A stray drop of nectar
that had wandered away with a will of its own
landed on the Woman
The drop slid off Her forehead,
stayed in momentary indecision over Her nose
and decided on Her lips.
Then,
her tongue lashed out like an enraged serpent.
Her wild locks now let go of the skies as she descended towards the tree.
The artist's eye looked up at Her feet.
And when the dust of Her feet cemented Her feet and His eye,
firm earth was born.
She stood there with Her tongue extending like a sword from Her mouth,
the branches of the tree rising behind Her like fingers
She stood there on the artist's eye.
Republishing the previous post after Sumant's editing help!!
that had wandered away with a will of its own
landed on the Woman
The drop slid off Her forehead,
stayed in momentary indecision over Her nose
and decided on Her lips.
Then,
her tongue lashed out like an enraged serpent.
Her wild locks now let go of the skies as she descended towards the tree.
The artist's eye looked up at Her feet.
And when the dust of Her feet cemented Her feet and His eye,
firm earth was born.
She stood there with Her tongue extending like a sword from Her mouth,
the branches of the tree rising behind Her like fingers
She stood there on the artist's eye.
Republishing the previous post after Sumant's editing help!!
The SAdhanA continues...| 9:53:00 am
4 Comments:
@Parvati - Bull's eye...quite frankly, a part of these poems were inspired by Aurobindo's Savitri, especially that first canto which you have quoted here. I'll change the nose part. But the tongue seemed necessary. There is a suggestion behind the continuous descent. The lady is not exactly on the tree...if you read that the branches of the tree rise behind Her, then it means the tree is behind Her. And yes, the image of the lady standing on the artist's eye needs a bit of explanation. If you have read the archives of this poem, you would recollect that the artist is shown only as the eye - there is nothing else about him described or depicted. So, the lady standing on the artist's eye is pretty much the same as the lady standing on the artist. Now, try to connect the lady standing on the artist with Her tongue lashed out. Did I explain a similar image to you somewhere else? Hope that helped! :) I would recommend you read through the entire archives as a series and try to connect the poems so far as a single idea.
oh, it's a long story of how I reached here, just via blogs and links and blogs, and what should I say now? There are so many intermingled feelings. Feelings to smile, of sadness, of strangeness, and amazement. No, I'm not here to criticize you, about what you've been doing, (rather, I should say, what all of you're doing, I'd a glance of your other blogs as well), I'm no one to question or comment, on something as like this. But there's one thing, I'd like to say, being as modest as I can, and I accept that I can be completely wrong.
Wthout any tinge of disrespect, I'd say, "Is anything you're writing here of even minimal utility? Savitri was not a story, or a book, it was the life and the world condensed into words. No, I belong to none, I don't belong to the category of those who follow Geeta, or Savitri, or Ramayana, or Geetanjali or any other religious/spiritual scripture. and thus, i'm no one to oppose or criticize any, but here, on this blog, when I read, it made my heart feel the twinge.
The most difficult thing of this path, this path which takes us towards our self, our real selves, and towards the light of existence and being, the difficult thing here is to win over self ego. I see people, posting here posts. Posts, which are full of glorious words, apparent depths, hidden wisdom, but at the root, these words are hollow. If you end up writing a scripture like Savitri, it won't give you the realizations your soul is craving for.
I can understand, you started with the right aim, wanted to move high, and wanted to grow wide to reach upto the peripheries of cosmos, and levels of deep consciousness and pure insight, but on the mid way, if you fall in the trap of these words, you'll lose. you'll lose something so highly precious in glitter of these words. I respect your freedom to write. Your imagination to put across stuff as beautiful as this, but its roots are empty, unlike Savitri in my perception. You think deep, try to come out with beautiful adjectives, awesome metaphors, write them, entwine different words together and create these verses, and get applaud, from each other. It might make you feel that you're at a high level of consiousness, but it's fake. It's noway near to that shrine which silence can build. You don't need words, appluad, readers to listen to your thoughts, or people who can share with you your thoughts. You need none of this, go and dwell in the silence.
Write words, they'll naturally come. But once you write, leave them, abandon them. Don't get attached to your creations and your words. The path towards light is the toughest, and you shall never know at which step, you're getting digressed. Sit for a moment. In a moment of silence, close your eyes, forget all these words, the flowers, the woman of your imagination, forget all these words, get out of the webs of these words, into the real. The child you see in front of you is real. The woman you see in front of you, your mom, sis or anyone, she's real. When the cosmos has created the "real" for you, look at her, and then write what you see if you want to write.
I can imagine a million petalled flower, snow white in color, with dews glistening over it, and i can imagine myself being the rain, poured over it, touching its petals and falling on the dry soil, I can imagine zillions of candles around me, inside me, and I can imagine the blood of Savitri flowing in my veins, can imagine the blue sea in whose corners lay the skies, and the poetry of the earth and music of the dawns, but imagination is through mind.
Consciousness is in rising a level beyond mind, into layers of trance. Creations come from that layers, but those creations are innocent, have you read Geetanjali? Read it, and don't just read it, let it flow inside you, inhale it and feel its essence. You'll realize the difference. I've read most of this blog, but as a reader, I couldn't feel it, for me, it was another fiction piece. An imagination of a mind and that's it.
Create, but to create, first feel, let the flow be fluent, and write not through your brain, not through your heart, give up writing. Don't write unless until you feel that you'll die if you aren't let to write a word. Experience, feel, have gestures, have glances, and let those experiences melt and flow inside you, then in a sacred holy moment, will be born a poem, It won't be reflection of your mind, or a packet of words clubbed together, it'd the voice of the cosmos speaking through you, speaking to you.
I'm sorry, if my words sound those of an ignorant soul. for I know the least and it is extremely tough to see things beyond mind. I seek the forgiveness.
Lights, and peace.
I don't know if I should anticipate a reply to above or not. Though I don't, still if you feel, you can show some light, it would be my pleasure.
Thank you.
Very well written post, but I must confess that Ripple's comment tugged at my heart more.
What he describes is a phenomenal state of being (whether as a writer or otherwise). A state when things flow through you rather than because of you. Things of the mind can have only a quantified ability to transcend. So be it with words. Very well said, Ripple.
But I disagree with you in some matters that I inferred from your comment. There is immense beauty in the razzle-dazzle of words. To pick one over the other can be a euphoric experience in itself. I am not sure whether I can communicate the beauty of words to you or anyone. I would rather not, but will go on to tell you that the submerging bliss of the apposite concoction of intoxicating words and syllables is unmatched. Do not discard it as trite. But this too can be realised when the self is lost and Divine (not religious) union is comes into being...
Guys, sincere apologies for not replying to comments. I had abandoned this BLOG for a long time. I shall definitely reply in detail to all of you once I sit and revisit this BLOG again.
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