‘Ludalay’

The word ‘Wadalay’ signifies the morning, in everyday terms, whilst

‘Ludalay’ is the corresponding eventide. Transcendently the ‘Big’ time of newborn
morn, is the Macrocosm or Being, created out of Nothingness. It is contained in
nowhere else, as completely, as within a single unselfish teardrop, noble drop of
salinity to contain entirety. That ‘Gumbad-e-Minai’ of Allama Iqbal; The upturned
Wine Goblet of the external universe wherein the lonely cry from a broken heart
rebounds unto the crier after having traveled the vast and empty expanses, to
return at ‘Ludalay’, the ‘Small’ time of Realization! The Microcosm re-visited
upon ‘An Evening Gloaming’. When the Herds do return to the manger and the
fold to rest and masticate the day’s forage in the peace and contentment of
wholeness. This can only be true if the Shepard is watchful of the moments in the
darkness of the stillborn night.
When the ‘Savages’, with pretensions to ‘Civilization’ have rent the
garment of piety and trampled the languages that rose out of the ashes of
existence like the legendary phoenix to uplift the drab and everyday of life unto
the sublime.
“Arise and tune the harp of Brotherhood.
Give us back the cup of the wine of Love!”
When even a single couplet from the lips of the immortal ‘Sufi Sages’
holds more real meaning than the entire literature of existentialism. The pain of
loss is compounded once the very realization of what we have lost, perhaps
irrevocably, is itself lost. The gentle religion of ‘Love’ that lies broken at our feet.
To be replaced with a harsh and stern frustration that is unaware of the reason of
its plight. When the strident overwhelms the soft notes from the lute of
forgiveness and tolerance; When lengthening shadows are no longer held in
abeyance by the flickering lamp that consumes itself in order to bring luminance
to the shadow underworld of the '’Nafs-e-Ammara', the Commanding Self, that
base coward that lurks within the creeping shadows of the stillborn night!
“Che Kunam kay Fitrat-e-Mun.
Dar-e-EenJah Na Sazad!
Dil-e-Na Sabur Darum.
Choon Sabah-ba-Lalazaray!”