Tuesday, November 1, 2022

Vinamra

It was a flight for America. Madhu was at the Shamshabad international airport for his flight. He was going to California. There was an announcement about the readiness of the flight. He got his bag and baggage checked and was ready to get inside the airport. He was reaching the airplane. He heard the final announcement for its flight to start in a few minutes. He was entering the flight.


‘Good Morning…Welcome…,’ said the airhostess in a sweet tone.


‘Very Good Morning…Thank you for your welcome…,’ said Madhu cordially.


‘Here is your seat just beside the window in the second row on the left,’ said the airhostess showing the seat.


‘Thank you,’ said Madhu. 


Madhu occupied the seat reserved for him. A moment later, Vinamra entered the flight. The airhostess led her to the seat that was beside his seat. She settled in her seat. Meanwhile the airhostess instructed the travelers to buckle the seatbelt. A long whistle-like-sound was going on and the airplane was on its runway. It slowly flew off into the sky and was flying. The trees, the buildings, hills, etc were looking smaller and smaller. The higher it was flying; the smaller they appeared from the flight. It was flying faster and faster. The flight was in its height in the skyline. It was flying without minding the conversations made in the flight.


Vinamra was silent and seemed to have lost in her deep thoughts. Madhu, who sat beside her, felt like speaking to her but hesitated to do so. 


'She is very cute but mute now... She has not tried to speak to me. She is well cultured, highly civilized and very dignified. Definitely, she belongs to a highly educated family. She is working in a good position. Her husband is in a better position. She and her husband were born each other and are made for each other,' Madhu said to himself silently all the times.


Madhu made up his mind to speak to her in a friendly manner but withdrew his idea of speaking to her for a while. He again felt like breaking the ice by his words to her in a polite and pleasing manner.


‘Madam… May I know where you are flying to…? I am flying to California for the first time. I hope you too are flying to California,’ said Madhu.


 ‘Yes, Sir…,’ said Vinamra.


‘I’m Madhu going to a University in California to participate in a seminar,’ said Madhu with a gentle smile. 


‘Good…I'm Vinamra. I am going to see my sister who settled there. She’s booked tickets for my flight,’ said Vinamra.


‘Where are you from India?’ said Madhu.


‘I’m the native of a big village near Hyderabad in India. I like the rural atmosphere very much and so I love to live there enjoying all sights of sunrises and sunsets; verdant valleys and bluish hillocks, green crops and beautiful birds; so on,’ said Vinamra.


“I’m also from the rural background of the Telalgana state. I studied in the city of Hyderabad. After the completion of my Post-Graduate study, I joined the Osmania University. After the completion of my Ph. D., I was promoted to the status of Professor in the recent past,” said Madhu. 


 “It is very good on your part ...,” said Vinamra.


“What about your studies… Where did you study?” said Madhu.


“I didn’t study much… I discontinued my education against my will and wish to study further,” said Vinamra.


“You appeared to be well-educated and well-placed…The members of your family would have encouraged you to study further…You would have studied further... I feel sorry for the hurdle in pursuit of your studies. I hope that it was your marriage to disturb your studies... Even after marriage, you would have studied in the distant mode at least… After marriage, I did my M. Phil and Ph. D. I, at the same time, encouraged my wife to study but she did not study… Even after encouragement, she remains the same. She will remain the same in the future too. It is certain… Not only in terms of education, but also in other matters. I like orderliness and cleanliness of the house. She is not very particular about what I want. She is not different from what she was before her marriage. My constant encouragement went futile. Now I feel that to encourage her in any matter is waste. It goes futile. I am sure of it…What is the use…? I hope you needed some encouragement but you were not encouraged so to continue your studies,” said Madhu. 


“I’m unmarried …I want to remain so…,” said Vinamra.


“May I know the reasons for that?” said Madhu. 


‘Sure…,’ said Vinamra


Vinamra narrated the reasons for her celibacy with the expression of deep feelings in her face all the while: 


“It was an excellent theatre for the show of a movie and all were seated waiting in joys to watch the movie released that day. All were keenly attentive to watch it, as there was a big much audio-release function about it. They felt pride to have tickets to watch the movie with the morning show that day. The picture was going on and all glued to the seats in the theatre.


"I was keen on watching the movie. I expected it to be very interesting. It was not a movie to lull the viewers in the swing of joys. It was a movie woven round the central character. The movie was very serious and it was all she guessed after reaching the first reel of the movie it self. The movie was going on in a serious manner reel after reel against her wish in real life. I went ahead to see the movie with some sudden twist at the end… 


"Prakash who played the role of the central character came to the house of the heroine with his parents and guests. He came for a marriage alliance. There were the heroine with her parents and kith and kin. She was Deepika, seated in presence of all the people of both the sides. His parents felt that she was the most suitable match for their son but they did not express so. They were posing to be superior to the girl's parents in all respects. The girl was a technical graduate with a handsome job. She with all charming features and pleasing behaviors was humble. They posed to select the match keeping in view her education and employment together. 


