“Love should compliment freedom; but when it binds may you find the courage to be free.”—Anu.
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I die in this poem,
And resurrect in each—
Of its words.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
“The benefit of single life is the depth and brightness one observes in the dreams about love.”—Anu.
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The burn of the love unsaid,
The tear in the extreme intimacy,
The obsessive comfort of the hopelessness,
The miracle of life,
Hope, joy, smile and you;
All are poetry.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
“Are you in a relationship?” A friend of mine asks. “Are you in love?” He says he has proof of facts. There is a certainty in his eyes, and a mocking gesture in one corner of his lips. I can see what initiates the question; the pleasure of digging a writer’s personal life. He says he read all my works, especially my love poems and particularly likes the series of i-poems entitled The Unsaid. I smell danger. Here I am, a single and not in a relationship yet, ‘accused’ of being in love! I can see a misunderstanding breeding in the air. So I tell him the truth, “Yes. I am in love.”
There is a gleam in his eyes, which suggests the happiness of victory. I continue, “Would you like to know the name of my lover?”
“Oh no, dear. I was just enquiring. But you confessed everything without hesitation. Well, there is nothing wrong in being in love, by the way,” he has that same smile, I noticed.
“No, my friend. You should know. You are very close to me, close enough to talk my heart out to you,” This time, I have a smile on my face. “I must tell you the name of my lover; she is none other than Literature.”
The friend of mine was happy, because he now had an answer; I too, for I had confessed my love once again.
Here are a new series of i-poems. All of them from this new bunch of word petals are coloured exclusively with love. They all carry the fragrance of poetry within poetry. A poem is written for the sake of those words, which could not be spoken otherwise. I hope you would accept my lover into the region of kindness in your heart.
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Poetry is serendipity,
The calm of the river,
And its destiny in the salinity.
Poetry is the summer rain-
The river of words carries.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
“To believe in miracles one has to be a realist”-- Raksha Bharadia (Chicken Soup for the Indian Soul: A book of Miracles.)
When you stand beside the railings of the bridge holding tight with both your hands on the rail, preventing your vertigo to embrace you totally, with your eyes set deep and tilted upon the transient waves in the running river below, the wind that brushes your shoulders would appear more like an individual. And you would like to name him/her—hope, consolation, or simply magic. The greatest miracle of all is this feeling, that even in the inanimate world, your despair is heard, and you are not alone anymore.
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Even if it is signs from above, the healing power of a prayer, love from beyond, his/her messenger, His saving grace, angels amongst us, answered prayers, everyday miracles, divine appointment, the magic of faith, our guardian angel, or call from within, the truth about experiencing these inexplicable moments is the irreplaceable craving for being loved and cared for. Even if the source of this love, is hidden from the eyes, and covered from the rationality of our brains, we all still long for that invisible, irrational touch. Signs from Above, The Healing Power of a Prayer, Love from Beyond, His/her Messenger, His Saving Grace, Angels Amongst Us, Answered Prayers, Everyday Miracles, Divine Appointment, The Magic of Faith, Our Guardian Angel, and Call from Within, are the twelve sections of the Chicken Soup for the Indian Soul: A book of Miracles, with each title sheltering stories with a theme well explained by the title of each section.
Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen, the New York Time bestselling co-authors and Raksha Bharadia, the editor of best selling Chicken Soup titles in India
The book belongs to the self help/ inspirational category, which it justifies without compromise. Each of the anecdotes in the book carries a fresh reading experience, especially due to the layman touch they offer to the art of writing. And of course, the origins of these anecdotes are from people who are from different professional, cultural and economic background. “These are mystifying accounts of moments when people have gained a ‘direct knowledge’ without any reasoning. It can be defined as the ability to ‘see within’, or a way of knowing and sensing the truth without any explanation,” says Raksha Bharadia in her brilliant Introduction.
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“Miracles of the Heart”, an anecdote by Sangeetha Narayanan, in the section The Healing Power of a Prayer, will surely bless you with a twinkle in the corner of your eye. Tears are nothing to be prevented when you are with this book. I thought about the reason behind the teardrops that traced silver lines over my cheeks, and ended up knowing this: there is someone out there, who wrote it, who knew the world and its other side, the side we never meet in our mundane reality, the side of miracles, the side we once knew existed.
