30th september,2013.
Buena tarde mis amigos...i know it has been over a month since my last incessant rattling of my rather uninteresting talks..but i can't promise my continuity here,remember..? Oh and about the spanish crap up there, just to be clear before anyone gets a wrong impression, that is the only sentence i know other than, Lo Siento, Mi casa es su casa, and of course the evergreen..HOLA..!!!..
Hm.so, a few days back, someone innocently asked me..- Dude, you read and speak so much about poetry..do you even understand poems..?? A wry smile ran across my face and a counter question escaped..- Tell me my friend, what is your definition of poetry?? Is it just the pre existing meaning that you read in wikipedia??..
But that question really hit me hard, like Tyson's punch..Do i really know what poetry is?? All the works of the biggies like Shelley, Byron, Tennyson, Blake et cetera..whatever i've read in all these years,is it only just for the sake of reading? Yet i tried to answer my friend what was my perception of poetry was..These were my exact words..rest its upto you readers (If Any) to determine if I am right or wrong..
"My first poem,which I reluctantly read,(yes, I HATED THEM INITIALLY) was Night Of the Scorpion by Nissim Ezekiel..that too in class VIIth i think..During that time, my reading habits was dominated by cold,precise criminal fantasies..Hercule Poirot,Sherlock Holmes were my idols and gurus..Then in Xth, i read a poem with utmost attention - Ode To The West Wind by P.B Shelley..it was in my our text book..First, it went over head, then it came a little low so that i can grasp whatever i could..the last line of that poem, 'if winter comes,can spring be far behind?' was the zest of the whole poem..it wasn't just a line ! it was more than that..it turned my stereotypical mindset that poems are for girls and/or men with feminine tendencies..No sir..They are a whole universe within themselves..Then my hunger started growing...I Started reading more and more and more..Byron,Neruda,Whitman Tagore,Sukanto,he,she,they,them whatever i could gather.
Then i realized, that poems are not only words threaded in rhythmical manners,with a certain rule of schemes..unlike novels and stories,where there are hardly any emotions,and if any, just the phony ones, which you have to think,have to hammer your brain,poems, my friend,are your emotions amplified to the limit where it hits the person who reads and interprets it according to their needs..Right from the very feeling of love, they can get the emotion of pure rage from you just on a piece of paper..its like bleeding on paper and then making others bleed too,without much damage..
You ask if you can write too?? Of course..THATS THE BEAUTY OF IT..JUST TAKE A PEN,PAPER and let it come out..don't think...no...just feel..even the most gibberish thing you write,if there is your heart, it'll be a poem for you..And that is what matters the most...Remember mi amigo, WORDS AND IDEAS CAN CHANGE THE WORLD..(yes i took the liberty to quote a movie dialogue..)..So do something my friend..read, write, fall in love and see the world with a difference.."
This is my perception of poetry..no rhythm,no rhymes,no AB AB schemes, just your heart behind it..So pick up a pen..What Have You Written Lately??
Buena tarde mis amigos...i know it has been over a month since my last incessant rattling of my rather uninteresting talks..but i can't promise my continuity here,remember..? Oh and about the spanish crap up there, just to be clear before anyone gets a wrong impression, that is the only sentence i know other than, Lo Siento, Mi casa es su casa, and of course the evergreen..HOLA..!!!..
Hm.so, a few days back, someone innocently asked me..- Dude, you read and speak so much about poetry..do you even understand poems..?? A wry smile ran across my face and a counter question escaped..- Tell me my friend, what is your definition of poetry?? Is it just the pre existing meaning that you read in wikipedia??..
But that question really hit me hard, like Tyson's punch..Do i really know what poetry is?? All the works of the biggies like Shelley, Byron, Tennyson, Blake et cetera..whatever i've read in all these years,is it only just for the sake of reading? Yet i tried to answer my friend what was my perception of poetry was..These were my exact words..rest its upto you readers (If Any) to determine if I am right or wrong..
"My first poem,which I reluctantly read,(yes, I HATED THEM INITIALLY) was Night Of the Scorpion by Nissim Ezekiel..that too in class VIIth i think..During that time, my reading habits was dominated by cold,precise criminal fantasies..Hercule Poirot,Sherlock Holmes were my idols and gurus..Then in Xth, i read a poem with utmost attention - Ode To The West Wind by P.B Shelley..it was in my our text book..First, it went over head, then it came a little low so that i can grasp whatever i could..the last line of that poem, 'if winter comes,can spring be far behind?' was the zest of the whole poem..it wasn't just a line ! it was more than that..it turned my stereotypical mindset that poems are for girls and/or men with feminine tendencies..No sir..They are a whole universe within themselves..Then my hunger started growing...I Started reading more and more and more..Byron,Neruda,Whitman Tagore,Sukanto,he,she,they,them whatever i could gather.
Then i realized, that poems are not only words threaded in rhythmical manners,with a certain rule of schemes..unlike novels and stories,where there are hardly any emotions,and if any, just the phony ones, which you have to think,have to hammer your brain,poems, my friend,are your emotions amplified to the limit where it hits the person who reads and interprets it according to their needs..Right from the very feeling of love, they can get the emotion of pure rage from you just on a piece of paper..its like bleeding on paper and then making others bleed too,without much damage..
You ask if you can write too?? Of course..THATS THE BEAUTY OF IT..JUST TAKE A PEN,PAPER and let it come out..don't think...no...just feel..even the most gibberish thing you write,if there is your heart, it'll be a poem for you..And that is what matters the most...Remember mi amigo, WORDS AND IDEAS CAN CHANGE THE WORLD..(yes i took the liberty to quote a movie dialogue..)..So do something my friend..read, write, fall in love and see the world with a difference.."
This is my perception of poetry..no rhythm,no rhymes,no AB AB schemes, just your heart behind it..So pick up a pen..What Have You Written Lately??
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