished melancholy.
And then, among the younger poets, consider Vishwamitra Adil! His case is much the same. That is to say, he too presents himself in his poetry as a normal human being of this world. The majority of his poems convey the sense that he has experienced love, but due to certain social restrictions and cultural constraints, he has repeatedly had to face the bitter taste of failure. His ideal woman could not become the queen of his palace. Instead, she was bound to another, the impact of which left Adil wandering in a state of deep distress. Every single moment began to feel as heavy as a mountain, impossible to pass. His entire life was drained of joy, color, and fragrance. Like a defeated and disillusioned young man, he began wandering aimlessly, sifting the dust of the streets like a madman. In an attempt to find some solace in life, he dissolved himself in the teacups of coffeehouses and lost himself in the paperwork of offices. Ultimately, however, when his restraint reached its breaking point, the lights of dilapidated, dusky nests along the highway began tempting his senses toward sin. In other words, a tremor awoke within his sexual desires—because they are, after all, natural and cannot be entirely suppressed. Consequently, he began openly visiting these nests to quench his thirst. Yet, the memory of his ideal woman never stopped haunting him. His love endured, and not for a single moment was he oblivious to her thought. It is curious that Adil, in his poetry, does not turn to alcohol to wash away the bitterness of failure or to forget the resulting pain. Even though alcohol might offer greater solace, his sexual drive refuses to let him be. This fact cries out that, as far as the consummation of sexual desire is concerned, he is as helpless as any normal human being. For no one can stand defiant against nature. He may abstain from wine, but to fulfill a natural urge, he is inevitably driven toward those dilapidated, dusky nests...
Daftaron ke kaghazon mein gum hua jata hoon main
Qehwa khanon ke piyalon mein ghula jata hoon main
Ya andheri raat mein
Soone soone raston ke aas paas
Sookhe sookhe sheeshamon ke aur khambon ke hujoom
Dekhta jata hoon... yunhi sochta jata hoon main
Ya barha jata hoon main
Toote phoote bhoore bhoore aashiyanon ki taraf
Jin ki phulki kapkapati roshni
Mere ehsasat ko deti hai targhib-e-gunah!
(Keh Tu Aurat Nahin)
[I find myself lost among office papers
I find myself dissolving in the cups of coffeehouses
Or in the dark of the night
Around the desolate, empty streets
The crowds of dry sheesham trees and poles
I keep looking at them... I just keep thinking
Or I keep moving forward
Towards the broken, brown nests
Whose faint, trembling light
Tempts my senses toward sin!
(That You Are Not a Woman)]
Adil has another poem titled Khakay (Sketches), in which he paints a picture of his love story and the state of mind that followed. First, he describes his initial meeting with his ideal woman. When that woman stood before him, her gaze was lowered as if she were silently forging a covenant of love. Meanwhile, hundreds of desires were awakening in Adil's heart. At that moment, he could think of nothing else but what would happen if, in the intensity of his passion, his warm, youthful, strong hand were to touch the curve of her waist. The line of her waist seemed to be calling out to his arm. These are thoughts and desires that are sexual, yet entirely natural, and their emergence in the heart of any young person is absolutely essential:
Fasurda shaam ki tanhai phailti hi gayi
Barha barha ke barhati hui sukoon ke haath
Chamakte kanch ka guldaan tha kinare par
Safed phool ki gardan jhuki jhuki hi rahi
Sukoot reshmi pardon ki narm lehron ko
Thapak thapak ke sulata raha, sulata raha
Khari hui woh dariche ke paas dekhti thi
Rawa-e-aab-e-ufuq tairti ababeelain,
Main us ke paas khara apne dil mein sochta tha
Mere qareeb, magar phir bhi kitni door hai tu,
Kamar ka khatt mere bazoo ko ik bulawa hai
Jawan garm tanomand haath barh ke agar
Kham-e-kamar se jo chhoone laga to kya hoga?
Khinche rahe magar ehsaas ke sitar ke taar
Aur us ki god mein khamosh dard ka mara
Udaas geet mohabbat ka thar-tharata raha!
(Khakay)
[The loneliness of the melancholy evening kept spreading
Extending, ever extending the hands of tranquility
There was a gleaming glass vase on the edge
The neck of the white flower remained bowed
The silence kept patting the soft waves of the silken curtains
Lulling them to sleep, lulling them to sleep
Standing by the window, she watched
The swallows floating on the water-like expanse of the horizon,
Standing near her, I thought in my heart
So close to me, yet how far away you are,
The curve of your waist is an invitation to my arm
If this young, warm, strong hand reaches out
And touches the curve of your waist, what will happen?
But the strings of the sitar of feeling remained taut
And in her lap, stricken by silent pain
The sad song of love kept trembling!
(Sketches)]
But at that moment, alongside this emotional state, he could also see the ghost of religion and tradition lunging toward him, bent on thwarting his love:
Fasurda shaam ki tanhai phailti hi gayi
Barha barha ke barhati hui sukoon ke haath
Main us ke paas khara tha magar woh tanha thi
Ufuq par abr ke tukre the sard aaine
Inhi pe meri nazar talkh injimaad bani
Jhalak raha tha bhayanak muheeb tez-o-taar
Jahan ke mazhab-o-rasm-o-riwaj ka ik bhoot
Jo baar baar lapakta tha, daant peesta tha
Woh dar gayi, woh to aurat thi us ne kuchh na kaha
Pare khajoor ke oopar khamosh gol sa chaand
Ubhar raha tha, ubharta raha, ubharta raha
(Khakay)
[The loneliness of the melancholy evening kept spreading
Extending, ever extending the hands of tranquility
I stood near her, but she was alone
On the horizon, the patches of cloud were cold mirrors
Upon them, my gaze turned into a bitter freeze
A terrifying, dreadful, sharp and dark figure was reflecting
A ghost of the world's religion and traditions
Which lunged again and again, gnashing its teeth
She grew scared; she was a woman, she said nothing
Far away, above the date palm, a silent, round moon
Was rising, kept rising, kept rising
(Sketches)]
This ghost did not rest until it forced him to face failure. His world was ruined, and every single moment of time became a heavy burden upon him. The ants of crawling moments silently kept sucking at his body:
Meri tarapti hui rooh pharpharata hai
Naheef zeest se aari hai, phir bhi toote hue
Magar yeh rengte lamhon ki cheontiyan chup chaap
Lipat lipat ke isay baar baar choosti hain
(Khakay)
[My restless soul flutters
Frail, devoid of life, yet broken
But these ants of crawling moments, silently
Clinging to it, suck it again and again
(Sketches)]
But ultimately, he was human. This failure and the memory of that woman combined could not extinguish his sexual drive, which is entirely natural. Consequently, frustrated by his loneliness, he brings his body (not his soul) close to another body that is under his control for a few moments. If he wants to meet her eyes, he can. If he wants to tousle her hair, he can do that too. If he wants to embrace her, he can do so boldly and without any hindrance. In short, at this stage, there are no barriers for him. And now, out of compulsion, he begins to live in this world:
Barahna jism hai aur ajnabi faza basta
Khizaan mein farsh-e-gulistan ka ek aaina
Zara nazar to uthao nigahein milti hain
Bikher bhi do haseen baal lo bikhartay hain
Lipatne do bhi mujhe main lipatta jata hoon
Koi bhi rok nahin hai koi bhi rok nahin,
Fasurda raat ki tanhai ab simatti hai,
Simat simat ke sikarti hui sikarti hui
Yeh mujh se kehti hui ab yahan na aayenge
(Khakay)
[A naked body and a closed, alien atmosphere
A mirror of the garden floor in autumn
Just lift your gaze, eyes meet
Let those beautiful hairs fall loose, see, they scatter
Let me embrace you, I keep embracing
There is no barrier at all, no barrier at all,
The loneliness of the melancholy night now shrinks,
Shrinking, contracting, contracting
Telling me that they will not come here anymore
(Sketches)]
This is the case not only with Adil but with most young poets: they do not live in a fantasy world. Instead, they view all circumstances scientifically, in the light of reality. They do not forget the importance of the sexual drive. They know that no matter what, the fulfillment of this urge is essential. Therefore, the mention of this fundamental sexual drive appears repeatedly in their work. However, this is realism, not obscenity! To some people, such descriptions might indeed be considered obscene, but these can only be people who are lagging far behind the times. Having breathed and been raised in a feudal era, they have become accustomed to viewing everything from a specific, narrow perspective. In the feudal era, there was an attempt to conceal not just sexual matters, but everything—a practice that continues today. But our modern poets, on the one hand, despise feudal ideologies and thus desire to shatter everything associated with them. On the other hand, they have now become more mature in their vision. Their perspective and their approach to every issue have become more scientific. Therefore, there is bound to be a stark difference between tradition and modernity. This distinction exists in poetry as well. If tradition views certain depicted subjects as obscene, modernity considers them to be realism.
Because modern poets cast a deep gaze upon all aspects of life, they do not hesitate to mention instances where certain individuals in society resort to unjust exploitation to satisfy their sexual desires. Such people, upon finding an opportunity, buy a maiden's youth for a few coins. In some places, they rob a female laborer of her chastity and honor. Elsewhere, masquerading as priests and clerics, they ruin a young woman's life under the guise of sanctity. Our poets do not ignore these issues either. Consequently, the depiction of such matters is increasingly found in contemporary poetry. This is because a wave of disgust against the current system of life runs through all their work, compelling them to dismantle and destroy all the hypocritical structures of society. When modern poets mention these things, they do not seek to derive any sexual pleasure from them. Rather, they aim to arouse feelings of hatred among the public against these exploiters. Therefore, the obscenity that emerges here is, firstly, a true picture of one facet of life, and secondly, it carries a purpose within itself—which is, in truth, a great purpose. When Salaam Machhalishahari describes a capitalist's exploitation of a female laborer, there is not the slightest hint that he himself is feeling any erotic pleasure in it. Instead, like a painter, he simply sketches a specific scene:
Yeh scenery hai, yeh Taj Mahal, yeh Krishan hain aur yeh Radha hain,
Yeh couch hai, yeh pipe hai mera, yeh novel hai, yeh risala hai
Yeh Gandhi hain, Tagore hain yeh, yeh shahenshah, yeh malika hain!
Har cheez ki babat poochti hai, jaane kitni masoom hai yeh!
[This is a scenery, this is the Taj Mahal, this is Krishna and this is Radha,
This is a couch, this is my pipe, this is a novel, this is a magazine
This is Gandhi, this is Tagore, this is the emperor, this is the queen!
She asks about everything, who knows how innocent she is!]
Haan is par raat ko sone se meethi meethi neend aati hai
Haan is ke dabane se bijli ki roshni gul ho jati hai
Samjhi ke nahi, yeh kamra hai, haan mera drawing room hai yeh!
Itni jaldi mazdoor aurat aakhir yeh gale mein baahein kyun?
Le der hui ab bhaag bhi ja, bas itni mohabbat kafi hai
Is mulk ke rehne walon ko paise hi ki haajat kafi hai
Itni hansi mukh khamoshi, itni manoos nigahein kyun?
Main soch raha hoon kuch baitha pipe ke dhuen ke baadal mein
Main chhup sa gaya hoon ik nazuk takhayyul ke maile aanchal mein
(Drawing Room)
[Yes, sleeping on this at night brings sweet, sweet sleep
Yes, pressing this turns off the electric light
Do you understand or not, this is a room, yes, this is my drawing room!
So soon, working woman, why these arms around my neck?
Look, it's late, run along now, just this much love is enough
For the dwellers of this country, the need for money is enough
Why this smiling silence, why these familiar glances?
I sit here thinking something in the clouds of pipe smoke
I have somewhat hidden myself in the soiled hem of a delicate imagination
(Drawing Room)]
Similarly, when he exposes the exploits of every priest in his poem Bhent (The Offering) in such a way that:
Taqaddus ke haseen shaitan ke qadmon ki aahat mein
Yahan dosheezgi ki cheekh bhi gum ho gayi aakhir
Ghane patton ke neeche murti ki muskurahat mein
Hamesha ke liye bholi pujaran kho gayi aakhir
(Bhent)
[Amidst the footsteps of the beautiful devil of sanctity
Even the scream of virginity was ultimately lost here
Beneath the dense leaves, in the smile of the idol
The innocent priestess was ultimately lost forever
(The Offering)]
...even then, there is no indication that the poet himself is taking any voyeuristic pleasure in the scene. On the contrary, an underlying sense of disgust runs beneath it. Furthermore, there is no excessive obscenity here. Instead, his artistry introduces an element of concealment, which significantly heightens the poem's impact. Such occurrences are not entirely new to our society. We witness such incidents daily with our own eyes, hear about them, and read about them in the newspapers. The poet simply draws inspiration from these realities and clothes them in the form of a poem.
