Warda

“hüzün, which denotes a melancholy that is communal rather than private. Offering no clarity, veiling reality instead, hüzün brings us comfort, softening the view like the condensation on a window when a teakettle has been spouting steam on a winter’s day. Steamed-up windows make me feel hüzün, and I still love getting up and walking over to those windows to trace words on them with my finger. As I shape words and figures on the steamy window, the hüzün inside me dissipates and I can relax; after I have done all my writing and drawing, I can erase it all with the back of my hand and look outside. But the view itself can bring its own hüzün. It is time to come to a better understanding of this feeling that the city of Istanbul carries as its fate.”
― Orhan Pamuk, Istanbul

“Dear Milena,
I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“The facility of the entrance into another world is an illusion: you start writing in a rush, anticipating the happiness of a future reading, and the void yawns on the white page.”
― Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler

“নিঃসঙ্গতা

অতটুকু চায়নি বালিকা!
অত শোভা, অত স্বাধীনতা!
চেয়েছিল আরো কিছু কম,
আয়নার দাঁড়ে দেহ মেলে দিয়ে
বসে থাকা সবটা দুপুর, চেয়েছিল
মা বকুক, বাবা তার বেদনা দেখুক!
অতটুকু চায়নি বালিকা!
অত হৈ রৈ লোক, অত ভীড়, অত সমাগম!
চেয়েছিল আরো কিছু কম!
একটি জলের খনি
তাকে দিক তৃষ্ণা এখনি, চেয়েছিল
একটি পুরুষ তাকে বলুক রমণী!”
― আবুল হাসান