"The girl’s parents were happy to find the boy suitable for their daughter. Through their mediator, they expressed their willingness for the marriage with the match. The boy’s parents posed with a view that they would definitely like the boy, and were in their perfect guess. All were in seats to discuss the rest of the things threadbare:


'The boy, Prakash is a son of the biggest landlord, richest millionaire and biggest man. He is more educated and better positioned than many others are in the district. His father is still becoming richer and richer to be a multibillionaire. How much dowry are you offering in the settlement of the marriage...?’ said the boy’s side mediator.


‘I must offer dowry. It is my responsibility. I am going to offer dowry as per your wish…,’ said the girl’s father.


‘Whatever is given by you is definitely lower than that of their status…It must be far higher than you guess,' said the mediator.


‘There is no limit for anything…As per my financial status, the dowry I am going to offer you is fifty lakhs,' said the girl's father.


‘It is as low as that of the lowest man to offer in the district,' said the mediator.


‘Then you can directly ask them as per your estimation,' said the girl's father.


‘Our estimation is far higher than the one you have just proposed. In one alliance, there was a proposal to offer one crore with innumerable gifts but our son was not ready for that match. Though you are ready to offer two crores, it is somewhat to be considered on humanitarian grounds,’ said the mediator, reading the boy’s face, while the boy was nodding his head with a smile on his lips.


‘It is at your level but not at our level…You must rise to the level and think of ...,’ said the boy's father.


‘I must go according to your wishes…but…I can offer sixty lakhs to you,’ said the girl's father.


‘Where is my proposal and where is your proposal…?' said the mediator.


‘I offer you seventy lakhs. It is the most possible offer,’ said the girl's father.


‘The most possible is not the most acceptable one,’ said the mediator while the boy's father was nodding to what the mediator told the girl's father.


"The people present there tried to convince the boy’s parents. One of the fellows came forward to convince the boy’s father while he was posing superior to all the other people assembled there:


‘For you, it is nothing...It is nothing for you…Your son is greater than many other people are in the district. I need not tell about you. You too are unrivalled in the district in the possession of wealth. I know that what the girl's father offers is nothing… I wish that you should be ready for offering you eighty lakhs. You have to accept my proposal,’ said one present.


‘I have a daughter to be married in near future. In my daughter’s marriage, I am ready to offer three crores… It is our responsibility to satisfy the boy’s aspirations…,’ said another.


‘It is true …What they offer you must not be less than and far inferior to your status… I know… I know…It is not seventy lakhs, they are going to offer you eighty lakhs as I said…That is final… With your kind heart and broad mind accept this…,’ said some other.


‘All the other things are to be offered to suit our level… My son refused to take one crore in the other’s case. He is so great that none can compete with him in any way… My wife came from the family of splendors… My daughters are unrivalled in their fields. Ours is the family of riches and highs,’ said the boy's father.


‘All gifts and respects will be according to your status…,’ said one to please the people of the boy’s side.


"The boy’s father called the girl's father and decked vermilion on his forehead. He however hugged him in a mechanical way, saying, ‘The auspicious days are to be over in the next two days. The days are for the offering of the dowry to the boy and the other for the presenting of flowers and fruits to the girl as per our customs and traditions. After the inauspicious days of one month, there is the most auspicious day immediately to fall. As per the horoscopes of the boy and the girl, the marriage will be performed on the first Friday in the period of auspicious days in the calendar,' said the boy's father. 


"The marriage settlement and the celebrations to take place prior to the marriage were over. The boy and his parents were posing as not to care for the girl’s parents as the marriage celebrations marked inferior to that they aspired and cherished for a long time. 


"The day came for the marriage and witnessed the bride and the bridegroom in the marriage venue for their exchanging of garlands while the musical instruments were going on in the presence of all the guests of both the sides. The boy’s parents and their guests marked a lot of discrimination in their treatment and behaviour. 


"The bride Deepika and the bridegroom Prakash were on their honeymoon. There were their duets in the world-famous beautiful spots and destinations. The audiences were enjoying the picture going on with a delightful note. Some audiences were identifying with them on screen.


