You will never tell me, will you,
What blessings you sought,
What silent wishes,
Hands folded in prayers yesterday
In the Sacred Grove of our delusions.
You merely smiled.
The peacock spread its plumes
And danced for me.
A whole constellation of stars
Shifting...
Oh, our star-crossed love!
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This is something I wrote when I was around the age of 20. I looked it up from an old notebook this morning when a beautiful poem by Binu, a fine young poet in our circle, reminded me of the old days. It is a continuum all the way. Nothing has changed. I am posting it here without editing it, deleting not even expressions such as 'delusions' and 'star-crossed love,' which I would have rather avoided now.
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9 comments:
beautiful.
'ജീവിതം യൌവ്വന തീക്ഷ്ണവും, പ്രേമസുരഭിലവുമായിരുന്ന' ഒരു കാലത്തിന്റെ സ്മരണ...?
one can tell the massive difference that has come to ur writing style. if u freeze moments and capture them in a few words these days,u did live thru them before.
when you write about rain, stride into the rain and write; when you write about the mango, taste the sweet tang of the mango and write. that is the way one should live also. even in writing, how good a writer you are is from how intensely you live. and by intensely, i don't mean the emotional, but the state of being intensely awake, going through it with all the senses awake. love is beyond romance and emotion. in fact, it is where there is neither romance nor emotion. but at the age of 20, i had not read J. Krishnamurti and i had gone through it like the explosion of a thousand spring seasons abloom with romance and emotion....WOW
yea i can relate.my getting restless is,i understand, due to this intensity i feel all the time.i cant say thru words hw mad i become then.somtimes i wonder too,if i hav got som xtra senses( pls readers dont think im tryng to be special)
anyway im so happy the way i am able to perceive all this happiness,imbibing everything around.its so good to be in this world. touchwood. :)
its so good to be in this world. just imagine how rare an opportunity to know the whole beauty of it! but i have seen if one fills the mind with noise, the antenna cannot pick up the notes of music. that is why meditation is so important, inner silence. put yourself there and you are already a poet, no matter whether you write poetry or not. the beauty of life is such that it will make a poet out of any person. only, one has to keep the antenna clean. i have also seen that restlessness comes from trying to do too many things all at once, trying to become, become, become. the struggle of becoming blots out everything else. that is why you young people, who haven't yet started into the struggle, are so refreshing and we old people conditioned by the never-ending, who had fallen into the struggle, are so arid of poetry. if you can retain the freshness you have at the age of 22 to the final day, only then can you say you have lived life to the full.
was reading your old poems. interesting - the evolution of a poet.
a poet then and now. no doubt about it.
i like the central image-- its cultural quality.
we were old-fashioned, madam. have you seen the old movie 'chotti si bath'? more or less our story. opened my heart five years after falling in love. got the reply one year later.
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