There is no doubt that in some places, modern poets do begin to say things that reveal their mental hedonism. That is, they describe the female body and the sensations it evokes with a lingering relish. However, the description of the female body and the resulting ecstasy is not something exclusive to contemporary poetry. In fact, the depiction of the female form holds a prominent place in literature and art worldwide. There is hardly a poet, novelist, short story writer, sculptor, or painter in the world who has not depicted the female body and the pleasure derived from it in their creations. Centuries ago, some individuals expressed things that would cause embarrassment even if spoken today in the twentieth century.
But art and literature must rise above the constraints of morality. If moral restrictions were imposed upon them, the voices of artists would sound stifled and suffocated. For art, it is enough simply to create something beautiful. If it can take any subject in the world and embrace it with beauty, it is successful. And this beauty is truth and reality. Therefore, it is not necessary to impose any kind of restrictions on art. Accordingly, Havelock Ellis wrote in his famous book The Dance of Life that Art is more moral than morality.
This is also one of the perspectives held by our new poets. Furthermore, because they live in a society whose system is not built on sound foundations, there is a lack of proportion in the values of life. Consequently, this very thing is reflected in our art and literature, which exhibits a chaotic and anarchic quality from beginning to end. A person breathing in such an environment runs away from life. He seeks escapism. He wants to build a world of intoxication and ecstasy to forget social bitternesses. This has happened in every era and every age. But this does not mean that people are not born to face these circumstances manfully, people who take steps to end these conditions. This certainly happens. A clear example of this is modern Urdu poetry itself: on one hand, it delivers messages of revolution, but on the other hand, a sense of escapism is also visible in the poetry of some. And both these things are running side by side.
I consider all of Urdu poetry to be a demand of circumstances and events. Whatever is written in it, had to be written. Art is created through the synthesis of the social environment and the writer's personality. Some writers and poets possess an inner drive to push forward. Others know nothing but to sit down in exhaustion.
Take N.M. Rashid, for example! His mindset is a defeated one. He seeks escape from life and wants to forget its bitterness by losing himself in the intoxicating embrace of the fairer sex and the euphoric waves of pure wine. Yet, the problems of India are also right before his eyes. When he casts a glance at its wretched state, he finds this land bound in the iron chains of tyranny and oppression. He also wants to take revenge on those who have bound it in these chains. However, the nature of this revenge is entirely different. He does not have the power to openly confront his adversaries on the battlefield, because he possesses neither the weapons of war nor the courage to propel himself forward in combat.
Therefore, he finds another path to exact his revenge. And that path is to find a But-e-Farang (a Western idol/woman) somewhere and extinguish the fire of his vengeance with his lips, which brings him mental peace. Intiqam (Revenge) is exactly this kind of poem. I would go so far as to say that if this poem had not been created, Urdu poetry would have remained deprived of the history of India over the last two or three hundred years and its subsequent impacts. Now, in this single poem alone, the entire ebb and flow of Indian life and a complete portrait of the mental state of its inhabitants, born out of slavery, has been presented:
Us ka chehra, us ke khad-o-khaal yaad aate nahi
Ik shabistan yaad hai
Ik barahna jism aatish-daan ke paas
Farsh par qaleen, qaleenon par sej
Dhaat aur patthar ke but
Gosha-e-deewar mein hanste hue
Aur aatish-daan mein angaron ka shor
In buton ki be-hisi par khashmgeen!
Ujli ujli oonchi deewaron pe aks
In farangi haakimon ki yaadgaar
Jin ki talwaron ne rakha tha yahan
Sang-e-bunyaad-e-farang
Yaani sang-e-turbat-e-Hindustan!
Us ka chehra us ke khad-o-khaal yaad aate nahi
Ik barahna jism ab tak yaad hai
Ajnabi aurat ka jism
Mere honton ne liya tha raat bhar
Jis se arbaab-e-watan ki be-basi ka intiqam
Woh barahna jism ab tak yaad hai!
(Intiqam)
[Her face, her features I do not remember
I remember a bedchamber
A naked body near the fireplace
Carpets on the floor, a bed upon the carpets
Idols of metal and stone
Laughing in the corner of the wall
And the noise of the embers in the fireplace
Furious at the apathy of these idols!
Reflections on the bright, high walls
Memorials of those foreign rulers
Whose swords had laid here
The foundation stone of the West
Meaning, the tombstone of India!
Her face, her features I do not remember
A naked body I remember still
The body of a foreign woman
From which my lips took all night long
Revenge for the helplessness of my countrymen
That naked body I remember still!
(Revenge)]
In this poem, Rashid has described a specific act of his. While its nature is certainly sexual, deriving sexual pleasure is not Rashid's objective. He merely desires revenge, and it is this very desire for revenge that compels him to take this step. Rashid's mindset is a defeated one, and this act, this step, this action is the result of that very defeated mentality. It is a purely psychological phenomenon that when a person becomes excessively weak and no longer has the strength to confront a more powerful entity, they inevitably have to surrender. However, they continue to fight back through other means, or at the very least, they do not banish the thought of resistance and revenge from their heart. Consequently, they either try to harm their opponent or hurl abuses at them.
Consider the act of cursing from a purely academic perspective, in the light of psychology. After all, why does a person use profanity? It is the natural desire for revenge that incites him to do so. Where are curses involving mothers and sisters not commonplace? They have been prevalent for centuries. Furthermore, it is generally observed that a weak person extinguishes his fire of revenge through excessive cursing. This poem is not a curse, but until it is examined in the light of these ideas, it cannot be fully understood. Centuries of slavery have incapacitated India. It lacks the strength to move forward. It lacks the courage to take any aggressive action against the forces of tyranny and oppression. For India, taking revenge against these forces is no easy task. Yet, despite this, attempts at revenge are being made on both collective and individual levels. One example of such an individual attempt is the path chosen by Rashid, which lays bare the image of his defeated mentality. People call it an obscene poem. I, however, consider it one facet of an elegy mourning India's destitution, wretchedness, and utter helplessness.
Another consequence of our social environment is that our youth suffer terribly from sexual starvation. The restrictions imposed on women here are not seen in any other country. Here, men and women cannot meet openly. They cannot converse freely, nor can they sit together. The result of these circumstances is that we sense a profound sexual repression among Indian youth. It seems as though this natural urge of theirs has been suffocated. Consequently, whenever they produce a creative work, the impact of this repression is clearly reflected in it. Modern poetry could not escape this either. This state of mind is evident throughout the work of most modern poets. When Meeraji writes in his poem Targhib (Temptation):
Raseelay jaraim ki khushbu
[The fragrance of luscious crimes]
Meray zehen mein aa rahi hai
[Is wafting into my mind]
Raseelay jaraim ki khushbu
[The fragrance of luscious crimes]
Mujhay hadd-e-idraak se door le ja rahi hai
[Is taking me far beyond the limits of perception]
Jawani ka khoon hai
[It is the blood of youth]
Bahaarein hain mausam zameen par
[Spring is the season upon the earth]
Pasand aaj mujh ko junoon hai
[Today, madness appeals to me]
Nigahon mein hai meray nashay ki uljhan
[In my eyes is the confusion of intoxication]
Ke chhaaya hai targhib ka jaal har ik haseen par
[For the web of temptation is cast over every beauty]
Raseelay jaraim ki khushbu mujhay aaj lalcha rahi hai!
[The fragrance of luscious crimes tempts me today!]
Qawaneen-e-akhlaq ke saaray bandhan shikasta nazar aa rahay hain
[All the bonds of moral laws appear broken]
Haseen aur mamnoo jhurmat, meray dil ko phusla rahay hain
[Beautiful and forbidden clusters are enticing my heart]
Yeh malboos resham ke aur un ki larzish,
[These silken garments and their trembling,]
Yeh ghaaza... yeh anjan
[This rouge... this collyrium]
Nisai khoon ki har ik mohini aaj karti hai saazish
[Every enchantress of feminine blood conspires today]
Meray dil ko behka rahi hai!
[She is leading my heart astray!]
Meray zehen mein aa rahi hai
[Is wafting into my mind]
Raseelay jaraim ki khushbu!
[The fragrance of luscious crimes!]
(Targhib)
[(Temptation)]
...he is not merely painting a picture of his own internal state; rather, he is giving voice to the entire youth of India.
However, these aspects of obscenity discussed above are not found in all modern Urdu poets. Such poets are, in fact, very few. Since India is currently passing through a period of turmoil and trial, the majority of our poets are weaving the urgent and vital issues of the time into their poetry. They want their poetry to serve as a clarion call. Most of them are not obsessed with women! This is especially true for those poets associated with the Progressive Writers' Movement and the Progressive group. In their work, obscenity is nowhere to be found. Some even lack any trace of romance. All of them expose the bitter, concrete realities of life. Faiz, although he holds a towering stature among modern poets, does not have even a hint of obscenity in his work. There was certainly a time when he wandered through the gardens of romance, but he eventually arrived at the confluence of romance and reality, and ultimately began to lay bare the bitter and concrete realities of life. The same is true of Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi; he remained in the world of romance for a long time, but recently, his poetry has taken a completely different path. Ali Jawad Zaidi, Ali Sardar Jafri, Makhdoom Mohiuddin, Jan Nisar Akhtar, and Jazbi know nothing other than presenting the essential and important issues of life in their poetry—they rarely even mention women. Among the newer poets, Yusuf Zafar, Qayyum Nazar, Akhtar-ul-Iman, and Muneeb-ur-Rehman also display a highly composed demeanor. No deviance is visible in their poetry either. Although the internal, subjective element is dominant in their work as well, they never go astray. And yet, the uproar against the obscenity of modern poetry is so deafening that one cannot even hear oneself think!
The concept of obscenity is largely relative. Something that appears obscene to a specific individual in a particular society might not seem so to someone from another society. This perception arises from the demands of specific circumstances and events, and it must be viewed within that very context. For example, consider the way Western women dress and the playful manner in which they walk through marketplaces; we attribute this to immodesty and look down upon such exposure. However, for the members of their own society, there is nothing objectionable about it. When we observe these women displaying their bodies—revealing the golden hue of their arms, the radiant glow of their rouged faces, and the prominent curves of their breasts—they themselves feel no self-consciousness whatsoever. Nor do the young men of that society experience the state of restless agitation that grips Indian youth the moment they lay eyes on such women. Because such scenes are absent from Indian society, the underlying sense of sexual deprivation creates a mercurial restlessness in every vein and fiber of the local youth... But that was a comparison between the East and the West. Look at the different regions within India itself! What is considered obscene in terms of behavior, mannerisms, and style in North India is not deemed objectionable by most tribes in Gujarat, Central India, and South India. The semi-nude attire worn by women in Gujarat is frowned upon by North Indians... No North Indian woman would look approvingly at the traditional clothing of women from the Gond and Bhil tribes, because, on the one hand, it leaves their bodies exposed, and on the other, it accentuates all their physical contours. Furthermore, there are certain tribes where young girls do not cover their breasts with anything. They remain exposed, and within their culture, this is not considered shameful at all... The same principle applies to the depiction of specific situations and emotional states. If painting a picture of certain circumstances is considered inappropriate in one era, it may not be viewed negatively in another. Those who oppose such depictions do not truly belong to the contemporary age; rather, they are people of bygone times who cannot keep pace with the changing tides of time and the shifting moods of circumstances. However, those who have advanced intellectually present these matters as if there is absolutely nothing objectionable in discussing them!
The concept of obscenity is intrinsically linked to the depiction of sexuality and its related states and situations. Wherever a sexual aspect becomes prominent, or anything is said regarding it, people perceive it as obscene. However, these views have not always remained static throughout the world. In fact, concepts regarding sexuality have changed in almost every era. If the expression of its various states was considered shameful in one age, it was presented openly and without hesitation in another... Centuries ago, when humanity was entirely new to this world, sexual relations were not considered the sin that we consider them to be today. On the contrary, the sexual act was viewed as something highly sacred and significant... And there are hundreds of examples where sexual organs, their worship, and the various states associated with them were given a religious hue. Briffault, in his essay Religion and Sex, expressed the view that all the world's religions have been associated with sexual manifestations in one form or another. People of ancient times were not willing to accept, even for a moment, that there was no connection between religion and sexual matters. In various parts of the world, these two elements meet at a confluence. In places like Japan, India, New Guinea, Polynesia, Greece, and Rome, these concepts are frequently intertwined. Briffault writes that from the time humans roamed and hunted like wild beasts, up until they began to sustain themselves through agriculture, there was a widespread tradition of music and dance that provoked sexual arousal and served as an allegory for the sexual act... He then elaborates extensively on the fact that in antiquity, the countries considered the most civilized were precisely where we see sexuality and religion embracing one another. The worship of sexuality played a role in the ancient civilizations of Egypt, Babylon, Greece, Rome, Asia Minor, and the regions surrounding the Mediterranean Sea... The reality was that they considered the sexual act to be the greatest means of progress and advancement. This concept had imbued it with an aura of sanctity in their minds. Therefore, the concept of sin associated with sexuality and the sexual act is nowhere to be found in their cultures. In ancient times, we frequently find mentions of serpent worship, and many writers on sexuality agree that this is a symbolic representation of the sexual act and the sexual organ. In India, the stories of the relationship between Lord Shiva and Parvati demonstrate that man, woman, and their sexual act cannot be separated in any way, nor is anything gained by concealing it. In many countries before the Christian era, there are mentions of deities associated with sexuality, whom the common people actively worshipped. In Rome, the god of sex was called Priapus. On the walls of the ruined Roman city of Pompeii, there are paintings depicting scenes of sacrifices being offered to this deity. In Central America, there is ample evidence that sexual organs were once considered sacred and blessed. Even among the Jews, there are certain examples indicating that they viewed sexual organs with reverence... In short, the worship of sex and sexual organs was common in ancient religions. The concepts of shame or sin had no place in it, and the individuals of those societies viewed these practices with the same reverence that religious people today view their own various rituals. The practice of sexual sacrifices was also widespread in the temples of ancient Egypt... Consequently, the greatest sacrifice offered by women to Aphrodite was surrendering their chastity and purity to the temple priests in her name, and the priests there had made this a means to satisfy their own sexual desires. From all these examples... the truth becomes evident that sexual matters were once deeply intertwined with religion, and they were not considered objectionable in the slightest. On the contrary, recognizing their significance, humanity began to worship them.