"Prakash and Deepika were enjoying their honeymoon. The nearness between them thickened. For some days, he kept on speaking to her about the joys of married life alone. One day he revealed his experiences in the past life with his girl friends to her, his bride, Deepika. He felt pride for having many girl friends to his credit. She felt hurt as they visited him in his house resorting to the old ways. She silently suffered psychologically. He told her about the places he visited with each of the girl friends to add fuel to fire on her part. She heard it shedding tears in the heart of her heart. All his girl friends called him and spoke to him whenever possible for them. 


"Prakash used to care for their phone calls and care a pin for his wife, Deepika. He came drunk to the house. He showed the photographs of his girl friends with him. They were obscene. She was not able to bear. She made up her mind to ask him whether he had married one or all of his girl friends as she felt that she had been utterly deceived. He came late night to his house all most all the days.


"One night, Prakash came in a drunken state and started to abuse Deepika underrating her. At the sight of her husband, she felt that she had lost everything precious in her life. She was upset and desperate totally. She meditated upon God for a considerable time to get moral courage and complete peace. She ventured to ask him the barefaced question but asked with tears in her eyes. She expressed her tearful question:


‘Is it good on your part to have girl friends?’ said Deepika. 


‘What? Girl friends … You mean girl friends, don’t you?’ Prakash answered in the question form


‘Yes…,’ said Deepika.


‘It is a common thing. Nothing is objectionable. The life enjoyed with them was sweeter than the one with you today,’ said Prakash. 


‘I feel sorry…extremely sorry…The wearer knows where the shoe pinches...the sufferer knows how her heart aches,’ said Deepika.


‘What about you?’ said Prakash.


‘What nonsense are you talking...? You ... I have seen the pure, open video clippings in your sacred, secret mobile. You think that you are open and frank now. Your greatness lies in keeping quiet about all these nasty things before our marriage. You have talked about your false greatness, hiding your true colours. You don’t think of others’ happiness. You think of your sheer false pleasures. Can I keep quiet and lead a comfortable and enjoyable life when you talk of them?’ said Deepika weeping bitterly all the while.


‘They are as good as you even today,’ said Prakash.


‘Are they like me…Are they in my position?’ said Deepika.


‘You question me…You…Third rate fellow… You don’t deserve to be my wife….' said Prakash.


"Prakash beat Deepika like anything very indiscriminately. She fell down unconscious. She was immediately in the hospital nearby. The doctors were attending to her. She was not able to get consciousness. Whenever she got consciousness, she said feebly, ‘I was deceived…I was deceived… The fellow… deceived… me. He…He…His father too…,’ said Deepika.


"Deepika regained consciousness but she was able to recognize neither her parents nor the others related to them. She looked at others in different moods and her moods changed very often. She threw cups and glasses at the women present there. She tried to quarrel with them. Then the doctors sent her to a mental hospital. She was undergoing punishment to recover from madness. It was a long way for her to cure her madness. As she became pregnant after marriage, she delivered a male child after nine months. The doctors separated the child and kept it under the care of her parents.


"Deepika was in the mental hospital waiting for none 


"That was the film with the central character, Prakash with villainous actions spoiling the life of Deepika. She felt deceived and deserted by not telling the facts of Prakash before the marriage. Her little baby son did not know the love and affection of his parents. That was the serious movie.


"Watching the film, I shrieked deeply and all in the theatre looked at me. I wept bitterly and bursting into tears very often in the theatre itself as I involved in the character, Deepika... I then and there decided to remain unmarried in life... It was a bitter lesson in my life... I still recall the incidents that took place in the heroine, Deepika’s life.” Like that, Vinamra narrated the reasons for her not to marry and lead a married life. Madhu reacted in equally shocking state. 


‘O! You remain unmarried in life for the shock due to the untoward incidents that took place in the life of the innocent heroine, Deepika in the film,' said Madhu. 


'Exactly...We witness such incidents in day-to-day life. The scoundrels who deceive the innocent must undergo punishment tooth and nail. I made up my mind to teach lessons to such people and see them be behind the bars,’ braved Vinamra in her briefing.


‘I am sorry for your sensitive mind and delicate heart. You preferred celibacy to married life… The picture transformed your life but not all its viewers. I, at the same time, appreciate you for the decision on the lines of feminist principles to fight against such rogues,’ said Madhu.


‘True…Thank you for listening to me so long with abundant patience,’ said Vinamra humbly.


‘I too whole-heartedly support you in all respects. I stand by women to face such problems. I welcome your suggestions while sharing my views with you. It is my friendly gesture for you on my part. The birds of a feather flock together. Our views are similar but our destinations are dissimilar,’ said Madhu. 


‘I like your friendly gesture in sharing with me,’ said Vinamra.


‘I open the doors of my heart to welcome your suggestions and opinions,’ said Madhu with all deep feelings.