Fictional or true, the stories are touching and you would find yourself closely communicating with the experience discussed in each of them. Chicken Soup for the Indian Soul: A book of Miracles is a collection of anecdotes by various people and at the same time, due to the same reason, slips from perfection. Structurally, the stories carry a laymen chromosome in most of them, except the ones contributed by professional writers. This at the same time adds to the freshness of the book, and creates an imbalance in the craft the book or any book for that matter, holds in the foreground.
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As a self help book, Chicken Soup for the Indian Soul: A book of Miracles inspires. Among the assortment of self help guides Chicken Soup stands different in its polyphonic voices unique to the Indian cultural scene, in the impact it creates as well as in approach. The book shares experiences from different people, rather than limiting itself to the convictions of a single authorial voice. It’s a sure buy with Rs: 295 and fine read, published by Westland
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Monday, January 23, 2012
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Coincidences are much related with the paranormal, parapsychology, spirituality, magic, and the language of signs, but it is not very usual they appear to be a bridge across politics and spiritual awareness.
The thought to write about S.O.P.A and P.I.P.A came to my mind at a point when a similar trend was observed in the political reality of the nation I live in. Salman Rushdie was prohibited to participate in the Jaipur Literature Festival and the process of writing an article about this issue made me think of strategic steps from the governments all over the world such as the attempts to enchain the internet. Each of these steps is carries out with a similar mental malignity as can be observed in the attitudes of the people who banned Rushdie.
Writing has always been a gate through which substantial thoughts enter my mind, like speaking with one’s guardian angel. The desire to write against the attempts to prevent internet freedom was an earnest one and I felt unease as the time passed without a single word hit on the screen. The next morning, as I was checking my mail box, something I stumbled across shook all my concerns away. It was a subscribed mail from Paulo Coelho’s blog, and the post it advertised read: “My Thoughts on S.O.P.A.”
“Pirates of the world, unite and pirate everything I’ve ever written!” I read there. I was not shocked, not surprised, because I knew the courage a person required to write books such as the ones Paulo Coelho writes.
He has answers to all questions, potential deadlocks;
“1. Some people will say: You’re rich enough to allow your books to be distributed for free.
That’s true. I am rich. But was it the desire to make money that drove me to write? No. My family and my teachers all said that there was no future in writing.
I started writing and I continue to write because it gives me pleasure and gives meaning to my existence. If money were the motive, I could have stopped writing ages ago and saved myself having to put up with invariably negative reviews.”
That’s true. I am rich. But was it the desire to make money that drove me to write? No. My family and my teachers all said that there was no future in writing.
I started writing and I continue to write because it gives me pleasure and gives meaning to my existence. If money were the motive, I could have stopped writing ages ago and saved myself having to put up with invariably negative reviews.”
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The coincidence rather relaxed me to a state of complacency, the sort of complacency a warrior feels when he finds someone standing up and fighting the battle he thought he would lose. The stand of his argument was crucial: “The good old days, when each idea had an owner, are gone forever.
First, because all anyone ever does is recycle the same four themes: a love story between two people, a love triangle, the struggle for power, and the story of a journey.
Second, because all writers want what they write to be read, whether in a newspaper, blog, pamphlet, or on a wall.”
First, because all anyone ever does is recycle the same four themes: a love story between two people, a love triangle, the struggle for power, and the story of a journey.
Second, because all writers want what they write to be read, whether in a newspaper, blog, pamphlet, or on a wall.”
With the permission of this fellow warrior, I am publishing the link to his blog here as well as his take on internet piracy: “‘Pirating’ can act as an introduction to an artist’s work. If you like his or her idea, then you will want to have it in your house; a good idea doesn’t need protection.
The rest is either greed or ignorance.”
Courtesy: Paulo Coelho’s blog post on S.O.P.A.
If you go downward this link, you can see the permission Paulo Coelho gave me to publish this post.
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