Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

A THOUGHT ON THOUGHT

 Your thought is like a

 rainbow-colour bird
 perched on your hand.
Learn to be still, observe.
Take a silent gaze;
Then translate that experience into
 your signature style verse or prose .

Any disruption in stillness
 may cause the thought-bird fly away.
But, when you learn the stillness,
 more thought birds fly towards you,
 which means more fodder to churn

 of course naturally !

BEAUTY OF PLANT LIFE!

 

Just outside my home at Delhi on a pleasant late evening:

Courtesy: My Samsung E7 Mobile Camera

Beauty lies in the looks of beholder;

If you have a pair of creative eyes,

everything in Nature looks like a poem.


POWER CAPSULES FROM KAHLIL GIBRAN

 

Khalil Gibran was a Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer. Following are his immortal quotes :

          Be wise - let Reason, not Impulse, be your guide.

 

          Without her blood-sister, Knowledge, Reason is like houseless poverty; and Knowledge without Reason is like a house unguarded.

 

          The learned man who has not judgement is like an unarmed soldier proceeding into battle.

 

          Reason and learning are like body and soul.

 

          Reason without learning is like the untilled soil, or like the human body that lacks nourishment.

 

          Reason is not like the goods sold in the market places.

 

          Know your own true worth, and you shall  not perish.

 

          Each day look into your conscience and amend your faults; if you fail in this duty, you will be untrue to the knowledge and Reason that are within you.

 

          Keep a watchful eye over yourself as if you were your own enemy; for you can't learn to govern yourself, unless you first learn to govern your own  passions and obey the dictates of your conscience.

 

          Study a question from all sides, and you will be sure to discover where error has crept in.

 

          Blessed are they on whom God has conferred the gift of Reason.

 


YOGI VEMANA - A TELUGU PHILOSOPHER AND POET

 

His small verses in vernacular Telugu are so popular in Andhra and Telangana States in  India.  They are simply not poems but snippets of wisdom.

There is an adage in Telugu that a 'bhogi is bound to become yogi'  in course of time.   Vemana's life mirrors this transformation.

Vemana originally known as Kumaragiri Vema Reddy was the third and youngest son of Gaddam Vema, the then king of Kondaveedu in present-day Andhra Pradesh.  Much of the credit for bringing  Vemana's literature to light goes to Britisher C.P. Brown who estimated the year of his birth as 1652 AD based on some of his verses.  Some other sources say, he was born in 15th or 16/17the centuries.

His poems contain four lines and the last line is his signature line ' Viswadhaabhi Raam, Vinura Vema.  A large section of his poems are part of present high school curriculum in  the two Telugu speaking States of  Andhra  and Telangana.   There is a University in his name in Kadapa city, Andhra Pradesh called 'Yogi Vemana University' established in 2006.

The popularity of Vemana in the cultural life of Andhra Pradesh can be emanated from the fact that two feature films were made on Vemana, one in 1947, directed by Kadiri Venkata Reddy and other in 1988, directed by C.S. Rao.

With his remarkable wisdom translated into lucid poetry, Vemana continue to inspire  generations of Andhraites.



MASTER POET IQBAL

 

My body reverberates with patriotism when I listen  " Sare Jahan se Accha'' sung by Lata Mangeshkar, India’s noted playback singer.  Though I know that it was written by Muhammad Iqbal, beyond that I know nothing.

The other day when I was reading the poetry of Ghalib, a friend of mine told that there was another marvelous urdu/persian poet whose poetry I should not miss to read. Then my attention has gone to find about Iqbal and luckily  in our office library I got a book "Iqbal - His poetry and Message written by Sheikh Akbar Ali.

The cover flap gave a brief bio of Iqbal. He was born at Sialkot (Pakistan) on 22nd Feb., 1873. He graduated in philosophy and was awarded two gold medals and a scholarship for his proficiency in English and Arabic. His profession was teaching history and philosophy. After a fruitful life, he died at the age of 60 due to prolonged illness.

On the death of Iqbal, Rabindranath Tagore said that India, whose place in the world is too narrow, can ill-afford to miss a poet whose poetry had such universal value. Another giant Sarojini Naidu said that ' though the earth may enshrine the precious dust of Sir Mohammad Iqbal's body, his imperishable genius will shine through the ages in undimmed splendor.

Though we all  know him as  a lyricist of great patriotic song 'Sare Jahan se accha', he did not get his due recognition in India for his poetic works. And it is time for all of us to savour the following translated lines of his poetry :

 "Among the sweet-tongued poets I have been endowed with a power of expression, That I sing in tune with the birds that soar to the high Arsh.

Don't ignore my song of love, you shall find in it, The way to saintliness, and the glory of Kings'.

God unfolded to me the secrets of state and religion, And took a way all other images from the retina of my eyes.

Life is occupied with conquest along, And the one charm for conquest is desire. Life is the hunter and desire the snare, Desire is love's message to beauty.

No particular tune is prescribed for lamentation, And the cry is not bound the flute.

O reader !, do not find fault with the wine cup, But consider attentively the taste of the wine'

I prefer this earth to the celestial paradise, As it is the place of love and enthusiasm and is the repository of burning pangs.

What is Quran ? - a message of death for the capitalist, It befriends the laborers of no means. Seek not any good from the hoarder of wealth, You cannot attain to virtue unless you spend out of that, which you hold dearest.