‘Thank you very much...,’ said Vinamra. 


‘Thanks a lot…for sharing your views,’ said Madhu...


Madhu started to speak, changing the topic to divert Vinamra's sorrowful mood. He talked of the places he had seen earlier in the US,


'Have you seen the Niagara water falls?' 


'No, I haven't. This time I have planned to visit it.'


Madhu depicted the Niagara water falls and Vinamra enjoyed listening to its graphic description. 


Madhu and Vinamra were in the flight speaking on various topics- local, social national and international and spent their remaining flight-time, respecting each other. Meanwhile they were at the airport of California. They got into the cars came for them to receive. They travelled together but reached their respective destinations in California. 


Published:

Contemporary Literary Review, India. Vol:9 No:4 Nov, 2022

https://www.literaryjournal.in/index.php/clri/article/view/1172/1238


Monday, October 3, 2022

All for Oneness

All may look diverse but for oneness,

Entity the sign for its wholeness.

Garland is one with variety flowers,

Stream is one with all showers,

All leaves in one offer cool shade,

With all grass green, carpet is laid.

Diversity in faces

But the race is one for all races

Not just for unity

But for beauty in diversity

For life, varied blood-groups function

With veins and arteries in the mission

Hemispheres are two

North and south to form globe in true

Like hands left and right

Work together in might

The sun shoots its rays to all

The sky is the limit as thrall

For all rays for light and warmth

For every heart to throb

The tree is one with diverse parts

Nation is one but lives in all hearts

Land is one all to it with pull powers

Ocean is one welcoming to it all rivers

They mind no walls in glow and flow

To learn lessons for man to grow.

Volume 6 - Issue 2 - Oct-Dec 2022
Authors Press

Saturday, October 1, 2022

Is Education Serving Its Purpose

            Education is the reservoir of invaluable treasure of knowledge supplemented with wisdom and so it offers awakening on everybody's part. When it is the source for knowledge, the concomitant of wisdom for man's awakening, what is source for education?

 

             Man with insight is different from animals with instinct. There is a clear-cut difference between man and animals. Man has the sense of insight, the power of understanding to distinguish the good from the bad, the worthy from the unworthy. Animals have the sense of instinct that does not change at any cost in any period. Animals cannot be modern animals like modern men. The animals today are exactly as they were in the past for their instinctual nature. Man by nature or by means of insight is inquisitive. He tends to learn the ways for him to meet his physical needs and reach his destined goals.

 

             Man can have education from nature first and from the teacher next. Nature that serves as a university is the primary source for education. In imitation of birds and animals, he learns many things but not all the things. Next, education flows to minds from the books when read by him or taught by a teacher in the classroom.

 

             Man is not like animals, birds and insects with their instincts. He is different, as he has the sense of insight to mark a clear-cut difference. It is the virtue to crown him 'special creature', 'the crest of all creatures'. The insight leads him to do good and worthy by means of education he attains. Education teaches him values in the form of heritage, civilization and culture. In other words, it teaches discipline, decency and decorum as the principles. It offers not just knowledge but wisdom, leading him to humanity for human relations and humanistic concerns for his march towards excellence.

 

            All should make a note that education is complete when knowledge it offers is the concomitant of wisdom. Man can have both knowledge and wisdom through education as he has the boon of insight. Man, therefore, marks a special distinction among all the other creatures as those creatures have instinct. "Blessed is one who is born as man as he has insight".

 

       The people in the past had blind beliefs, stigmas, social evils and the like. There were more or less like animals in spite of their insight. That is why the man was like a beast, brute or animal, as he was an uncivilized man as he had no education, 'vidya viheenah pashuh' to mean man without education is a brute or an animal. Education was only the means for the people in the past to be free from blind beliefs, stigmas, taboos and social evils as it dispels their ignorance in the way light shatters darkness. The people had their problems solved and evils shunned by its invincible means.

 

            The social evils like Sati were in practice. Education showed them a solution to the evil. So is the case with bride's price. By means of education, the people were able stop the evil. There was a curse on the part of the women who lost their husbands in their young age were to remain widows lifelong. By means of education, the people felt that they could fill joys in the lives of the young widows. Education was only the means to shun all the social evils and evil practices then.

 

          In the next generation, the people faced the social problems like dowry system, child marriages, untouchability, and so on. The people felt that education was only wherewithal to shun these social evils and bad practices.

 

        Dowry system confronted the society in place of bride's price. The people felt that it was a curse in disguise. The people were ready to perform the marriages of children but child marriages became a curse on the part of women. They suffered for various reasons in the later stages. They felt that education was only the means for the solution to child marriages. There were acts against all these evils to remain acts forever.

