Aaraam aur Kursi ki Prem Kahani

A poem

Reema Ahmed

Aaraam aur kursi ki prem kahani

Aaram aur Kursi- in Laila aur Majnu ke beech aake ye mui duniya hamesha shor machaati hai

Aaraam kab se bhatak raha hai, kisi Shireen ke Farhad ki tarah, apni Kursi ki baahon mei gum ho jaane ki tammanna liye

Inke beech ki doori kaam, waqt ki kami, aalas ki tohmat roopi dushmanon se ghiri hui hai

Ye dushman Aaraam aur Kursi ko ek nahi hone dete. Maano inke milan ki ghadi aate hi duniya ruk jaegi, shaam dhal jaegi aur neend bhi aajaegi

Main poochtin hun, kya ye milan itna bura hai? Kyun duniya unhi premiyon ki kahani sunaatin hai jo kabhi ek nahi ho sake?

Sab adte hain to ad jaen, meri tashreef ne bhi thaan li hai ke main mohalle ki bua ki maanind, is Laila aur Majnu ka byah karaake hi maanungi.

Aalas ka label, kaam, aur waqt ki kami- sab bhaad mei jaa sakten hain. Shayad inhe yahi chahiye, bhaad mei jaane ki permission.

So ham diye deten hain. Aao Aaraam, apni Kursi pe baith jao,

Apne saare adhoore khwab, tooti neend, ye dhalti umr aur budhaata jism, sab le aao

milan ki ghadi aagai hai!

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Objects of Our Affection is a series exploring our connections to the furniture and objects that make our spaces home. Through stories of tables, chairs, and that odd-shaped thing only you love, we celebrate the inanimate pieces that hold memory and witness our lives.

If you'd like to contribute your own story to this series, we'd love to hear from you. Micro-essays, poems, reflections, and fragments welcome. Write to us at hellothadi@gmail.com. Word limit 400.