THE DIM DARKNESS-THE DIFFUSED LIGHT-DIMNESS OF ONE MERGING INTO THE OTHER-
IMPARTING MORE LENGTH TO THE LONG TREES THAT ARE STANDING LIKE STRETCHED OUT
SHADOWS WEARING STARS IN THEIR HAIR- SILENCE IS IMPARTING MORE DEPTH TO THE DARKNESS
IN THIS ADVAITA WHERE DARKNESS IS MERGED INTO SILENCE, MY MIND WAKES UP,
NOW NOT ONLY SOUND BUT EVEN A RAY OF LIGHT IS A VIOLENT DISTURBANCE TO THE PROUD NESS
OF PEACE- IN SUCH MOMENTS DEEP TRUTHS UNVEIL THEMSELVES-
NOW I REALISE IT IS NOT SOUND BUT IN SILENCE MELODY LIVES-
I AM BORN OUT OF FLOWERS AND SILENCES- WHILE PASSING MY HAND BRUSHED AGAINST A FLOWER,
I ASKED 'ARE YOU BRUISED?' "ME OR YOU" SMILING, THE FLOWER QUESTIONED BACK- THE HEART
OF MY PEN BROKE AND SPLIT BLOOD;- I DO NOT KNOW WHICH PAPER CAN BEAR THIS PEN-
IN THE GIGANTIC SILENCES OF FORESTS WHICH TOUCH THE BLUE SKIES, THE CARPENTER BIRD PECKS
AT THE TRUNKS OF GREAT TREES WHICH ECHO, FAR REACHING SOUNDS-
WHAT CAN HE DO AMONG THE TINY CROTONS?
I ATE DAYS LIKE FRUITS-NOW I EAT DROPS OF TEARS LIKE GRAPES-FRIGHTENED BY THE SUN
TOOK REFUGE UNDER SHADES-SITTING ON THE PAVEMENT EATING DREAMS FROM EYES LIKE ICE-CREAM
WITH SPOONS- MEASURING MY LIFE WITH DARK EVENINGS- I DISTRIBUTED MY WEALTH
ONCE WITH METERS, NOW I SCATTER WITH HANDFULS MY FUTURE
LETTING IT FLY IN ALL DIRECTIONS-
I WASHED MY HEART IN TEARS AND DRIED IT OVER POETRY- WALKED PAST
WEARING PEOPLE ON MY BODY LIKE SHAWLS-
IN THE ASSEMBLIES OF FLAMES; IN COUNTRIES ABROAD I RAISED MY GYPSY VOICE
AND SANG MIXING EARTH AND SKY-
THIS COUNTRY IS THE GRAVEYARD OF MY GENIUS- HOWEVER FAST I WALK
THE DISTANCE REMAINS THE SAME. THIS LAND IS THIRSTY FOR MY BLOOD,
IT IS SNORING IN THE LITTLE SHADES OF PIGMY TREES-
I PICKED MY PEN AND DIPPED IT IN THE SUN
TO WRITE A SUMMER SONG FOR MY NATION-
-Seshendra Sharma
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Seshendra, this is tremendous. I especially liked the last two lines.
Les
I like this poem much better than the other one, this one is pretty much filled with metaphors and similes, it's very very creative. I like it a lot. Is there a particular reason to make all the letters capital? Did you want to make it look like you're shouting?
Hmmmm, after I read this poem I know you're very deep into poetry, so I did a search on Google. =) Are you the famous Indian poet Seshendra Sharma himself??? If so, I'd like to ask for an autograph =)
M. P., at age 76, Seshendra might not be hip to the SHOUT protocol. If you like his poetry, read the poem I posted under his name in the General Discussion section of this website. I think it is awesome!
Les
I read some of your other poems, too, they're nice! I love them! Especially "Rivers and Poets".
Stunning, would like to read more.
Zoe
Everything gives me a feeling of clearity in this poem. Thank you very much.
Les-,Percival, Zoe , M.P.,- Dear esteemed friends
Hearty greetings
I Thank all of you for your informed and kind obesrvations. It gives me
a sense of fulfillment that you have showered your affection on me.
Dear Les please do not post any of your writings any where with my name. Hope you would understand my request and humble suggestion.
with the best of season's greetings and fond wishes
your
Seshendra Sharma
He did not post HIS work with with YOUR name, but YOUR work with your own name shown as the author.
Although you are technically correct that this is a violation of your copyright, I for one do not understand the reason for your objection.
Would you be so kind as to take the time and explain your thinking? If not, I will still respect your position of course.
Hugh, I think what Mr. Sharma was objecting to was this statement I made above:
I believe he read this before realizing that it was his poem I had posted.
Les
Hugh Clary ,Les, At the outset Hearty greetings.
I am overwhelmed/touched by your gestures. You have clarified my hunch
beyond any shade of ambiguity.
I shall post some more poems and aritcles of poetics in a day or two.
I wish I could see you all soon.
fond greetings
You have clarified my hunch beyond any shade of ambiguity.
And you, mine.
Seshendra,
this is the writing i wish to aspire too...very powerful. i especially liked the last stanza but the whole piece is truly a work (word(s) of art!
It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. (Aristotle)
Dear M.P. It would be my pleasure.
please let me know your real name and postal adress.
I shall send you my autograph shortly.
greetings
Seshendra Sharma
I sent you an email =)
Bump, for Peter. I think this one will agree with you more, perhaps.
Les
Another of Seshendra's works, my favorite:
Betrayed by Century
Lo! We hear the faltering footsteps of man
Clutching at the walls of temples
Shedding streams of blood
He is coming
In the shades of those walls where
The crestfallen god is lying in pools of tears
Falling and holding on to those walls
Man is coming swerving and swooning on those walls he is coming
Pitying himself for his own helplessness
Carrying on the shoulder the iron boulder of time
He is coming
Seeing the clouds of dust of the falling edifices of exiting centuries
Anxiously looking for the unrisen dawns
Heart rent sunshines, restless winds and rains moaning with melancholy
We were left with them as our kin
At the turn of the century we are left the betrayed--
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To toast this age,
One evening I lifted my glass and saw
In the wine shadows of falling leaves
Hopes fading every minute, as stars by dawn-
This age has filled living breath with sighs-
===Seshendra Sharma
I PICKED MY PEN AND DIPPED IT IN THE SUN
TO WRITE A SUMMER SONG FOR MY NATION-
The smallest kernel
cracks to bring forth
the shoot, the blossom, the tree.
The deepest silence
turns toward the sun
arrives in tarn, and oak, and thee.
shantih, snantih. shantih.
You're awesome!!
you're writing about things and feelings with incredible softness...I can't write about things that are serious with words like you... I'm still too strength, toughness, raw!...but I'm trying... on the other hand there must be some strength, toughness in poems...and your poem is strength and softness...for me, I am feeling it like this...
I like this >
"SILENCE IS IMPARTING MORE DEPTH TO THE DARKNESS
IN THIS ADVAITA WHERE DARKNESS IS MERGED INTO SILENCE,
MY MIND WAKES UP,
NOW NOT ONLY SOUND BUT EVEN A RAY OF LIGHT IS A VIOLENT DISTURBANCE TO THE PROUD NESS OF PEACE-
IN SUCH MOMENTS DEEP TRUTHS UNVEIL THEMSELVES-
NOW I REALISE IT IS NOT SOUND BUT IN SILENCE MELODY LIVES-"
great great great!!!
thanks
Tom (from Slovakia)
I enjoyed your writing. Very well written and nicely done. Thanks Nolon
"To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself." Anne Rice
This is wonderful writing.