"When the Wrong One Loves You Right"

It wasn't long ago when it occurred to me that approval was perhaps many radians greater than affection. Let's face it, what good is love without an approval? I am sorry. Affection and approval aren't always a 'buy one, get the other one free' deal. And babbling about my raw emotional turmoil isn't one of my favorite things to do but how to restrict the bubbling storm of my human-ness?

There stands a mother with yearning drenched eyes, waiting for her babies to return.
"Maa, main hun na," I would tell her kissing her hands.
Unfortunately, she and I both know how haqeer I am. How faqeer I am. She would embrace me in her arms; comb my hair, give me a chaadar, give me water, feed me roti. She is anemic. She is Arz-e-Watan.

The Arz-e-Watan is anemic. It is a perplexing thought because one thing that the seed for the attainment of this piece of land was helped to germinate with was blood. It is agonizing to witness the reducing amount of living blood in her vessels today. Living blood that walks and talks. It is clear why she is anemic because her children suck on her blood to become some bodies and on sprouting legs ditch to never return. Interestingly, they also never back down from claiming to be the epitome of patriotism. But lacking an approval to be a place on earth that deserves to be inhabited by the now-civilized-former-leeches and not just leeches decorticates her. The purpose for the existence was for her to be treated as home. We fail to do that.

Perhaps it's meant to be a fine combination of both affection and approval. Looking at today, I am bound to declare approval slightly more mandatory than affection and rightfully so as we are in dire need to concentrate parha likkha aadmi here. Our man that abandons us needs to either stay or come back and treat home as home.

Warna main to hun hee! 
Jab tak hun, tab tak to hun hee.

"Tujh ko kitnon ka laho chaheyay ay arz-e-watan
Jo teray aariz-e-berang ko gulnaar karain
Kitni aahon se kaleja tera thanda hoga
Kitnay aanson teray sehraaon ko gulzaar karain

Hum to majboor-e-wafa hain magar ay jaan-e-jahan
Apnay ushaaq se aisay bhi koi karta hai
Teri mehfil ko Khuda rakhay abud tak qaaim
Hum to mehmaan hain gharhi bhar kay, hamara kiya hai"