इश्क मुझको नहीं वहशत ही सही, मेरी वहशत तेरी शोहरत ही सही
Though I be madly in love with you, do not call it madness and frown.
And should it be madness, don't forget: it brought you your renown !
They call my love madness, then frown and despise me. They say I used to be better but now have lost pragmatism. My rationalizing has gone for a toss it seems. I am probably a freak now who has chosen to waste himself for his love. A love thats inexplicable and for what or whom is incomprehensible. Hence I am judged for what i was and what i have become. Nobody tries to know how and what has happened. They all have their surmisal.
This love show in everything I am and everything I do. Even when its not literal I somewhere am lost in you. It has taken away all conventional and orthodox norms. It has made my paradigm shift to a domain unheard of. For I am ready to dissolve myself or the way I used to be known, all the information, memories, tactics, relations or any form of acquisition or recognition to just to get you.
Oblivious to others' opinion I reflect upon the fact that this irrational craziness only brought you recognition. You, my love are only known because of demented cases like me. Just like for anything or anyone popular, famous or coveted by many, its fame only depends on such hysterical followers or lovers.
The society has always condemned people like me. In some parts we are even considered taboo. But I believe its fear of contagion. As everyone has something or someone or many things in small part, which they are crazy about. None of them are as incinerating to the soul as this one seems.
This couplet is also a quetch to the beloved or the supreme soul that you might have abandoned me in this world where people I think I am mad but don't forget you are only known in this world or even spoken of because fanatics like me exist.
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