But just as many things in the world provoke a reaction, so did these ideas. These concepts and rituals could not continue in the same manner for long. The reason was that, initially, there was no element of deceit, treachery, or forgery involved in them. On the contrary, a certain simplicity and innocence governed their practice. Over time, however, they became distorted, and many people turned them into a means of satisfying their primal desires and indulging in hedonism. Gradually, the concept of debauchery took root within them, and its excess began to prove harmful to society as a whole. By the first century CE, these rituals had become highly distorted. Although they were still widely practiced, many people had begun to view them with disdain. Consequently, in the beginning, Christian priests played a major role in curbing them. However, in their efforts to eradicate these practices, they too became extremists. As a result, all religions that were prevalent before Christianity were deemed unholy by them. Since sexual acts were not considered evil in those earlier religions, Christian priests declared sexuality itself to be unholy and condemned it as a sin. As a reaction, their attitudes became extreme. They labeled every religion other than their own as profane; at the same time, they dismissed the significance of sexual acts and relationships, branding their practice—which had been common in those earlier religions—as shameful. Consequently, the works of all Christian writers became saturated with these ideas: that the sexual act or the depiction of various sexual states was a sin, that a woman's body was a curse for a man, and that women led men astray. If we examine such writings in the light of Freudian theory, we conclude that by suppressing these acts, they found a slight psychological release for their own sexual hunger, which was prevalent among them. In any case, this movement established various taboos regarding sexuality, which exist to this day. However, these taboos are not natural; rather, they are constructs of our own society.
Because the subject of sexuality holds great importance, every human being takes an interest in it. It is a different matter that, due to certain social constraints, one might not be willing to openly discuss or listen to it. Yet, even individuals in such a society take pleasure in reading books in private that discuss sexual matters. Since this instinct exerts the greatest influence over both the human heart and mind, it is essential for every person to acquire as much knowledge about it as possible. Those who consider it inappropriate to speak or hear about it are merely trying to deceive others, while they themselves enjoy it in private. H.R.L. Sheppard writes in Some of My Religion that there are certain social taboos which may not be pleasant to discuss, but which one also does not wish to forget. This simply means that thinking, reflecting, and taking an interest in this subject is an inherent part of human nature, no matter how much social censorship condemns it. This is why people of every nation and country, in every era, have taken an interest in it—sometimes secretly, and sometimes openly! Given the significance of sexual relations, the importance of sex education was also recognized in certain places. In fact, the practice of sex education can still be found among some primitive societies today. We are left astonished when Dr. Malinowski and Margaret Mead inform us that many primitive tribes used to impart sex education under the guise of religious rituals, and continue to do so today. In his biography of Lycurgus, Plutarch reveals the significant role that dance played in encouraging young people toward marriage and promoting their sexual health. He mentions certain rituals where men and women would appear naked in public, and these activities would foster feelings of love and a desire for marriage among them.
All these examples demonstrate that society's sexual censorship is not commendable, nor is it so natural that it cannot be amended. History shows that these norms have changed in every era. There was a time when sexual acts and reproductive organs were worshipped. Then came an era, during the early days of Christianity, when this was heavily condemned, and the act itself was declared abhorrent. As a result, the sexual act and the female body were deemed a curse for mankind. When a statement like it is good for a man not to touch a woman falls from the lips of Saint Paul, our astonishment knows no bounds. However, this era could not last forever either. Following this came a time when Christian priests began living with women in a platonic manner, where establishing sexual relations was strictly forbidden. Yet, it was during this very period that a large number of priests were caught on charges of sexual misconduct. Eventually, the tradition of monasteries emerged, where monks and nuns lived together. It is impossible for men and women to live together without sexual relations developing between them. Consequently, the same thing happened here; the actions of these individuals brought disgrace to the Church. Indeed, it is sexual censorship itself that leads to human immorality. If people were to live openly and in a completely natural manner, such issues would not arise. Keeping these ideas in mind, rebellions against these prevailing notions of censorship have frequently occurred. Thus, the first rebel against the Church in matters of sex was the English poet Blake, who, at the end of the eighteenth century, wholeheartedly opposed the Church's censorship. He argued that the sexual act—which is the most beautiful and pleasant act in the world—had been needlessly criminalized by religion. Later, by the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, philosophers, scientists, and writers had formed a formidable front against sexual censorship. The Sexual Reform Congress, which included some of the greatest minds in the world, further fueled this movement.
The ebb and flow of these theories regarding sexuality can also be found in literature and art. There is no literature or art in any country of the world that does not describe sexuality and its associated states and conditions. In fact, some believe that if one wishes to observe the various theories of sexuality, its history, and the fluctuations of its currents in any given era, the best method is to study and analyze the literature and art of that time. And this is entirely correct. Look at the literatures of different countries across various eras! You will see the unmasked reflections of the very theories of sexuality that were prevalent in those times. Perhaps the very first literary creation in the world was one that mentioned sexual relations and their various states... The sexual act and its ecstasy must have had such a profound impact on primitive and uncivilized humans that they were compelled to spontaneously express something about it in the most beautiful manner possible. Songs must have been composed detailing sexual matters and their euphoria... But that is a matter of a time whose foundations rest solely on conjecture. However, even later, when we begin to find the missing links of literary history, we see the influence of this fundamental human emotion at work at every step, in every genre of literature. Look at the ancient epics in literature; in all of them, you will inevitably find descriptions of women. There will certainly be mentions of her various physical features. You will undoubtedly see various depictions of the ecstasy that her existence brings about. In the mythology of every country, the element that most captures our attention is the description of this very subject, even though mythology is where the element of sanctity is most prominent... Among ancient civilizations, India, China, Greece, Rome, Egypt, and Babylon are particularly noteworthy. The masterpieces of the people of these regions, which have now achieved the status of classics, are not devoid of descriptions of the various states of sexuality. In all of them, we see the woman. And we also find descriptions of the worlds of joy and euphoria that nature has embedded within her being. Look from the eras of Kalidasa, Valmiki, Homer, Li Po, and Tu Fu, all the way to Goethe, Schiller, Shakespeare, and even centuries beyond them. In the works of every one of them, you will find elements that, to a great extent, introduce explicitness into their creations here and there.
Urdu poetry cannot be an exception to this either. In almost every era, there has been an abundance of this element within it. The ghazal, which constitutes a vast treasure of all Urdu poetry, literally means to converse with women. Consequently, in the ghazals of every era, one finds couplets that are explicit, where poets have openly discussed sexual matters. They all describe the woman and every single part of her body without any hesitation. Mu'amala-bandi (the poetic description of amorous encounters) is a special subject for many of them. They also relish describing the emotional and physical states that overcome men and women during their intimate relations. They do not even shy away from mentioning the states that precede the sexual act... In short, what state related to sexuality is there that is not described in their work? What is called obscenity today once used to bring the roofs down in mushairas (poetry symposiums) with thunderous applause... This, of course, is the description of natural matters, but among ghazal poets, one also finds mentions of unnatural matters where they appear sexually abnormal. For instance, the mention of amrad-parasti (the love of beardless boys) is present in the works of most of our classical poets. They take pleasure in describing the beauty of young boys and paint pictures of the restless states that overcome them in their separation. And some are so brazen that they do not even refrain from mentioning them by name. Therefore, there was once a formidable objection against ghazal poetry—which is still raised to some extent today—that it frequently contains descriptions of situations that are not commendable for human beings... But regardless, this element exists in classical Urdu poetry, and it can no longer be erased in any way...!
Tasawwuf (Sufism) is an important subject in classical poetry, and alongside Persian poetry, it holds considerable weight in Urdu poetry as well. The concept of Sufism leads us toward God. There should not be even a trace of worldly affairs, especially of a sexual nature, within it. Yet, whatever has been said regarding Sufism in classical poetry... wherever its secrets and mysteries have been unveiled, a sexual hue shines through... Whatever our poets have written on divine truth (haqiqat) and spiritual knowledge (ma'rifat) under the guise of Sufism is entirely dyed in the colors of worldly, metaphorical love (majaz). And if someone is unfamiliar with their symbolism, they would not be able to interpret these verses as anything other than worldly poetry, let alone verses expressing something detached from worldly affairs. In these verses too, the beauty of the beloved is mentioned. Sometimes her cheeks are described. Sometimes her eyes and eyebrows are praised. Sometimes a portrait of her cypress-like stature is painted. Sometimes her coquetry and grace are mentioned. However, these people derive an entirely different meaning from all these descriptions... and even the greatest men of God sway in spiritual ecstasy to them. Take the poetry of Hafez as an example, which today holds a special status in Sufi poetry. Yet, in his work, one frequently finds mentions of states that are entirely related to sexuality. Tell me, when he recites a couplet like this:
Mai-e-do-sala wa mashooq-e-charda sala
Hameen bas ast mara sohbat-e-sagheer-o-kabeer
[Two-year-old wine and a fourteen-year-old beloved,
This company of the small and the great is enough for me.]
...what is one supposed to understand? After all, how can this thought be given a Sufi coloring...? Not only this, but scores of such couplets can be found in the Diwan of Hafez... And why limit this to Hafez alone? This is the case with almost every Sufi poet in Urdu and Persian. The verses of many of them border on obscenity, even though they supposedly discuss the hidden secrets of Sufism! The reason for the prevalence of this element among the Sufis is that, due to living lives of seclusion and celibacy, most of them were victims of sexual starvation. They were accustomed to living in khanqahs (Sufi lodges). Therefore, their celibate lifestyle suppressed this natural urge, which compelled them to express their thoughts regarding divine truth in these very terms... and they did so with complete abandon. Among Urdu poets, Wali, Siraj, Mir, Mir Asar, Mir Dard, and Mazhar Jan-e-Janaan are considered excellent poets of Sufism. Yet, in the Sufi verses of all of them (with the exception of Mir Dard), a glimpse of this sexual hue is present. But this is not surprising. Sexual repression makes humans do strange things. Leaving aside Urdu poetry and Sufism for a moment, look at that era in France! When the women there used to sing these kinds of songs about Jesus Christ,
Praise to Jesus, Praise his power,
Praise his sweet allurements!
Praise to Jesus, when His goodness
Reduces me to wickedness,
Praise to Jesus when he says to me:
‘My sister, my dove, my beautiful one,’
Praise to Jesus in all my stops,
Praise to his amorous charms!
Praise to Jesus, when His mouth
Touches mine in a loving kiss!
Praise to Jesus when his gentle caresses
Overwhelm me with chaste joys!
Praise to Jesus when at my leisure
He allows me to kiss him.
Although this poem expresses devotion to Jesus Christ, a sexual undertone permeates it from beginning to end. This is the result of the sexual starvation that monasticism had created in France during a specific era. It is a universal truth of life that whatever is suppressed the most, surfaces with equal intensity. The same applies to the sexual instinct: the more one tries to suppress it, the more it will rise and manifest itself through alternative outlets. The sexual undertone present in the works of mystic poets exists for this very reason; bound by moral constraints and mental shackles, these poets could not openly express their sexual states. Consequently, their mystical expressions also took on a sexual hue, with some even bordering on obscenity. When I read Mir Asar's masnavi Khwab-o-Khayal (Dream and Imagination), I am astounded at how he managed to write all of it. He was, after all, a deeply pious man, a Sufi, and a devoted disciple and student of Khwaja Mir Dard. Yet, ultimately, he too was human. He possessed natural desires that surfaced after being suppressed, and their impact became evident in the form of Khwab-o-Khayal, which ultimately provided him with mental peace.