 

        Untouchability was in practice as a humiliation to a sect of people. The People of that sect suffered for no reason. Education came to their rescue as a remedy for it.

 

        There were suicides due to the loss of chastity, humiliation and various reasons. Education came to the cowardly and infused courage in them to face them for their happy living like others.

 

        There were prenatal examinations to get ready for foeticide in case of female foetus in the womb. Education enlightened them to make them aware of the necessity of female ratio against the male ratio. Many acts resulted from education came to stop all evils.

 

        Even after achieving literacy in the form of education, the people in the society faced various kinds of social problems against the principles of education. There were inequalities and injustices, irregularities and uncertainties meted out to the society. There were highs and lows for discrimination. Caste system, racism, communalism and status variation for humiliation were still there in spite of education among the people though it was remedy for all the discriminations. There were corruption, deception and exploitation playing to the tune of selfish goals which education never allows in its chaste field.

 

         In the later stages, corruption is rampant in every sector. Money, spent in the welfare of the people is enriching the financial levels of the selfish people. There is deception to meet their selfish goals. The milk vender selling milk had a principle not to mix water to it. He rose to the level of mixing water to the milk he was selling. Later he added all other substances like starch and urea to milk, turning it milk sans dilution. Of late, he has risen to the level of preparing artificial milk to play with the lives of the people especially children. The people are in need of it and so he is exploiting their need. He never realizes that it is deception but it is a part of his business. He has education but he does all corruption, deception and exploitation. What does education teach him?

 

           In view of scientific advancement and technological progress, man has invented many machines and equipments for his comforts and luxuries in quest of super pleasures. He can make machines like robot to work for him. He can make the machine of his hen lay artificial eggs. 

 

           There is a high ambition arisen in the people to become rich overnight. There are all hybrid duplicate false varieties for sale in place of pure, original things to pose a question whether education helps them to do it or they are going against the principles of education. Anyhow, the purpose of education goes with the wind to prove futile.

 

          In the institutions, ragging is going on. Malpractices and harassments are going on, spoiling the values of education. The wise feel sorry for the acid races on girls. What is education teaching them?

 

         Institutions have become business centres, charging exorbitant fees. Is education allowing them to do so or are the institutions making education a tongue-tied slave? Education feels polluted when the managements sell education in the form of certificates. It really feels delighted when it offers certificates to the worthy students. It is its sole goal in pursuit of virtues and values.

 

          Violence is everywhere. It is manifest in various forms. Thefts are taking place. Murders are taking place. There are rapes. There are rapes-cum-murders. The rapes have become news in newspapers for the surprise of a few with wisdom and surmise for the few to think. The unfortunate thing is that rapists are also educated. They are ready for the rape an eight-day old baby, a girl of any age or a woman of any stage. There arises a doubt in all, all wise whether education prompts them to do rapes or gang rapes. What type education of education stops their involvement in ghastly brutal cruel acts? 

 

          The people believed in the powers and wonders of education in the past, saying vidya viheenah pashuh as the people without education were like animals or brutes. They felt the need for education. They had literacy in the form of education to be free from blind beliefs, stigmas, taboos and evil practices. Now, the people have high education and all high degrees but the evils are going against the principles of education especially the saying, vidya viheenah pashuh. They are doing all offences in spite of their education and degrees to say that the saying has lost its relevance in the society today. The meaning of the saying has become topsy-turvy in the present generation. Why is this colossal change in these days of advancement against the principles of education?

 

Published 

EDUTRACKS

Oct 2022 Vol.22 No.2

Thursday, September 1, 2022

TRUE LOVERS FOR REUNION

The breeze, cajoled by your vital vibrance,
Fills my heart with the spell of your fragrance,
The sound of your scream in vicinity
In search of joining me for gaiety,

True lovers to reunite.
Despite protests, our union by chance
As the fruit of love in exuberance.
Now we are doves in storm’s captivity,

O Love, none disrupts our love-unity,
True lovers to reunite.
So furious was the storm, raged perchance,
From me, blew you away at a distance,

The breeze is for our connectivity,
Evades time and space for eternity,
True lovers to reunite.
We, love birds invincible in brilliance,

One for the other, sole in performance.
We, petals and honey, flower’s beauty,
The lesson, the soul of love’s verity,
True lovers to reunite.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 73 & 74 Double Issue - September 2022

LIGHTNINGS AND MUSINGS

Whether musings are like lightnings
Or lightnings are like musings
They rise in mental and azure horizons
A surprise to surmise in comparisons.

They appear a little while to disappear
Shine bright as an invincible power.
They are the wonder of wonders
So majestic they are to be splendors.