MY FAVOURITE VERSES OF RUMI

 




Devour  these following lines of 13th century Persian poet Rumi :

 Poems are rough notations for the music we are.

I didn't come here of my own accord,  and I can't leave that way.

 Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

 There is a fountain inside you.   Don't walk around with an empty bucket !


GITANJALI - POETRY AT ITS BEST

 
It is exactly over a century ago in November, 1913, a man with flowing beard and sweeping robes of India brought the first Nobel prize for his masterly work called Gitanjali (Song offerings) which is nothing but a loose translations of his Bengali poems.

Rabindranath Tagore is a multi-facet personality of India He is a poet, novelist, playwright, painter, essayist and music composer. He is the first non-European Nobel laureate in literature. His poetry stands aside from the mainstream poets of English world. His open minded reasoning is a celebration of human freedom. Humanism and universalism are the underlying threads of all his literary works.

Gitanjali is a culmination of his accumulated wisdom. This child prodigy churned out his first verse when he was 13.

Gitanjali is a timeless classic that centers on man’s eternal quest. It is a spiritual poetry of 103 beautifully weaved verses in an orderly fashion. Through his work, Tagore shows the path towards the ultimate freedom.

Generally, we are attracted to poetry of rhythmic sounds which is not seen here. What matters here is sophistication of ideas and Tagore poured out his heart in simple lucid prose.

Had the Gurudev not translated Gitanjali into English, perhaps, his poetic beauty might have limited to Bengal only. By doing so, he gives large audience an opportunity to devour his poetry.

When you read Gitanjali, you could say that he became voice of India’s spiritual heritage. When, he was awarded the Nobel prize, vanity did not come on his way. This telegram he flashed on 10th December, 1913 for banquet speech of Award ceremony is strewn with spirituality “I beg to convey to the Swedish Academy my grateful appreciation of the breadth of understanding which has brought the distant near, and has made a stranger a brother”.

His poems are rhetorically simple with philosophical gravity. He left a heritage which no fire could consume, says the noted Bengali film director Satyajit Ray in his documentary on Rabindranath Tagore made in 1961. Ray terms his literature as heritage of words, poetry of ideas and ideals.

The great Irish poet W.B. Yeats who himself was Nobel laureate in 1923, in his Introduction to Gitanjali says that ‘though these prose translations from Rabindranath Tagore have stirred my blood as nothing has for years, I shall not know anything of his life, and of the movements of thought that have made them possible, if some Indian traveler will not tell me.’ Yeats made a sweeping remark that ‘We write long books where no page perhaps has any quality to make writing a pleasure, being confident in some general design, just as we fight and make money and fill our heads with politics – all dull things in the doing – while Mr. Tagore, like the Indian civilization itself, has been content to discover the soul and surrender himself to its spontaneity'.

Gitanjali makes a fiery start with THOU HAST made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fills it ever with fresh life. At some other place, assuming himself as little flower, Tagore earnestly pleads Almighty “ PLUCK THIS little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.

The cornerstone of Gitanjali is this verse which could well-up your eyes with a sense of gratitude “My poet’s vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.’

While advising contentment in life, Tagore says that “Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, great gifts that thou gives to me unasked – this sky and the light, this body and the life and the mind – saving me from perils of overmuch desire.” Many more such soul-stirring verses in Gitanjali are the nuggets of wisdom which takes your soul to new heights.

The real tribute you could pay to this master poet is to read Gitanjali in its entirety and try to grasp its inner dimension which is sublime, musical, mystical and thought provoking!


A FIERY POET - SUBRAMANIA BHARATI


If I have seen further than others, it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants.

                                                                                      - Isaac Newton

Some books come to us by divine intervention. Some years ago, I came across a translated version of Bharati's works authored by Prema Nanda kumar. In fact, that book was published by Sahitya Akademi and I tried to buy the same, but could not procure as it was out of print. I searched for other scholarly translation and immediately I was landed up in Usha Rajagopalan's - Everyman's Selected Poems of Subramania Bharati.

The book offers the treasure of information about the life of Subramania Bharati. He is one of the 20th century's greatest Tamil Poets. He was a child prodigy. Bharati was his title conferred on him at the age of eleven which means ' one blessed by the goddess of learning'.

His works are philosophical. When you read, you get a feel of reading Indian Ancient Texts : Vedas /Upanishads. His poems are devotional and catching his imagination on Nature is difficult to fathom.

Some of my favourite lines of Subramania Bharati are :

The hand opens a lock,
Wisdom opens the mind.

The mind controls the breath,
Right action shields the body.

I came across a baby fire,
I kept it in a tree hollow,

The forest charred and cooled.
Fire Power - is it young or old ?

Whoosh, crackle, snap, sizzle.
May we reap quickly the fruits of our effort.
May we earn wealth and joy, fame on earth.

( credit: Usha Rajagopalan's book: Selected Poems of Subramania Bharati )

His poem 'The Goddess of Beauty' is very touching. His other poem on the greatness of 'worker' is equally inspiring. His poem on 'Awake, Mother India!' helped in strengthening Independence Movement from British.

History reveals that great people have not lived fully on this planet and they came only for a short sojourn but during that short period, they made ripples. Bharati who moved India with his fiery poems also died at the young age of 39 much like Vivekananda who also left his mortal frame at the same age. 

Hope these stalwarts continue to inspire succeeding generations !