Tuesday, October 22, 2013

What is Poetry?

Poetry is an art of listening. A habit that can be inculcated only by a mind that is receptive and open.  The hymn, the metrical composition and the rhythm is given by the pulse of the feelings through which we choose to see or hear the situation. Poets know how to listen.

 Poets listen to themselves. They listen to objects around them, to situations, events, happenings, feelings and at times get an intuitive insight complicates the intense weave between the Truth and the Perceived “reality” of this world.  This Art of Listening gets translated through the Self in the poet and is expressed as a Poem.

Poetry becomes an art at the point where listeners generate their own individual response to the verse. The experience of the poet, illustrated in the rhyme of words and language may be entirely different from the visions inculcated in the reader.

Writing poetry cleans the soul.  The personality benefits from “the readiness to listen”, “the ability to synergise the experience with the Self” and finally “the strength to bind it in an expression”.  This is almost like BREATHING, where in a poet/writer is imbibing, exchanging/benefiting and exhaling. The oxygen is absorbed by the soul of the poet. As a person who benefited from this aspect of writing and learning I can vouch for the amount of Healing I feel after writing or even after reading poetry.

Like in life, in poetry too, it is not always important to be correct or to understand poetry or a verse correctly, because there is a complete Spectrum of Colours and Feelings that needs to be understood to enrich the experience of life. For us Be-lagams, life is to be seen as a poet, in all its colours- by the day, rather than as in Truth or False ( Black or White) by the night.

(Be-lagam definition of Poetry)




Sunday, October 13, 2013

Transformation of SELF

It was never about ending
It was always about transforming
It was never about killing
It was just about flowering
It was never about stopping
It was just about dispersing.
The spiritualist's Self
Seeks to anoint  the Truth of LAW
By recognizing the singular consciousness
through many.
Annihilation of Self when done 
with the Zeal of Love, 
gives fruits for the Brotherhood.

~ A.



Compositions

Strings evokes a spell, 
or do they shriek ?
on being struck, 
bowed, strummed.

The tensed strings 
reverberate to
the hollowness of the body 
through which  they are bound.

Each strike invokes a dash
When it is beaten
The stretches of skin resound
To the shallowness below.

Through hollowness,  
shivering string's, shallowness, 
stretched skins and strikes
Music is born.
To each his own.

~A.


Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Falcons need to fly

As you denied your touch
and pulled your hand
away from me,
I felt a better grip
on my wings.
I do not dwindle on the
face of desire anymore
I never knew passion
in its freedom-glow
Till the pangs of desire
spent itself on me
Shrouding the length of light
and the breadth of air.

Am better being myself.

Now whenever I will
take your hand to perch
or walk the road
I will grip it with
more care and support
to rather than just hold.
So are partnerships
and relationships bettered
when the tyrannous love
seeks to equal
a brimming passion
with un-quenched hatred
for a flight.

~ A




Monday, October 7, 2013

Revelation Road

I always thought
That LIFE destroyed
What was mine.

As I see it today
When half my deed is done
I always made a wrongful claim.

Life only revealed
In subtle impulses
And slow measures.

What was never mine.

~ A



Action for Autism

Kissing eye lashes
On beautiful eyes
Colours from the lips
Sigh !

The shades of dusk
On blemishes smile
And sweet notes of music
Forlorn !

Unknown faces cheer
All for a cause
Well grounded
Well spent !

Fragrant nuances and
Happiness all to a toast.
My spirits in its essence Autistic
needs an action now.

~ A




This poem was written in a charity dinner "Action for Autism", to highlight the fact that we are all autistic at some level so the other, just that there is a basic cover-up and a minimum level of acceptance by the society. So why is Autism as recognized by the masses, so constrictive for a few.