Musings on the blue screen of the mind
Like magic sans logic in a second to find
Like the spark full of light in its kingdom
To reflect in their unrivalled wisdom.

To shatter the darkness of ignorance
Like lightings amid dark clouds with radiance
Brilliant they are in mind for a little span
To flow in ink in the poet’s majestic plan.

Musings are the song of a lark indefinable
Like tides to leave on the shore an imprint indelible
They arefor the celebration of poetry to amuse
For the most fanciful adoration to Muse.

Musings, so short-lived in mental welkin
As lightnings in the azure with their stay akin
With the cherished goal in full might
To shatter the dark for the aimed Light.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 73 & 74 Double Issue - September 2022

WEDDING ALBUM

A few decades fled in time’s race,
Welcoming changes remarkable,
The same measures show the place,
The pace of time is unchangeable.

The album of wedding, once so new
So attractive and so fine to shine
With covers stained and torn in view
Now is outdated in its design.

The twinkles shone in the groom’s face,
Carves with wrinkles in time reign.
A lot altered in style and grace
Muscles, robust youth on the decline.

The bride with all charms in full glow
With her lovely hair long and black
Turns too small to be a mock show
She wants to turn robust by going back.

The smiles on lips to shine in the rose,
Wrought with the scratches of time,
Beauty, glory, and valor in virile pose
Sure to sing in the blurring chime.

All in reflection, the sense of tradition
Turns outdated in the age of modernity
The past in the fullest exhibition
Fails to retain its spirit and attain eternity.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 73 & 74 Double Issue - September 2022

Leaders in India

The leader today
Forgets that he is for all
For he is busy.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 73 & 74 Double Issue - September 2022

Man's Main

Free from deception
Man prospers, sans pollution
For his health, man's main.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 73 & 74 Double Issue - September 2022

Man's Needs

Man's three basic needs
Education, food, health care
For sale at high rates.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 73 & 74 Double Issue - September 2022

Brokerage

Brokerage in all
Present as weapon powerful
System sure for fall.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 73 & 74 Double Issue - September 2022

Bribe

File in office moves
When bribe imparts life on wheels
Or it lies pending.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 73 & 74 Double Issue - September 2022

Man not Chameleon

Pretense is offence,
The net you fall in one day
Man, learn all human.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 73 & 74 Double Issue - September 2022

TOWARDS PEACEFUL EXISTENCE (Roundel in Hexameter)

Towards peaceful existence, our nation in aim
With the will for all to lead the path in the sense
To bid goodbye to all evils to bring false name
Towards peaceful existence.
With the principles of truth and nonviolence,
Gandhi won freedom for the nation to shoot to fame,
The nation to strive and march towards excellence.
Bold hearts never to turn heels play the challenge game,
Good bricks lay a strong foundation for eminence,
Sure to achieve every accolade and acclaim
Towards peaceful existence.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 73 & 74 Double Issue - September 2022

Friday, July 1, 2022

Voice Knows No Age


C. Narayana Reddy
The voice has no old age
Except life
When years pass in life
The face carves wrinkles.
The legs hang and balance
Go on walking.
This is not applicable
To the voice of power.
It stands erect forever
And proceeds unruffled.
Whenever the mind calls upon
It does not stand with folded hands.
Its freedom is its life.
Whenever it wants to emerge
It flies and perches on the tongue.
It is the voice
That has no temperament of rising,
But not the age to set.
The bed-ridden man
In his decrepit old age
Cannot rise unless one lifts him
Whereas the voice is not like that
For it has no interdependence.
As long as the tongue utters
As long as the pen proceeds
The voice-state is in ever-rise.
The looks of over ripened age
Often turn the pages of the past.
The voice glimpses only the present,
The present-borne
Future,
If time does not favor,
The speaking tongue turns dumb
The writing hand cripples down
The voice can prove
Its existence
At least by the shivering fingers.

Title poem “Vaakkuku Vayasu Leidu” from Vaakkuku Vayasu Leidu.
(*Telugu poems translated by Dr. K Rajamouly)

Published
POETCRIT
July-Dec-2022 Vol.21 No.11

I Do Not Let Time Sleep


Poems in Translation By Dr. Katta Rajamouly

From Telugu

N. Gopi

On the leaf of time

I am writing in ink

That transcends time

The ink’s name is tears.

The cloud, formed in evaporation,

Is the cloud

Despite science telling truths

Because of the raindrop

It transformed into poetry

To a wounded bird

The sky looks doubly infinite.

Does the bird keep quiet?

To see its limits

It flies on its wings.