The expression of this instinct is also bound by the social environment. We must view the depiction of its various states against the backdrop of the social milieu. As times change, these ideas also shift, and driven by the demands of time and circumstance, their forms in poetry continually evolve. Human life itself is tethered to its social environment, compelling individuals to align their actions and behaviors with prevailing social ideologies. Since poetry is a reflection of society and its environment, it is inevitable that these various ideologies are unveiled within it. Consequently, different eras in every country yield different perspectives regarding the expression of sexual states. If society does not consider the expression of these states objectionable in the poetry and literature of one era, it may strictly censor them in another. In permissive eras, poets feel no hesitation in expressing such matters. They say whatever they wish to say with an open heart. And since their voice is the voice of the times, it cannot be silenced by anyone.
Examples of this can be found in poetry all over the world. When a society becomes hedonistic, and the goddess of luxury rules over everyone—high and low—the poetry of that era reflects the exact same hue. The element of pleasure-seeking is laid bare at every step. In such an era, poets speak of women and wine. While the deeper states of beauty and love might not be discussed in such an environment, the praise of a woman's body and the intoxication her existence brings are certainly described. This often leads to obscenity in many places. However, the individuals of that society do not consider it obscene, because they dwell in that very world day and night. They have grown accustomed to breathing in that environment.
Such eras have passed, and continue to pass, in the poetry of every country. Yet, this abundance is most visible in French poetry. There, poets openly mention those parts of a woman's body that arouse sexual stimulation. They then go on to say things that people in India might not be prepared to tolerate in the slightest. Sometimes they mention her breasts and their curves, and sometimes they instruct her to disrobe. There is a poem by Théophile Gautier titled The Rose-Coloured Gown, in which he has presented all these very things. At one point, he describes a woman's breasts as twin ivory globes, and elsewhere he says that although her gown looks beautiful on her body, it is still inappropriate because it conceals realities... and his eyes are desperate to see. Therefore, she should take off this dress and cast it aside, because there is an immense sweetness in the revelation of realities. This is not limited to Gautier alone; this is the case with most French poets. The sole reason for this is that they were nurtured in the lap of a society that was extremely hedonistic, where they felt no hesitation in saying such things. And not just in France, but such eras have come, and continue to come, in other countries as well.
Urdu poetry also went through an era when it enthusiastically embraced such themes. This was the time when the Kingdom of Awadh in Lucknow was at its zenith. The fame of the Nawabs' vibrant gatherings and their penchant for luxury had spread far and wide. In those days, the society there seemed obsessed with nothing but sexuality and its related matters. And how could it be otherwise? Life had taken a new turn, and hedonism now reigned supreme. Although women had still not achieved freedom, a substitute had emerged: entire neighborhoods were populated by courtesans. In the society of that era, these women held a special status. Even the most respectable and prominent families did not hesitate in the slightest to establish ties with them. Mothers themselves would make these arrangements for their young sons. The result of all this was exactly what one would expect: the literature and poetry of the time began to reflect this very atmosphere. Consequently, the beloved of almost every ghazal poet of that era was a courtesan. This is why these poets focused more on praising her superficial adornments, going to extraordinary lengths to extol her physical beauty and youth. However, the internal states of love, which are entirely connected to the heart, are noticeably absent from their work. In some instances, their penchant for sexual arousal leads them to say things that leave us utterly astounded. We are forced to wonder: was this truly the culture of that era? Is this how the standard-bearers of civilization behave? Even the greatest poets of the time, including Atish, could not escape this trend. Despite the generally composed nature of his poetry, it still contains a certain tone that he was compelled to adopt simply by virtue of breathing in that social environment. When even Atish could not keep his distance from it, what can be said of the minor poets? If the obscenity in their expression had been accompanied by subtlety, it might not have been objectionable. But they went so far that the poetry of most of them borders on sheer vulgarity. This is evident when they compose verses such as:
اے پری تو نے جو پہنی ہے سنہری انگیا
آج آتی ہے نظر سونے کی چڑیا مجھ کو
ناسخؔ
[Aye pari tu ne jo pehni hai sunehri angiya
Aaj aati hai nazar sone ki chiriya mujh ko]
(O fairy, since you have worn this golden bodice,
Today you look like a golden bird to me.)
— Nasikh
بوسہ بازی سے مری ہوتی ہے ایذا ان کو
منہ چھپاتے ہیں جو ہوتے ہیں مہاسے پیدا
آتشؔ
[Bosa baazi se meri hoti hai eeza un ko
Munh chhupate hain jo hote hain mahase paida]
(My kissing causes her distress,
She hides her face when pimples appear.)
— Atish
دوست کو لے کر بغل میں رات بھر سوتا ہوں میں
رشک ہے دشمن کو میرے طابع بیدار پر
آتشؔ
[Dost ko le kar baghal mein raat bhar sota hoon main
Rashk hai dushman ko mere taali-e-bedaar par]
(I sleep all night with my beloved in my embrace,
My enemy is envious of my awakened fortune.)
— Atish
وصل کی شب دل کے خوش کرنے کا ساماں کیجیے
خود بھی عریاں ہوجئے ان کو بھی عریاں کیجیے
آتشؔ
[Vasl ki shab dil ke khush karne ka saamaan kijiye
Khud bhi uryaan hojiye un ko bhi uryaan kijiye]
(On the night of union, make arrangements to please the heart,
Strip yourself naked, and strip her naked too.)
— Atish
اٹھ گئے ساقین جاناں سے جو شب کو پائنچے
اک دو شاخ نور کا محفل میں روشن ہوگیا
امانتؔ
[Uth gaye saaqain-e-jaanaan se jo shab ko paainche
Ik do-shaakh-e-noor ka mehfil mein roshan ho gaya]
(When the trouser legs lifted from the beloved's calves at night,
A two-branched candelabra of light illuminated the gathering.)
— Amanat
ہاتھ میں انگیا کی چڑیا آگئی
آج ہم طائر کو لائے دام میں
ناسخؔ
[Haath mein angiya ki chiriya aa gayi
Aaj hum taair ko laaye daam mein]
(The bird of the bodice has come into my hand,
Today I have brought the bird into my net.)
— Nasikh
کسی کے محرمِ آبِ رواں کی یاد آئی
حباب کے جو برابر کبھی حباب آیا
آتشؔ
[Kisi ke mehram-e-aab-e-ravaan ki yaad aayi
Hubaab ke jo barabar kabhi hubaab aaya]
(I was reminded of someone's flowing, translucent bodice,
Whenever a bubble appeared next to another bubble.)
— Atish
Reading such verses fills us with a sense of disgust. Nevertheless, these poets were the product of a specific era and a specific society, and therefore, they cannot be entirely blamed. We can, however, certainly say that none of these poets possessed a literary stature great enough to rise above this swamp. Yet, it was not merely the hedonistic society of the time that was at fault; the economic and financial conditions were also largely responsible. The poets of that era were deeply influenced by their environment. Even if they lacked a conscious realization, they certainly knew on a subconscious level that the foundations of their kingdom were built on sand. They were aware that the Marathas and the British were increasing their power day by day. While those forces were engaged in military conquests, here, royal palaces had taken the place of fortresses. They were also acutely aware of the chains that bound them so tightly. They simply lacked the strength to take control of the situation, because the internal conditions had deteriorated from bad to worse, making any remedy impossible. Personal malice, deceit, and treachery had seeped into the very veins and fibers of the empire. These circumstances forced them to seek an escape from reality. Consequently, their poetry is also characterized by a profound sense of escapism. They fled from life and sought refuge in the intoxicating embrace of women! They lost themselves in the euphoric waves of pure wine! They made their home amidst a cluster of hedonism and superficial charms! Having reached this point, their extremism pushed the boundaries of their poetry into outright vulgarity. This is why their poetry appears crude, ugly, and corrupted to us today. Yet, in those days, people adored the very verses that we would feel ashamed to repeat even in solitude today. In that era, if poetry lacked muamala-bandi (amorous banter) and the explicit mention of sexually arousing body parts, it was considered dry and tasteless. Such was the irony of the times!
In contrast to this, look at the poetry from the era of Mir and Sauda! There is certainly a mention of sexuality in their work as well, but it lacks the overt obscenity found in the poetry of Atish, Nasikh, and other poets of Lucknow. In the works of Mir, Sauda, and other poets of the Delhi School, one finds an elevated concept of beauty and love. They focus more on expressing internal emotional states. Their poetry does not dwell on superficial beauty or external conditions, which is why such explicit obscenity does not emerge in their work. This, too, was the product of a specific society. During the era in which Mir and Sauda lived, there were far more restrictions placed upon women; they were essentially confined to the prisons of their homes. Nor was there the abundance of courtesans that would later characterize Lucknow. For this reason, we detect a sense of sexual starvation in their poetry, characterized by a smoldering, suppressed intensity. The concepts of freedom and rebellion had not yet taken root; otherwise, they might have rebelled against their environment and expressed things that, while perhaps explicit, would have at least provided them with some psychological relief.
However, one inevitable consequence of these conditions was that references to amrad-parasti (the romantic inclination toward young, beardless boys) began to appear in poetry. My personal view is that this was not merely an imitation of Persian literary traditions, but rather a demand of the circumstances and events of the time. The practice of amrad-parasti undeniably existed in that society—no matter how much anyone might try to conceal it today, anyone who examines the era with a discerning eye will realize that this was certainly the case. Consequently, there was hardly a single poet of that era—with the exception of Mir Dard, for whom I have immense respect and whose work I consider to be exclusively Sufi poetry—who did not mention amrad-parasti in his verses. And since such verses are found openly in their collected works (diwans), it suggests that social censorship regarding this practice was not particularly strict at the time. Verses on these themes were recited openly in mushairas (poetry symposiums), and the audience would be moved to ecstasy by them. Furthermore, one does not find a sense of escapism in their work. This is because, despite having essentially laid down their arms, they were still actively engaged in the battlefield of life. They were backed by glorious traditions that continued to propel them forward. Although they had suffered defeat, and their empire was, in a true sense, confined merely to the Red Fort, they still believed that such a vast and magnificent empire could not be overthrown so easily. Therefore, their poetry also displays a certain degree of defiance and resilience. Yet, beneath this defiance lie the sounds of groans escaping from aching hearts, utterly shattered by their wounds. All of this, too, was the subtle handiwork of their time and environment.
This, of course, was an account of those poets of the era who belonged to the upper echelons of society. However, during this very same period, in the land of Agra, we encounter a poet who stands entirely apart from the rest. In his poetry, we witness a completely new style. He is the spokesperson of the common people. His poetry is brimming with life and the depiction of stark realities. There is absolutely no room for artificiality or pretension in his work. He was a man who mingled freely with everyone, from the elite to the ordinary masses. Consequently, his poetry contains vivid portraits of those very conditions and experiences. He did not merely write about a single aspect of their lives; rather, he wove all their struggles and issues into his poetry. Thus, we also find the mention of women in his work. There are detailed depictions of every single part of their bodies, as well as their coquetry and charm. He explores sexual desire and its various emotional states and conditions. Yet, while presenting all of this, he never once abandons realism. He experienced love, but not the kind of love where one must solely endure the bitter agonies of the night of separation, or where the very first step is to become a Majnun, wandering and sifting through the dust of deserts and wastelands. The most prominent feature of his concept of love is its sexual aspect. His beloved is a woman of the bazaar—a courtesan—whom he can visit to quench his thirst whenever he desires. He does not spend the dark nights enduring the soul-crushing moments of separation; instead, he might simply run into his beloved on the street, and his heart's desire is fulfilled. There is certainly an element of explicitness in the description of all these things, but because it is rooted in reality, we appreciate his work today. However, during his own time, he did not receive the same recognition as his contemporaries. Even a critic like Shefta refused to acknowledge him as a poet. The reality was that he had carved out a world for himself entirely separate from the upper classes, living his life like an ordinary man. This is precisely why his poetry reflects the psychological states of common people and paints pictures of the various facets of their lives. The manner in which he describes sexual desires is also, to some extent, plebeian, yet it contains a strong element of realism. His imagery feels vibrant, living, and breathing. And his works are the direct product of the political, social, and economic environment in which he lived. This poet was Nazeer Akbarabadi...!
