An artist,a poet at heart & a teacher by profession, pursuing masters in psychology now. Passionate about reading & writing the expressions.
Few words shout loud
Few get undressed
And enter into the past
Few remain quiet.
A few words clearly state whatever expressions or emotions are there without any sort of fear, these words might be of pain, dejection, disapproval or some sort of revolt. Then a few words show the real picture of history. There are many incidences of the past which are not shown in its true picture. And a few words just remain quiet and speak their heart in silence.
Words are my intimate friends
Words soothe my mind and heart
Words offer me their alluring company
Words let me express my hidden identity
Words let me show my pleasure and agony,
Words let me make my world in the epiphany
Words help me to get unique experiences
Words create enchanting music and tunes
Words shower me with all the colours of blessings.
Emerging from the music in dark
I saw a trembling night
A hand calling me
A leg moving to me
A face tolerating me
A body flowing within me.
Climbing up the mountain
You get breathless
The sound gets hoarse
Your height declines as well
The mountain still remains when you don't.
Explanation: The poet is comparing the eternal nature with the mortal humans who get weakened while climbing the mountain getting breathless and other problems while it stands still. The poet ends with the line that the mountain survives while the human like us are born and then they die. It has a resemblance with the lines of Tennyson who compares the men with a brook.
"For men may come and men may go
But I go forever."
A shadow is that alive
What you are
Ahead of you and behind you
Or hidden inside within you
Or there from where you left.
The poet has compared the fleeting life of a human with a shadow. He states as the shadows are short-lived so is our life. There is also a touch of spirituality in this poem showing that a man cannot hide his deeds from himself.
Roti and Kavita (Bread and Poem)
The ones baking bread don't compose poems
The ones composing poems don't bake bread
There isn't any relation in between them
But what's that
While eating bread it looks
like reading a poem
And while reading a poem it seems
like eating bread.
This poem is a kind of sarcastic to show that the true poets don't consider earning from their creativity and imagination, they can stay in hunger as well. According to the poet, ones who earn from their poems to make a living are not real poets. There isn't any relation between wealth and poetry.
But in the second stanza, the poet asks a question to the readers to find out what it is when one relishes a bread it resembles reading a poem and when one reads a poem it seems as if he is earning some sort of contentment.
Us Stri Ka Prem (The love of that Lady)
Where the lady would be,
Who said to me -
All those ladies who will love you ever
May have come out of me
And how you will love me
You will be doing with all of them
And how you will love them
You will be loving me.
It's challenging to find that lady
Leaving her immense love within me
Who left alone
And I was in the illusion that she would be nearby
And I heard her steps frequently
The wind was vibrated by her presence
Embrace of hers used to float
And soon her soul would be visible while walking
As if like a blossomed flower at breaking dawn
The ladies that I met later
They didn't love me
Maybe I wasn't suitable for them.
I'd seen, they recalled the first lady
Listened to her steps
Filled with the same embrace
Wearing the same senses
Incessantly looking at her
As a bloomed flower at night.
A Tribute To Manglesh Dabral
A great poet and journalist from Uttrakhand
Spent seventy-two summers on this land,
Considered as a link between literature and journalism
He received Sahitya Akadami for "What We See".
He was a poet in the true sense and spoke his heart
Not scared of any rebukes, critics or the government,
He was so dedicated to his work, he returned his award
In a protest propelling many others do follow his path.
His poems are filled with sensational emotions
A contemporary hindi poet who knew the words' tunes,
He didn't write to impress but got pierced numerous hearts
With his low key and precise language filled with warmth.
He was the poet of both love and nature, truth and rights
He longed for the hilly terrains and the place of his birth
He spoke for the right of people and for their demands
He took literature for various walks carrying on journalism.
© 2020 Anupam Mitu