प्रचण्डसूर्यः स्पृहणीयचन्द्रमाः सूखावगाह क्षतवारिसञ्चयः। दिनान्तरम्योऽभुय्पशान्तमन्मथो निदाघकालोऽयम् उपागतः प्रिये ।। The sun is furious, but the moon is cool. Bathing is pleasant, but ponds are shrinking. Day-ends are charming, but the Cupid stirs no more. Cruel summer has set in, my love. (Ritusamhara 1:1) random image collected from internet (supposedly the cover of a You tube … Continue reading Ritusamhara – there used to be six seasons, my love
Tag: Indian Poetry
of poets and forests
Today is International Forest Day. I also learn that today is Poetry Day. In our Indian tradition poetry and forests share a very deep and ancient connection. Upanishads contain the essence of Indian philosophy. These are perhaps also some of the most ancient forms of organised poetry and these were written by the rishis dwelling … Continue reading of poets and forests
the destruction of seasons
image source : wikipedia Ritusamhara is Kalidasa's poetic tribute to the six Indian seasons. Ritusamhara in the context of his work means the collection of seasons. Some even translate it as the pageant of seasons. India is one of the countries where the contrasting elements of the six seasons are so pronounced -especially in the … Continue reading the destruction of seasons
the summer of separation
I am not the only one to feel the pangs of separation. The village pond waits for the return of lilies and the river bed for the black clouds. Is the short night the only solace? Even for the leaves of the gulmohour? It expands beyond the stars as I toss and turn and … Continue reading the summer of separation
In search of the Missing Father
Robert Bly - Poet, Essayist, and Activist Modern civilization is more cruel to men than women - not from a misogynistic point of view. This is a recurring theme of the poetry of Robert Bly who is also an activist and a therapist. In the days of yore when there was no formal schooling, knowledge … Continue reading In search of the Missing Father
Haldhar Nag : Ordinary Villager – Extraordinary Poet
To see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild FlowerHold Infinity in the palm of your handAnd Eternity in an hour The above lines of William Blake could be used to describe one of the functions of poetry as well. The poet makes us see the world in a grain … Continue reading Haldhar Nag : Ordinary Villager – Extraordinary Poet
teach me to dream – an anthology of my poems
Well, finally I was able to nail my poetic muse. It is such a great sense of relief. Whether my book reaches its destination of readers or not it is a great sense of relief. It is like delivering the baby after a prolonged pregnancy. This was supposed to be my first book, as I … Continue reading teach me to dream – an anthology of my poems