Next, consider the era of the 1857 Rebellion! This was a time when Azad and Hali were delivering a message of revolution, and all of India was yearning to shed its old skin. The drive for reform is the most prominent feature of their movements. They wished to groom the tangled tresses of India, which, in those days, were indeed in desperate need of a comb. This was not limited to literature; a wave of reform had swept through every sphere of life. Politically, too, India now sought reform. Having laid down its arms on the battlefield, it had no other choice but to strive for maximum self-improvement under the shadow of its foreign rulers. Consequently, Sir Syed Ahmed Khan’s political movements came into being. The same occurred in literature: concerted efforts were made to eradicate the flaws that a chaotic environment had bred within it. Under such circumstances, it was impossible to present anything related to sexuality that bordered on obscenity or that might induce a sense of escapism among the masses. This is why Hali, the representative poet of that era, does write about beauty and love, but in a highly refined manner! He maintains a composed tone, characterized primarily by simplicity. Consequently, Hali did not endorse the themes that most poets had deemed acceptable up to that point. In other words, he did not look favorably upon obscene poetry. In him, the personas of a cleric and a poet merge, making him a highly esteemed figure in our literature. However, if we look beyond this group, we see that around the very same time, Dagh and Ameer Meenai were also holding their own literary gatherings. The ideas they were weaving into their poetry were entirely different from Hali’s. Dagh’s work is replete with descriptions of sexual experiences, and following his lead, Ameer Meenai also adopted the same style. Dagh, of course, was a man of the world, and he articulated all those realities that are intrinsically tied to human existence. But Ameer Meenai, despite being a devout man and a Sufi, wrote verses that in some places outdo even Dagh. What, then, is the reason for this duality within the same era? The truth is that the poets of both circles were influenced by their social environment according to their own distinct temperaments. Because the consciousness of the first group was more awakened, possessing a greater capacity for thought and comprehension, they did not seek an escape from life. The second group relied more on the heart than the mind. Fleeing from the harsh realities of life, they took refuge in the world of romance. They sought to forget the chaos that had engulfed their era by losing themselves in descriptions of beauty and sensual delights! Yet, this entire phenomenon was also a direct product of their social and economic environment.
Following this came the era surrounding the First World War. By this time, Western education had firmly taken root in India, and the people had begun to absorb Western influences in every sphere of life. Literature, too, could not escape this impact. Consequently, post-war Urdu poetry appears heavily influenced by Western poetry. However, the dominant tone of this era was the kind of romanticism associated with Shelley, Keats, and Byron. With the exception of Iqbal, whose poetry is purely philosophical reflection, all the poets of this period can be seen walking the vibrant highways of romance. And Josh leads them all. During this time, he wrote poems about a temple maiden (Pujaran), painted portraits of the Princess of the Jungle (Jangal ki Shehzadi), and wrote about the sweeper woman (Mehtarani) or the jamun-selling girls (Jamun Walian). Although the romantic element dominates all these works, they are not devoid of reality. He does not merely praise the beauty of the jamun-selling girls; towards the end, he also reveals a stark truth. That truth is that, because of them, he has often faced public disgrace during these harvest seasons:
Josh yeh kafir manazir hosh mein rakhte nahin
Aah in faslon mein aksar apni ruswai hui
[Josh, these intoxicating sights do not let one remain in their senses,
Ah, during these seasons, I have often faced disgrace.]
(Jamun Walian)
This, too, is a common reality of life, and an aspect of sexuality the depiction of which cannot be deemed a sin. The occurrence of such incidents is hardly something to be surprised about. In the world of the youth, such things happen every day. If they are articulated in a refined manner, what is the harm? However, in that era, such voices still seemed somewhat suppressed and muffled. Their expression had not yet acquired the sharpness and bitterness that would develop later on. The other poets who walked this path alongside Josh certainly possessed their own individuality, but they lacked the sheer audacity that we find scattered throughout Josh’s work. They all wrote about women, but in a traditional manner. If we look past their stylistic flair and diction, their depiction of the experiences of beauty and love does not seem to advance beyond the conventional themes already embedded in the ghazal. Most of them merely described female beauty; while a sexual undertone occasionally emerged, they did not present any profound reality. Josh, however, demonstrated immense courage in this regard. He paved a way for those who came after him—a path upon which they traveled far, very far, until they vanished from sight. Yet, they continued to be a thorn in the eyes of certain people.
Now, an entirely new era of Urdu poetry commenced, one that brought it much closer to realism. The age of exclusively romanticizing women had come to an end. Poetry had reached a new turning point. Young poets now began to openly discuss sexuality, its various psychological states, and the sensual pleasures derived from the female body. When they realized that this subject holds immense significance in human life and has countless effects on both the body and the mind, what reason was there to hesitate in presenting it? The poetry produced at this stage—and which continues to be produced—is often labeled as obscene. But can the mere mention of the female body render a work of art obscene? This logic is hard to comprehend. There was certainly a time when mental shackles were worn like a necklace by humanity. Man bowed before stones, trees, the moon, the stars, the sun, and the mountains, revering them all as deities. But as time passed, all these beliefs evolved. The notions he had so firmly established turned out to be superstitions, and nothing more. Gradually, the passage of time made human thought more scientific. The same applies to the discussion of the female body and sexuality. In certain eras, people did not look favorably upon such depictions. But the world cannot remain stagnant on a single path forever. The values of life are in a constant state of flux. Therefore, discussing sexuality and articulating its natural states is now a demand of the times, because the world has changed. Today, there is a need to analyze and reflect upon everything through a scientific lens, and anyone who refuses to do so has no right to live in this modern world.
The twentieth century holds great significance when it comes to the study of sexuality. During this era, the issue gained immense importance throughout Europe. Various European scientists, philosophers, physicians, and writers began to examine it. Even women were not left behind in this endeavor. Even the Church recognized its importance. Through their collective efforts, the mysteries and secrets of sexuality began to be openly unveiled. Among them, Havelock Ellis holds a highly prominent position. The publication of his book, Studies in the Psychology of Sex, created a sensation across Europe. Its first volume was banned in India, but America took no action against it; rather, it was welcomed there... Havelock Ellis drew attention to the importance of sexuality. He exposed the sexual manifestations present across various religions and nations, and he encouraged the youth to untangle the complexities of this issue... He writes that the sexual instinct is a flame that no one can truly explain. He further notes that not long ago, whenever love and romance were discussed as an art form, people's faces would flush with shame and modesty. But now, we must consider it a sacred duty. This subject should no longer be confined to poets; it is essential for everyone to reflect upon it, because it holds the secret to whether life will be pleasant or unpleasant.
In addition to Ellis, figures like James Hinton, Geddes, and Thomson also played a role in propagating these ideas. In Germany and France, scholars like Iwan Bloch, Krafft-Ebing, and Forel emerged, who openly debated sexual issues. The greatest and most renowned sexologist among them was Magnus Hirschfeld, who established the first institute for the study of sexuality in Germany. Hitler shut down this institute, and poor Hirschfeld was forced to flee Germany. In his presidential address at the Sexual Reform Congress in London, he clearly articulated that shame and silence are not virtues when it comes to sexuality. He stated, In the past, ignorance was mistaken for innocence, and silence was considered the best approach to sexual matters. But much has changed since then. Today, we fully realize that silence regarding sexuality is not innocence, but a crime. It is our sacred duty to break this silence as quickly as possible. Alongside them, Freud and Adler also began to publish and disseminate their theories. This brought forth a flood of revolution in the realm of sexuality that changed the landscape of the entire world. Philosophers also reflected on this subject; in this regard, names like Weininger, Keyserling, and Ouspensky can be mentioned...
Writers, too, could not remain unaffected by these ideas. D.H. Lawrence and James Joyce are particularly famous in this context. Lawrence was the most avant-garde among them all. His ideas are fully laid bare in his letters, but beyond those, his works Fantasia of the Unconscious, The Rainbow, and Lady Chatterley's Lover are also highly significant in this regard... In the preface to his book, he writes: I want every man and woman to think about sexuality with complete honesty and clarity. Even if we cannot act out what brings us sexual fulfillment, we can at least think about it sexually. All this talk about young girls and virginity is like a blank piece of paper; it is utterly foolish. A young girl and a young boy are a complex knot of sexual emotions and thoughts...!... Years of proper reflection and grappling with the issue of sex will eventually lead us where we want to go... that is, to the true concepts of chastity and purity. A place where our sexual thoughts and sexual acts will be in harmony, and will no longer conflict with one another...
In addition to Lawrence, writers like Huxley, H.G. Wells, Bertrand Russell, and J.C. Powys propagated similar ideas. In France, the name of Jules Romains is particularly prominent in this regard. In short, a flood of these ideas swept through world literature, washing away old notions and the centuries-old, deeply ingrained shame and modesty surrounding sexuality like mere debris. People now began to think and reflect upon it openly. In every literary genre, the sexual act and its various states and conditions began to be described without any hesitation. Naturally, this rebellion could not be tolerated by conservatives. Consequently, a barrage of objections ensued, and those who wrote about sexuality were fiercely condemned and vilified.
Modern Urdu poetry and literature must also be viewed against this backdrop, as it is, after all, a product of the twentieth century. The only difference is that the Urdu poets of the early twentieth century had not advanced quite as far in this regard. They were entangled in other dilemmas of their own, and thus could not pay much attention to this subject. However, the poets who emerged after 1930 were more educated and perceptive. They had closely studied all the ongoing movements across various global spheres, including literature, politics, and economics. Consequently, these movements exerted a profound influence on them... Even if there is an element of imitation in this, it is not something objectionable. Setting literature aside, look at other spheres of life! India has adopted many things from the West. So, what is the harm if these ideas are introduced into literature? Especially when these thoughts and theories are useful and beneficial for every individual in society...!
On one hand, this was certainly the influence of the West, but on the other, India's own circumstances proved instrumental in fostering these ideas. In India, thoughts of freedom had begun to take root right after the Mutiny. However, these sentiments gained further momentum after the Great War, and especially in 1930, when the Congress passed the resolution for complete independence on the banks of the Ravi River. Consequently, the concept of freedom did not merely spread in a political sense; it permeated every sphere of life. Writers and poets could not remain immune to this either. They began to reflect freely upon all of life's issues, weaving them into their creative works... And because they observed life from such close quarters, pure realism replaced spirituality in their representations. Thus, they openly discussed all those subjects that writers and poets had hitherto shied away from. The issues regarding sexuality that were now being addressed also bore the hallmark of this newfound freedom. There was a certain bitterness in them... a dynamic urge to shatter all the shackles that had, until now, severely bound every individual in Indian society. In their view, it was now necessary to examine every aspect of life in the light of reality. This is why we do not find any secretive or clandestine quality in their expressions. Instead of hesitation, we sense a bold masculinity in them. At the same time, they realized that the practice of concealing and covering up everything was a relic of the feudal and aristocratic era. Therefore, it was to be avoided as much as possible. In the feudal era, poets could manipulate their thoughts as they pleased, cloaking them in various meanings. They would say one thing, but it would be interpreted as something entirely different. Take Sufi poetry as an example: poets would describe states and experiences that were entirely rooted in sexuality, yet these were dressed up in the guise of spirituality. The new poets did not look favorably upon this hypocrisy. To them, it was a state of self-deception, a glaring example of perpetual falsehood and illusion!... The new poets are not ascetics or men of God. They realize—and firmly believe—that they cannot become such figures, because they must, after all, live their lives in this very world, amidst its complexities and anxieties. Consequently, spiritual matters do not occupy their thoughts. They are mortals of this earth. Thus, they present the problems and diverse emotional states of the people of this world with truth and integrity. There is certainly a degree of bitterness and perhaps a touch of excess in the ideas presented by these new poets, but this is merely a reaction against the traditions of the feudal and aristocratic era—traditions the new poets disapproved of and resolved to dismantle. As a result, various states related to sexuality, which had hitherto been considered reprehensible and taboo, began to be expressed fearlessly.
The nudity that arises from the depiction of various sexual states in modern Urdu poetry must be examined against the intellectual background of each poet; otherwise, it becomes difficult to comprehend. Our modern poet has now become quite mature. The doors to various fields of knowledge and literature have opened up to him. This exposure has stripped away his sheer emotionalism, aligning his perceptions with rationality. He is now accustomed to viewing everything in the light of reality... He is a human being, and a normal one at that...! Therefore, he has no desire to engage in acts that only supernatural beings could perform. For instance, his concept of love is now the love of a mortal—the love of a person who lives among other people, under the shadow of life's complexities and entanglements. And for whom the dominance of the sexual element is absolutely essential in the formation of this love. He no longer subscribes to the imaginary concept of Platonic love. Instead, his love now incorporates the sexual pleasure derived from the female body. He believes that there is a harmony between the body and the soul; the two are intrinsically linked. Therefore, no such spiritual love exists in this world that is devoid of physical pleasure. Anyone who thinks otherwise is merely the victim of an illusory pleasure. The longing to express one's youth is bound to be visible in such a person's eyes, yet despite this, they remain unable to express it. Keeping these very thoughts in mind, Rashid satirizes Platonic love in his poem Huzn-e-Insaan (The Sorrow of Man):
Jism aur rooh mein aahang nahi
Lazzat andoz-e-dil-aaweezi-e-mohoom hai tu
Khasta-e-kashmakash-e-fikr-o-amal!
Tujh ko hai hasrat-e-izhaar-e-shabaab
Aur izhaar se mazoor bhi hai.
Jism neki ke khayalaat se mafroor bhi hai
Iss qadar saada-o-masoom hai tu
Phir bhi neki hi kiye jaati hai.
Keh dil-o-jism ke aahang se mahroom hai tu!
[There is no harmony between your body and soul
You revel in an illusory charm
O weary victim of the struggle between thought and action!
You harbor the longing to express your youth
Yet you are incapacitated from expressing it.
Your body is a fugitive from thoughts of virtue
You are so simple and innocent
Yet you continue to act virtuously.
For you are deprived of the harmony between heart and body!]
In his view, the body itself is the medium through which the soul embraces greatness; it is a source of joy and ecstasy. However, a believer in Platonic love remains ignorant of this reality. What would they know of the enchanting magic of a beautiful winter night's passion...? To them, love is but an unrefined melody... a meaningless thing. Because they are deprived of the harmony between heart and body:
Jism hai rooh ki azmat ke liye zeena-e-noor
Manba-e-kaif-o-suroor
Na-rasa aaj bhi hai shauq-e-paristaar-e-jamaal
Aah! Insaan keh hai jaada-kash-e-raah-e-taweel
(Rooh-e-Yunaan pe salaam)
Ik zamistaan ki haseen raat ka hangaam-e-tapaak
Uss ki lazzaat se aagah hai kaun...?
Ishq hai tere liye naghma-e-khaam
Keh dil-o-jism ke aahang se mahroom hai tu!
[The body is a stairway of light for the soul's greatness
A source of joy and ecstasy
Unfulfilled even today is the desire of the worshipper of beauty
Ah! Man, who is a traveler on a long, arduous path
(Salutations to the spirit of Greece)
The passionate tumult of a beautiful winter night
Who is truly aware of its pleasures...?
Love is but an unrefined melody for you
For you are deprived of the harmony between heart and body!]
He then asserts that the winter nights are not yet useless, nor are the days of spring without purpose. The tragedy, however, is that you are deprived of the harmony between body and soul. He reflects that man is still a victim of illusions. He continues to deceive beauty, forcing it even today into a false sense of sanctity. Yet, these very circumstances evoke a sense of optimism within him. He envisions the future taking on a different hue. He can see the strings of the lyres snapping:
Jism aur rooh ke aahang se mahroom hai tu!
Warna shab-haaye-zamistaan abhi bekaar nahi
Aur na be-sood hain ayyaam-e-bahaar!
Aah insaan keh hai wehmon ka paristaar abhi
Husn-e-bechaare ko dhoka sa diye jaata hai
Zauq-e-taqdees pe majboor kiye jaata hai
Toot jayenge kisi roz mazaameer ke taar
Muskura de keh hai taabinda abhi tera shabaab
Hai yahi Hazrat-e-Yazdaan ke tamaskhur ka jawaab!
[You are deprived of the harmony between body and soul!
Otherwise, the winter nights are not yet useless
Nor are the days of spring without purpose!
Ah, man, who is still a worshipper of illusions
He continues to deceive poor beauty
Forcing it into a disposition of sanctity
One day, the strings of these lyres will snap
Smile, for your youth is still radiant
This alone is the answer to the mockery of God!]
It is evident that any poetry composed with these thoughts in mind will inherently deviate from tradition. It will stand in opposition to those imaginary theories. The ideas presented within it will have no connection to spirituality or sanctity. Instead, descriptions of sexuality will be found throughout. It will reflect the true picture of the emotions and feelings of a human being—a normal human being.
Thus, modern poetry appears to breathe in this very world. The love and romance it speaks of belong to human beings—not angels! The desires it portrays are also human, not celestial. The modern poet does not know how to dwell in an imaginary realm. He lives among flesh-and-blood human beings who walk, talk, and laugh; who are captivated by the beauty of young women and harbor the desire to embrace them. He does not hesitate to openly express the profound impact this environment has on his heart and mind. Furthermore, over the past few years, our society has also undergone a transformation. It has changed significantly. Many of the customs and traditions that had bound it in countless chains until recently have now faded away. Modern life has largely encouraged women to step out of the prisons of their homes. It has brought about changes in their attire. They now adorn themselves more elaborately and walk playfully along the public thoroughfares. The modern poet is moved by the sight of them. His sexual desires are aroused, and he openly articulates whatever he feels in his heart. Classical poets also depicted these themes, but their descriptions were dominated by external aspects, lacking an internal, subjective element. The truth is, they were not as sensitive as the modern poets. Moreover, because they were constrained by certain social bonds regarding sexuality, they did not want to taint themselves too much in their expressions. They shied away from discussing sexual relations, sexual arousal, and similar topics. They lacked the courage to break the social shackles that had been imposed upon them for centuries. Additionally, because they harbored a sense of hidden guilt in their own hearts, they were reluctant to speak of these matters openly. The environment they breathed in taught them to sin in secret. The modern poets despised this hypocrisy. They consider the uninhibited expression of all their emotional states to be the pinnacle of their art. Consequently, today we find explicit portrayals of sexual desires and sensual experiences in the works of most of these poets!
Take Rashid, for example, among the modern poets! In his early days, he appears to be a purely romantic poet, discussing his beloved and his romance in a somewhat traditional style. Poems such as Main Usay Waqif-e-Ulfat Na Karun (I Shall Not Acquaint Her with Love), Rukhsat (Departure), Gunah-o-Mohabbat (Sin and Love), and Meri Mohabbat Jawan Rahegi (My Love Shall Remain Young) are examples of this phase. In Gunah-o-Mohabbat, he presents his romance in a completely traditional manner. He begins by stating that his youth led him to commit many sins, and that for years, day and night, he dwelled in this world of transgression:
Gharz jawani mein har mann ke tarab ka saman ban gaya main
Gunah ki alaishon mein luthra hua ik insan ban gaya main
[In short, in my youth, I became the source of joy for every heart,
I became a human soiled in the impurities of sin.]
But afterward, love guided him onto a specific path and purified his life from the filth of those sins:
Mujhe mohabbat ne masiyat ke jahannumon se bacha liya hai
Mujhe jawani ki teera-o-taar pastiyon se utha liya hai
[Love has saved me from the hells of transgression,
It has lifted me from the dark and dismal depths of youth.]
These dark and dismal depths of youth and these impurities of sin establish him as a man of a specific era, a specific time, and a specific environment. However, as he advances along the highway of sexuality, the shifting tides of circumstance force him to change his course. He arrives in an entirely different world, where his suppressed desires and a life cloaked in sanctity become a torment for him. The thought repeatedly haunts him that he spent years in a world of piety, yet his true soul remained unrevealed to anyone. He had constantly policed his own desires:
Dabaye rakha hai seene mein apni aahon ko
Wahin diya hai shab-o-roz pech-o-taab unhein
Zaban-e-shauq banaya nahin nigahon ko
Kiya nahin kabhi wahshat mein be-naqab unhein
Khayal hi mein kiya parwarish gunahon ko
Kabhi kiya na jawani se bahra-yaab unhein
[I kept my sighs suppressed within my chest,
There, day and night, I let them twist and turn.
I did not let my eyes become the tongue of desire,
Nor did I ever unveil them in my madness.
I nurtured my sins only within my thoughts,
Never allowing them to reap the fruits of youth.]
But upon reaching this stage, he begins to feel that he is being punished for his restraint, as his youth has now become brimming with poison. A strange desire now tugs at his heart, and he says with a sense of longing:
Aye kash chhup ke kahin ik gunah kar leta
Halawaton se jawani ko apni bhar leta
Gunah aik bhi ab tak kiya na kyun main ne?
[Oh, how I wish I had committed a sin in secret somewhere,
And filled my youth with sweetness.
Why have I not committed even a single sin until now?]
He then seeks solace in literature and art. Yet, even in these realms, he finds the dominion of that same silvery dream. Thus, his heart declares:
Mera ji chahta hai aik din is khwab-e-seemeen ko
Hijab-e-fan-e-raqs-o-naghma se azaad kar dalun
Abhi tak yeh gurezaan hai mohabbat ki nigahon se
Isay ik paikar-e-insan mein aabad kar dalun
[My heart desires that one day, this silvery dream,
I should free from the veil of the art of dance and song.
It still shies away from the gaze of love,
I should embody it within a human form.]
Beyond this milestone, he arrives at a turning point in his poetry where all traces of sanctity vanish. He now becomes a normal human being of this world. He can now fearlessly approach the female body and extract light and melody from it, to the point that a tremor awakens within his own chest. At this juncture, he appears eager to fill his chest with the pleasures of life and to seek the fulfillment of his soul:
Dekh is jazbaat ke nashe ko dekh!
Tere seene mein bhi ik larzish si paida ho chali
Zindagi ki lazzaton se seena bhar lene bhi de
Mujh ko apni rooh ki takmeel kar lene bhi de!
[Look, look at this intoxication of emotions!
A tremor has begun to stir within your chest as well.
Let me fill my chest with the pleasures of life,
Let me achieve the fulfillment of my soul!]
From there, he continues to forge ahead. Consequently, in his poetry, we now find mentions of the touch of lips... or the description of a beautiful winter night, and beneath the shadow of a grapevine, a world of sheer ecstasy and intoxication...! We see him quenching the thirst of his soul from the springtime reed-bed of a body; initiating an eternal pleasure; and deriving ecstasy from someone's fragrance and intoxication. We read of tremors rising in the jasmine fields of a lover's chest, restlessly taking his embers into their embrace. He now reaches a stage where, beneath the shisham trees in the moonlight, he expresses his soul through his kisses. For him, the expression of the soul is the ultimate truth—the soul remains alive and radiant only through expression... Now, even when he loves—and he has loved many times—sanctity plays no part in it. He is now a transformed man in the realm of love:
Main jo sarmast nihangon ki tarah
Apne jazbaat ki shoreeda-sari se majboor
Muztarib rehta hoon madhoshi-e-ishrat ke liye
Aur teri sada parastish ki bajaye
Marta hoon teri hum-aghoshi ki lazzat ke liye
[I, who like intoxicated crocodiles,
Compelled by the frenzy of my emotions,
Remain restless for the stupor of pleasure,
And instead of your simple worship,
I die for the pleasure of your embrace.]
Yet, despite all this, his love remains love...! Its nature has certainly changed, but this altered nature is more scientific... it is closer to life... it is reality... it is grounded in truth and loyalty. Thus, he declares:
Mere jazbaat ko tu phir bhi hiqarat se na dekh!
Aur mere ishq se mayoos na ho!
Keh mera ahd-e-wafa hai abadi!
[Even so, do not look at my emotions with disdain!
And do not despair of my love!
For my vow of fidelity is eternal!]
This, then, is the brief story of Rashid’s intellectual evolution and the various stages of his poetry! He has presented love and romance, embellishing them as much as possible, in the clear light of reality. In his work, imaginary concepts steeped in spirituality have absolutely no place. On the contrary, the nature of love in his poetry is sexual from beginning to end—and its expression remains deeply intertwined with realism throughout.
Beyond Rashid, this is also true for the majority of modern poets: they assign immense importance to sexual desire in their construction of love and romance. Furthermore, they do not hesitate to express such emotions and feelings openly. Take Meeraji, for instance; an undercurrent of sexuality runs through his poetry from beginning to end. He himself writes: I consider the sexual act and everything associated with it to be nature's great blessing, and the greatest comfort and grace of life. The filth that civilization and culture have accumulated around sex is deeply offensive to me. Therefore, as a reaction, I view everything in the world through the mirror of this concept of sex, which is perfectly in tune with nature and... which is my ideal. This is why we encounter descriptions of the various states and conditions of sexual desire at every step in his work. He articulates all the sexually charged thoughts that arise in the hearts of today's youth. He does not hold back from openly stating what others hesitate to say. Ultimately, however, he is merely stating certain realities. Therefore, he cannot be condemned simply for being explicit. When he says:
Aaj raat
Mera dil
Chahta hai tu bhi mere paas aa
Aur soyen saath saath
[Tonight
My heart
Desires that you too come to me
And we sleep side by side]
Tere pairahan mujhe
Yaad aate hain bohat
Aasmaan bhi saaf hai
Aur sitare aur chaand
Bekhud o sarmast hain
Taazgi
Hai ayaan
Zarre zarre se zameen ke aah lekin bebasi,
Aur tanhai meri!
[I remember your garments
So very much
The sky is clear too
And the stars and the moon
Are entranced and intoxicated
Freshness
Is evident
From every particle of the earth, ah, but this helplessness,
And my loneliness!]
Aaj tu aaja meri humraaz ban
Aa bhi ja!
Aa ghatayen aa rahi hain be-nishaan raftaar se
Aur in kaali ghataon mein se sarmasti, khumaar
Aur paani ke hain taar
Tu bhi aa
Mil ke hum
Aaj raat
Gaa hi lein chahat ke geet?
Jism bhi tera mujhe marghoob hai
Aur teri har ada
Aur yeh chehra tera
Mehboob hai
[Come today, become my confidante
Come now!
Come, the dark clouds are approaching with a traceless speed
And from these black clouds emerge intoxication, languor
And threads of rain
You come too
Together, we
Tonight
Might just sing the songs of desire?
Your body, too, is desirable to me
And your every gesture
And this face of yours
Is beloved]
Teri yeh pyari jawani ik achhooti si kali
Aur soorat saadi saadi saanwali,
Aur tere baalon mein yeh champa ke phool
Aur nazuk haath par lipta hua gajra tera
Aur gale mein ek haar
Aah tere sab singaar
Khenchte hain dil ke taar
Aur ik halki si goonj
Iss faza ki wusaton mein kho gayi
[This lovely youth of yours, like an untouched bud
And a face so simple, simple and dusky,
And these champa flowers in your hair
And the garland wrapped around your delicate hand
And a necklace around your neck
Ah, all your adornments
Tug at the strings of the heart
And a faint echo
Is lost in the vastness of this atmosphere]
Aa meri nanhi pari!
Aa meri mann-mohni!
Aaj raat
Chahta hoon tu bhi mere paas ho!
(Sargoshiyan)
[Come, my little fairy!
Come, my enchantress!
Tonight
I desire that you too be near me!
(Whispers)]
...he is not merely translating his own desires, but rather unmasking the innermost feelings of all young men. What young man does not harbor such thoughts in his moments of solitude? Others conceal them; Meeraji articulates them. At the same time, however, we occasionally find that his poetry lacks the sexual disposition of a healthy individual. On the contrary, in certain places, he appears sexually pathological. He has experienced love, yet he has remained distant from women. It seems this distance from women has compelled him to resort to acts that are unnatural, the practice of which cannot keep a person sexually healthy. Consequently, he finds satisfaction merely by casting a fleeting, superficial glance at a woman's charm. Now, what does it mean to look at a woman's charm with a fleeting glance? You can deduce that for yourself! Ultimately, his condition deteriorates to the point where, in his poem Lab-e-Joo-e-Baare (By the Riverbank), when he observes a woman urinating by the river, he is left utterly helpless. He is convinced that he cannot consummate the sexual act. Therefore, it culminates in masturbation. And in this manner, whatever is left of his sexual desire finds its gratification. The sexual state he presents in the poem Sarsarahat (Rustling) carries this exact same undertone. Meeraji himself wrote regarding this: Sarsarahat is a momentary mental state, the nature of which is sexual. Yet, this does not appear to be the mental state of a healthy human being. Here, too, we sense an abnormal psychological debauchery. This very element is embedded in the metaphor of the creases (silwatein). We feel that the writer is deriving a solitary, peculiar pleasure from his own specific state:
Yahan in silwaton par haath rakh doon
Yeh lehrein hain, bahi jaati, aur mujh ko bahati hain
Yeh mouj-e-baada hain, saghar ki khwabida fazaon mein
Achanak jaag uthti hai.
Haqeeqat ke jahan se koi iss duniya mein dar aaye
Toh uss ke hont mutabassim hon, shayad qehqaha uth kar, jakar le apne hathon se
(Sarsarahat)
[Let me place my hand here on these creases
These are waves, flowing away, and carrying me along
They are waves of wine, in the slumbering atmospheres of the goblet
Suddenly awakening.
If someone from the realm of reality were to enter this world
Their lips would smile, perhaps a burst of laughter would rise, and grip them with its hands
(Rustling)]
This placing of the hand on the creases, this flowing of the waves, this sudden awakening of the goblet's slumbering atmosphere within the heart—all of this betrays exactly what I alluded to above. It is this very unhealthy sexual disposition that has rendered Meeraji largely pessimistic. One does not find vitality or exuberance in his poetry; instead, there is a pervasive sense of extinguished melancholy.
And then, among the younger poets, consider Vishwamitra Adil! His case is much the same. That is to say, he too presents himself in his poetry as a normal human being of this world. The majority of his poems convey the sense that he has experienced love, but due to certain social restrictions and cultural constraints, he has repeatedly had to face the bitter taste of failure. His ideal woman could not become the queen of his palace. Instead, she was bound to another, the impact of which left Adil wandering in a state of deep distress. Every single moment began to feel as heavy as a mountain, impossible to pass. His entire life was drained of joy, color, and fragrance. Like a defeated and disillusioned young man, he began wandering aimlessly, sifting the dust of the streets like a madman. In an attempt to find some solace in life, he dissolved himself in the teacups of coffeehouses and lost himself in the paperwork of offices. Ultimately, however, when his restraint reached its breaking point, the lights of dilapidated, dusky nests along the highway began tempting his senses toward sin. In other words, a tremor awoke within his sexual desires—because they are, after all, natural and cannot be entirely suppressed. Consequently, he began openly visiting these nests to quench his thirst. Yet, the memory of his ideal woman never stopped haunting him. His love endured, and not for a single moment was he oblivious to her thought. It is curious that Adil, in his poetry, does not turn to alcohol to wash away the bitterness of failure or to forget the resulting pain. Even though alcohol might offer greater solace, his sexual drive refuses to let him be. This fact cries out that, as far as the consummation of sexual desire is concerned, he is as helpless as any normal human being. For no one can stand defiant against nature. He may abstain from wine, but to fulfill a natural urge, he is inevitably driven toward those dilapidated, dusky nests...
Daftaron ke kaghazon mein gum hua jata hoon main
Qehwa khanon ke piyalon mein ghula jata hoon main
Ya andheri raat mein
Soone soone raston ke aas paas
Sookhe sookhe sheeshamon ke aur khambon ke hujoom
Dekhta jata hoon... yunhi sochta jata hoon main
Ya barha jata hoon main
Toote phoote bhoore bhoore aashiyanon ki taraf
Jin ki phulki kapkapati roshni
Mere ehsasat ko deti hai targhib-e-gunah!
(Keh Tu Aurat Nahin)
[I find myself lost among office papers
I find myself dissolving in the cups of coffeehouses
Or in the dark of the night
Around the desolate, empty streets
The crowds of dry sheesham trees and poles
I keep looking at them... I just keep thinking
Or I keep moving forward
Towards the broken, brown nests
Whose faint, trembling light
Tempts my senses toward sin!
(That You Are Not a Woman)]
Adil has another poem titled Khakay (Sketches), in which he paints a picture of his love story and the state of mind that followed. First, he describes his initial meeting with his ideal woman. When that woman stood before him, her gaze was lowered as if she were silently forging a covenant of love. Meanwhile, hundreds of desires were awakening in Adil's heart. At that moment, he could think of nothing else but what would happen if, in the intensity of his passion, his warm, youthful, strong hand were to touch the curve of her waist. The line of her waist seemed to be calling out to his arm. These are thoughts and desires that are sexual, yet entirely natural, and their emergence in the heart of any young person is absolutely essential:
Fasurda shaam ki tanhai phailti hi gayi
Barha barha ke barhati hui sukoon ke haath
Chamakte kanch ka guldaan tha kinare par
Safed phool ki gardan jhuki jhuki hi rahi
Sukoot reshmi pardon ki narm lehron ko
Thapak thapak ke sulata raha, sulata raha
Khari hui woh dariche ke paas dekhti thi
Rawa-e-aab-e-ufuq tairti ababeelain,
Main us ke paas khara apne dil mein sochta tha
Mere qareeb, magar phir bhi kitni door hai tu,
Kamar ka khatt mere bazoo ko ik bulawa hai
Jawan garm tanomand haath barh ke agar
Kham-e-kamar se jo chhoone laga to kya hoga?
Khinche rahe magar ehsaas ke sitar ke taar
Aur us ki god mein khamosh dard ka mara
Udaas geet mohabbat ka thar-tharata raha!
(Khakay)
[The loneliness of the melancholy evening kept spreading
Extending, ever extending the hands of tranquility
There was a gleaming glass vase on the edge
The neck of the white flower remained bowed
The silence kept patting the soft waves of the silken curtains
Lulling them to sleep, lulling them to sleep
Standing by the window, she watched
The swallows floating on the water-like expanse of the horizon,
Standing near her, I thought in my heart
So close to me, yet how far away you are,
The curve of your waist is an invitation to my arm
If this young, warm, strong hand reaches out
And touches the curve of your waist, what will happen?
But the strings of the sitar of feeling remained taut
And in her lap, stricken by silent pain
The sad song of love kept trembling!
(Sketches)]
But at that moment, alongside this emotional state, he could also see the ghost of religion and tradition lunging toward him, bent on thwarting his love:
Fasurda shaam ki tanhai phailti hi gayi
Barha barha ke barhati hui sukoon ke haath
Main us ke paas khara tha magar woh tanha thi
Ufuq par abr ke tukre the sard aaine
Inhi pe meri nazar talkh injimaad bani
Jhalak raha tha bhayanak muheeb tez-o-taar
Jahan ke mazhab-o-rasm-o-riwaj ka ik bhoot
Jo baar baar lapakta tha, daant peesta tha
Woh dar gayi, woh to aurat thi us ne kuchh na kaha
Pare khajoor ke oopar khamosh gol sa chaand
Ubhar raha tha, ubharta raha, ubharta raha
(Khakay)
[The loneliness of the melancholy evening kept spreading
Extending, ever extending the hands of tranquility
I stood near her, but she was alone
On the horizon, the patches of cloud were cold mirrors
Upon them, my gaze turned into a bitter freeze
A terrifying, dreadful, sharp and dark figure was reflecting
A ghost of the world's religion and traditions
Which lunged again and again, gnashing its teeth
She grew scared; she was a woman, she said nothing
Far away, above the date palm, a silent, round moon
Was rising, kept rising, kept rising
(Sketches)]
This ghost did not rest until it forced him to face failure. His world was ruined, and every single moment of time became a heavy burden upon him. The ants of crawling moments silently kept sucking at his body:
Meri tarapti hui rooh pharpharata hai
Naheef zeest se aari hai, phir bhi toote hue
Magar yeh rengte lamhon ki cheontiyan chup chaap
Lipat lipat ke isay baar baar choosti hain
(Khakay)
[My restless soul flutters
Frail, devoid of life, yet broken
But these ants of crawling moments, silently
Clinging to it, suck it again and again
(Sketches)]
But ultimately, he was human. This failure and the memory of that woman combined could not extinguish his sexual drive, which is entirely natural. Consequently, frustrated by his loneliness, he brings his body (not his soul) close to another body that is under his control for a few moments. If he wants to meet her eyes, he can. If he wants to tousle her hair, he can do that too. If he wants to embrace her, he can do so boldly and without any hindrance. In short, at this stage, there are no barriers for him. And now, out of compulsion, he begins to live in this world:
Barahna jism hai aur ajnabi faza basta
Khizaan mein farsh-e-gulistan ka ek aaina
Zara nazar to uthao nigahein milti hain
Bikher bhi do haseen baal lo bikhartay hain
Lipatne do bhi mujhe main lipatta jata hoon
Koi bhi rok nahin hai koi bhi rok nahin,
Fasurda raat ki tanhai ab simatti hai,
Simat simat ke sikarti hui sikarti hui
Yeh mujh se kehti hui ab yahan na aayenge
(Khakay)
[A naked body and a closed, alien atmosphere
A mirror of the garden floor in autumn
Just lift your gaze, eyes meet
Let those beautiful hairs fall loose, see, they scatter
Let me embrace you, I keep embracing
There is no barrier at all, no barrier at all,
The loneliness of the melancholy night now shrinks,
Shrinking, contracting, contracting
Telling me that they will not come here anymore
(Sketches)]
This is the case not only with Adil but with most young poets: they do not live in a fantasy world. Instead, they view all circumstances scientifically, in the light of reality. They do not forget the importance of the sexual drive. They know that no matter what, the fulfillment of this urge is essential. Therefore, the mention of this fundamental sexual drive appears repeatedly in their work. However, this is realism, not obscenity! To some people, such descriptions might indeed be considered obscene, but these can only be people who are lagging far behind the times. Having breathed and been raised in a feudal era, they have become accustomed to viewing everything from a specific, narrow perspective. In the feudal era, there was an attempt to conceal not just sexual matters, but everything—a practice that continues today. But our modern poets, on the one hand, despise feudal ideologies and thus desire to shatter everything associated with them. On the other hand, they have now become more mature in their vision. Their perspective and their approach to every issue have become more scientific. Therefore, there is bound to be a stark difference between tradition and modernity. This distinction exists in poetry as well. If tradition views certain depicted subjects as obscene, modernity considers them to be realism.
Because modern poets cast a deep gaze upon all aspects of life, they do not hesitate to mention instances where certain individuals in society resort to unjust exploitation to satisfy their sexual desires. Such people, upon finding an opportunity, buy a maiden's youth for a few coins. In some places, they rob a female laborer of her chastity and honor. Elsewhere, masquerading as priests and clerics, they ruin a young woman's life under the guise of sanctity. Our poets do not ignore these issues either. Consequently, the depiction of such matters is increasingly found in contemporary poetry. This is because a wave of disgust against the current system of life runs through all their work, compelling them to dismantle and destroy all the hypocritical structures of society. When modern poets mention these things, they do not seek to derive any sexual pleasure from them. Rather, they aim to arouse feelings of hatred among the public against these exploiters. Therefore, the obscenity that emerges here is, firstly, a true picture of one facet of life, and secondly, it carries a purpose within itself—which is, in truth, a great purpose. When Salaam Machhalishahari describes a capitalist's exploitation of a female laborer, there is not the slightest hint that he himself is feeling any erotic pleasure in it. Instead, like a painter, he simply sketches a specific scene:
Yeh scenery hai, yeh Taj Mahal, yeh Krishan hain aur yeh Radha hain,
Yeh couch hai, yeh pipe hai mera, yeh novel hai, yeh risala hai
Yeh Gandhi hain, Tagore hain yeh, yeh shahenshah, yeh malika hain!
Har cheez ki babat poochti hai, jaane kitni masoom hai yeh!
[This is a scenery, this is the Taj Mahal, this is Krishna and this is Radha,
This is a couch, this is my pipe, this is a novel, this is a magazine
This is Gandhi, this is Tagore, this is the emperor, this is the queen!
She asks about everything, who knows how innocent she is!]
Haan is par raat ko sone se meethi meethi neend aati hai
Haan is ke dabane se bijli ki roshni gul ho jati hai
Samjhi ke nahi, yeh kamra hai, haan mera drawing room hai yeh!
Itni jaldi mazdoor aurat aakhir yeh gale mein baahein kyun?
Le der hui ab bhaag bhi ja, bas itni mohabbat kafi hai
Is mulk ke rehne walon ko paise hi ki haajat kafi hai
Itni hansi mukh khamoshi, itni manoos nigahein kyun?
Main soch raha hoon kuch baitha pipe ke dhuen ke baadal mein
Main chhup sa gaya hoon ik nazuk takhayyul ke maile aanchal mein
(Drawing Room)
[Yes, sleeping on this at night brings sweet, sweet sleep
Yes, pressing this turns off the electric light
Do you understand or not, this is a room, yes, this is my drawing room!
So soon, working woman, why these arms around my neck?
Look, it's late, run along now, just this much love is enough
For the dwellers of this country, the need for money is enough
Why this smiling silence, why these familiar glances?
I sit here thinking something in the clouds of pipe smoke
I have somewhat hidden myself in the soiled hem of a delicate imagination
(Drawing Room)]
Similarly, when he exposes the exploits of every priest in his poem Bhent (The Offering) in such a way that:
Taqaddus ke haseen shaitan ke qadmon ki aahat mein
Yahan dosheezgi ki cheekh bhi gum ho gayi aakhir
Ghane patton ke neeche murti ki muskurahat mein
Hamesha ke liye bholi pujaran kho gayi aakhir
(Bhent)
[Amidst the footsteps of the beautiful devil of sanctity
Even the scream of virginity was ultimately lost here
Beneath the dense leaves, in the smile of the idol
The innocent priestess was ultimately lost forever
(The Offering)]
...even then, there is no indication that the poet himself is taking any voyeuristic pleasure in the scene. On the contrary, an underlying sense of disgust runs beneath it. Furthermore, there is no excessive obscenity here. Instead, his artistry introduces an element of concealment, which significantly heightens the poem's impact. Such occurrences are not entirely new to our society. We witness such incidents daily with our own eyes, hear about them, and read about them in the newspapers. The poet simply draws inspiration from these realities and clothes them in the form of a poem.
There is no doubt that in some places, modern poets do begin to say things that reveal their mental hedonism. That is, they describe the female body and the sensations it evokes with a lingering relish. However, the description of the female body and the resulting ecstasy is not something exclusive to contemporary poetry. In fact, the depiction of the female form holds a prominent place in literature and art worldwide. There is hardly a poet, novelist, short story writer, sculptor, or painter in the world who has not depicted the female body and the pleasure derived from it in their creations. Centuries ago, some individuals expressed things that would cause embarrassment even if spoken today in the twentieth century.
But art and literature must rise above the constraints of morality. If moral restrictions were imposed upon them, the voices of artists would sound stifled and suffocated. For art, it is enough simply to create something beautiful. If it can take any subject in the world and embrace it with beauty, it is successful. And this beauty is truth and reality. Therefore, it is not necessary to impose any kind of restrictions on art. Accordingly, Havelock Ellis wrote in his famous book The Dance of Life that Art is more moral than morality.
This is also one of the perspectives held by our new poets. Furthermore, because they live in a society whose system is not built on sound foundations, there is a lack of proportion in the values of life. Consequently, this very thing is reflected in our art and literature, which exhibits a chaotic and anarchic quality from beginning to end. A person breathing in such an environment runs away from life. He seeks escapism. He wants to build a world of intoxication and ecstasy to forget social bitternesses. This has happened in every era and every age. But this does not mean that people are not born to face these circumstances manfully, people who take steps to end these conditions. This certainly happens. A clear example of this is modern Urdu poetry itself: on one hand, it delivers messages of revolution, but on the other hand, a sense of escapism is also visible in the poetry of some. And both these things are running side by side.
I consider all of Urdu poetry to be a demand of circumstances and events. Whatever is written in it, had to be written. Art is created through the synthesis of the social environment and the writer's personality. Some writers and poets possess an inner drive to push forward. Others know nothing but to sit down in exhaustion.
Take N.M. Rashid, for example! His mindset is a defeated one. He seeks escape from life and wants to forget its bitterness by losing himself in the intoxicating embrace of the fairer sex and the euphoric waves of pure wine. Yet, the problems of India are also right before his eyes. When he casts a glance at its wretched state, he finds this land bound in the iron chains of tyranny and oppression. He also wants to take revenge on those who have bound it in these chains. However, the nature of this revenge is entirely different. He does not have the power to openly confront his adversaries on the battlefield, because he possesses neither the weapons of war nor the courage to propel himself forward in combat.
Therefore, he finds another path to exact his revenge. And that path is to find a But-e-Farang (a Western idol/woman) somewhere and extinguish the fire of his vengeance with his lips, which brings him mental peace. Intiqam (Revenge) is exactly this kind of poem. I would go so far as to say that if this poem had not been created, Urdu poetry would have remained deprived of the history of India over the last two or three hundred years and its subsequent impacts. Now, in this single poem alone, the entire ebb and flow of Indian life and a complete portrait of the mental state of its inhabitants, born out of slavery, has been presented:
Us ka chehra, us ke khad-o-khaal yaad aate nahi
Ik shabistan yaad hai
Ik barahna jism aatish-daan ke paas
Farsh par qaleen, qaleenon par sej
Dhaat aur patthar ke but
Gosha-e-deewar mein hanste hue
Aur aatish-daan mein angaron ka shor
In buton ki be-hisi par khashmgeen!
Ujli ujli oonchi deewaron pe aks
In farangi haakimon ki yaadgaar
Jin ki talwaron ne rakha tha yahan
Sang-e-bunyaad-e-farang
Yaani sang-e-turbat-e-Hindustan!
Us ka chehra us ke khad-o-khaal yaad aate nahi
Ik barahna jism ab tak yaad hai
Ajnabi aurat ka jism
Mere honton ne liya tha raat bhar
Jis se arbaab-e-watan ki be-basi ka intiqam
Woh barahna jism ab tak yaad hai!
(Intiqam)
[Her face, her features I do not remember
I remember a bedchamber
A naked body near the fireplace
Carpets on the floor, a bed upon the carpets
Idols of metal and stone
Laughing in the corner of the wall
And the noise of the embers in the fireplace
Furious at the apathy of these idols!
Reflections on the bright, high walls
Memorials of those foreign rulers
Whose swords had laid here
The foundation stone of the West
Meaning, the tombstone of India!
Her face, her features I do not remember
A naked body I remember still
The body of a foreign woman
From which my lips took all night long
Revenge for the helplessness of my countrymen
That naked body I remember still!
(Revenge)]
In this poem, Rashid has described a specific act of his. While its nature is certainly sexual, deriving sexual pleasure is not Rashid's objective. He merely desires revenge, and it is this very desire for revenge that compels him to take this step. Rashid's mindset is a defeated one, and this act, this step, this action is the result of that very defeated mentality. It is a purely psychological phenomenon that when a person becomes excessively weak and no longer has the strength to confront a more powerful entity, they inevitably have to surrender. However, they continue to fight back through other means, or at the very least, they do not banish the thought of resistance and revenge from their heart. Consequently, they either try to harm their opponent or hurl abuses at them.
Consider the act of cursing from a purely academic perspective, in the light of psychology. After all, why does a person use profanity? It is the natural desire for revenge that incites him to do so. Where are curses involving mothers and sisters not commonplace? They have been prevalent for centuries. Furthermore, it is generally observed that a weak person extinguishes his fire of revenge through excessive cursing. This poem is not a curse, but until it is examined in the light of these ideas, it cannot be fully understood. Centuries of slavery have incapacitated India. It lacks the strength to move forward. It lacks the courage to take any aggressive action against the forces of tyranny and oppression. For India, taking revenge against these forces is no easy task. Yet, despite this, attempts at revenge are being made on both collective and individual levels. One example of such an individual attempt is the path chosen by Rashid, which lays bare the image of his defeated mentality. People call it an obscene poem. I, however, consider it one facet of an elegy mourning India's destitution, wretchedness, and utter helplessness.
Another consequence of our social environment is that our youth suffer terribly from sexual starvation. The restrictions imposed on women here are not seen in any other country. Here, men and women cannot meet openly. They cannot converse freely, nor can they sit together. The result of these circumstances is that we sense a profound sexual repression among Indian youth. It seems as though this natural urge of theirs has been suffocated. Consequently, whenever they produce a creative work, the impact of this repression is clearly reflected in it. Modern poetry could not escape this either. This state of mind is evident throughout the work of most modern poets. When Meeraji writes in his poem Targhib (Temptation):
Raseelay jaraim ki khushbu
[The fragrance of luscious crimes]
Meray zehen mein aa rahi hai
[Is wafting into my mind]
Raseelay jaraim ki khushbu
[The fragrance of luscious crimes]
Mujhay hadd-e-idraak se door le ja rahi hai
[Is taking me far beyond the limits of perception]
Jawani ka khoon hai
[It is the blood of youth]
Bahaarein hain mausam zameen par
[Spring is the season upon the earth]
Pasand aaj mujh ko junoon hai
[Today, madness appeals to me]
Nigahon mein hai meray nashay ki uljhan
[In my eyes is the confusion of intoxication]
Ke chhaaya hai targhib ka jaal har ik haseen par
[For the web of temptation is cast over every beauty]
Raseelay jaraim ki khushbu mujhay aaj lalcha rahi hai!
[The fragrance of luscious crimes tempts me today!]
Qawaneen-e-akhlaq ke saaray bandhan shikasta nazar aa rahay hain
[All the bonds of moral laws appear broken]
Haseen aur mamnoo jhurmat, meray dil ko phusla rahay hain
[Beautiful and forbidden clusters are enticing my heart]
Yeh malboos resham ke aur un ki larzish,
[These silken garments and their trembling,]
Yeh ghaaza... yeh anjan
[This rouge... this collyrium]
Nisai khoon ki har ik mohini aaj karti hai saazish
[Every enchantress of feminine blood conspires today]
Meray dil ko behka rahi hai!
[She is leading my heart astray!]
Meray zehen mein aa rahi hai
[Is wafting into my mind]
Raseelay jaraim ki khushbu!
[The fragrance of luscious crimes!]
(Targhib)
[(Temptation)]
...he is not merely painting a picture of his own internal state; rather, he is giving voice to the entire youth of India.
However, these aspects of obscenity discussed above are not found in all modern Urdu poets. Such poets are, in fact, very few. Since India is currently passing through a period of turmoil and trial, the majority of our poets are weaving the urgent and vital issues of the time into their poetry. They want their poetry to serve as a clarion call. Most of them are not obsessed with women! This is especially true for those poets associated with the Progressive Writers' Movement and the Progressive group. In their work, obscenity is nowhere to be found. Some even lack any trace of romance. All of them expose the bitter, concrete realities of life. Faiz, although he holds a towering stature among modern poets, does not have even a hint of obscenity in his work. There was certainly a time when he wandered through the gardens of romance, but he eventually arrived at the confluence of romance and reality, and ultimately began to lay bare the bitter and concrete realities of life. The same is true of Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi; he remained in the world of romance for a long time, but recently, his poetry has taken a completely different path. Ali Jawad Zaidi, Ali Sardar Jafri, Makhdoom Mohiuddin, Jan Nisar Akhtar, and Jazbi know nothing other than presenting the essential and important issues of life in their poetry—they rarely even mention women. Among the newer poets, Yusuf Zafar, Qayyum Nazar, Akhtar-ul-Iman, and Muneeb-ur-Rehman also display a highly composed demeanor. No deviance is visible in their poetry either. Although the internal, subjective element is dominant in their work as well, they never go astray. And yet, the uproar against the obscenity of modern poetry is so deafening that one cannot even hear oneself think!
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