The sky is not somewhere

It is in the hands of space

In waning relations

In senseless of conversations

For shattering the shackles

That the sky put to the earth

Man stands.

By not letting time to sleep

It is all life...

What is about the sea!

The sea never dies--

One minute becomes standstill

Next, it looks forward to touching the moon

By its rising tides

The moon is worn away

Despite knocking the moon many times;

The moonlight still spreads its perfume

The stars do not break

Despite rubbing them infinite times;

They bloom like flowers.

Man’s spreading perfume is life

When he writes on time leaf

In the ink transcending time

The name of the picture formed

Is man

(From Kalanni Nidra Ponivvanu, pp.94-95)


Published

POETCRIT

July-Dec-2022 Vol.21 No.11

Look at It at Its Depth

 Surface never shows the beauty

Of its pearls at its bottom spread

To embed all treasures sea-bred

In safety at its profundity.


The grace of face not the case

For the assessment one’s wisdom

To know the area of a king’s kingdom

One is not to see the king’s face.


Rock is rugged and rough,

It doesn’t let us know the sculpture

At its depth in the artistic stature,

Sculpted with chisels in stuff.


Don’t look at clay as mud

See the goblet unseen when hidden,

Made in care on the wheel well-laden

Like the ornament with pearls stud,


The log of wood is shabby in looks

See the wooden statue at its deep

To shine annual layers in safe keep

Albeit its carpenter can’t read books.


Unlettered may be the shepherd boy

He turns a judge for a wise verdict

That is far beyond for one to predict

To pronounce it as a boy, sans coy.


What is in it? How would one be?

Big questions on the part of all

To answer them at the clarion call

Before leap, its depth one is to foresee!


Published

POETCRIT

July-Dec-2022 Vol.21 No.11

Sculptor the Great

Skill is a fancy to rise in mind

For an art to shine in its stature!

Amazing is the fancy in its kind

Wonderful art-piece for rapture!

Chisel and hammer mere tools

That can never claim any credit

Like pen and paper at schools

That can never attain any merit.

It is the idea, fancy’s brainchild

That can make the art-piece great.

The idea is in its flight as the wild,

All unseen is seen in art in its rate

The sculptor is lucky for the skill,

Born gift as a merit in practice.

Sculpture is a picture, beauty-fill,

Tools execute plans not to miss.

Skill is a fancy to rise in mind

For an art to shine in its stature!

Amazing is the fancy in its kind

Wonderful art-piece for rapture!

Chisel and hammer mere tools

That can never claim any credit

Like pen and paper at schools

That can never attain any merit.

It is the idea, fancy’s brainchild

That can make the art-piece great.

The idea is in its flight as the wild,

All unseen is seen in art in its rate

The sculptor is lucky for the skill,

Born gift as a merit in practice.

Sculpture is a picture, beauty-fill,

Tools execute plans not to miss.


Published

POETCRIT

July-Dec-2022 Vol.21 No.11

Soft Skills for Teachers





Published

Vol. 21 No. 11 July 2022

Saturday, June 4, 2022

My Clarion Call for Peace

I call for peace as all the hearts shed tears,

The people are in woes, the world, in throes.

Like birds in cage, they are in jaws of fears.

On hurling bombs at them, the knell echoes.

Disorders, all rifts stream in wrath to wars,

The strong to make the weak the slave full-free.

The race, the caste, the creed and all the bars

Ill-treat them all as thralls in act full-spree.

 

With all know, man resorts to violent acts,

That man-to-man relation, life on land,

The base, the home of peace to man in facts.

It’s all, the meanest, man to feel high hand.

Let all on land enjoy relations true,

To transcend borders, all confines’ purview.


Published

METVERSE MUSE

June 2022 Vol.69 & 72 

Got 3rd place in contest

Friday, June 3, 2022

WAR VERSUS PEACE

A model nation, surely not to wage

A war against a free-loving nation,

It’s most inhuman act, its false passion.

History hates to see life-loss in page.

It loves full peace, no atom blast in rage,

At bay, it keeps death-wail, dreading mission,

Ukraine as prey to Russian-invasion

To cause full tears, all fears, the race-outrage.

While forces all to smash-to-ash all days

With arms, unleashing violence, marring peace,

The laws: “No strong to rise, no weak to fall.”

The leader, waging wars, should stop the ways

To shatter peace, and offer all fresh lease,

A new sunrise, a ray of hope life all.


Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022

ROBUST YOUTH

Youth is so robust

That it glows in glamour

That it thrives in vigor

Like Spring in lust;

Its wants, so speedy

Like the horse in gallops

Like the birds on hilltops

Like acts, ever ready;

It is a driving force

With the limbs vivacious

With the mind stupendous

In the living course;

It is surely evident

In the rays of the hot sun

To have everything won

In youth to present;

It is a mount river

To fall from the blue sky

It is a tide to rise far high

In the ocean treasure;

It is a sweet dream

That glitters in transience;

Time shatters its eminence

In its endless stream;



Published

METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022

IMAGE

No sooner did I lift my hand
Than he did so with a command;
I opened my eyes very, very wide
He also did so well with all pride;
I puzzled much at what he did
He followed me all like a kid;
My eyes found him shrug on and on
In imitation of my action going on;
I sincerely threw my possible smile
That echoed his response for a while;
Then I tried my chance to scorn him
He too did the same to the brim;
My eyes scattered at him a stare
Evinced he, with equivalent care;
In me a stop arose all of a sudden
His tempo, I found, sure to gladden;
His imitation prompted me to try
Always to know all those why;
His words related the tale of a lion
Its roar, the well echoed in the coin.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022 

THE IRONY OF LIFE

 Infinite are the clashes between the two,

All what we want and what takes place;

Life is the best teacher to teach all true.

A child wishes to wear the youthful face,

Fanciful mind to reflect flowery charms,

Mock at their diminishing in time's pace.

Life is a texture thin-spun in time's arms,

A slave with the shackles but it all feigns

To be free like a free bird to live on farms;

The bud craves for its blooms for shines,

Perfumes, honey abundant for bliss-offer

But hates to fade and fall in time's reigns;

Life loves twinkles for glittering stature

Time carves wrinkles in its cold capture.


Published

METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022

DEEP LOVE

Love! You are, indeed, so pure,
That you ever beggar description;
Love! They are so poor for sure,
That they never trigger a definition;
Love! Hidden are your treasures;
They can never view your stature
So open are your great pleasures;
They can never spell your power.
They have their own appreciation
For physical charms; selfish claims;
They have their own recognition
For parochial goals; false fames;
The dove’s lesson can’t sermonize
For they are blind to your excellence
The cloud’s sermon not to realize
For they are blunt to your eminence;
When you start, you know no ending
They learn that you are pragmatic
You have no demise but bearing
This is the true critique of a critic.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022

Tuesday, May 3, 2022

Flower's Message

On the stem the flower

In full bloom for all smiles

For the viewers in the bower 

To fill their ways for miles


It faces storms and rains

In possible ways of its power

Bearing at its heart all pains

Saying, "The great, I'm Flower"


The story its life is brief

Its service and goal are great

Its love for the race is chief

For due praises at any rate


The flower glows in its grace

In laying the foundation

For the perpetuation of its race

For the seed preservation


In the heart at its sweet heart

For a fest for the palatal bliss

Reaches the soil in the art

To germinate well not to miss


The seed is born as an offspring

From the womb of the mother

After her labor pains bearing

For growth with skill in gather


When fed with warmth and water

By father sun and mother soil

In exuberance of verdant glitter

In all sportive spirit and toil


In youthful love, blooms a flower 

It is its sole soulful sojourn

It shines in smiles in its power

A wise message in life to churn



Published

CLRI May 2022

Vol.9 No. 2


Drop of Water

tiny but myriad in stature

life in vigor to offer

but mere the drop of water


the eyes see it fall from the blue


shiny as a pearl in shine

a steep flight as the right

a fall for verdant wealth


seeds sown deep rise to the lower skies


a sojourn from ethereal to real 

a fall to fill a heaven thro the heart

open to the rays for solar secrets 


the shower knows where the ray kisses


a fest at its best is manifest

a pretty damsel in full dazzle

a bridge in her somersault 


a gaze at huge charms for sweet chasms


a picture beyond skilled brushes

in heavenly seven, shines in its reigns

to say it is not tiny but shiny


a majestic show in the sky in magic ways


the drop of water and the rays

a matrimonial communion

for a paradise of off-springs


hearts celebrate when it feasts the eyes


it excels the pictures of painters

in imitation of its colours 

the aesthetic heart charters


Published

CLRI May 2022

Vol.9 No. 2


Friday, April 1, 2022

MANAS BAKSHI'S POETIC CONCERNS FOR HUMAN RELATIONS: AN OVERVIEW WITH A SPECIAL REFERENCE TO PARNASSUS OF REVIVAL

A poet is one who has an observant eye and a sensitive heart for human concern and social relation in the welfare of man. He marks a clear-cut distinction by virtue of his distinctive features and special characteristics in the genre of poetry. No two poets are alike or same but they may be similar or dissimilar in presenting thematic treasures and poetic ideals, technical brilliance and artistic excellence. Here is a poet belonging to the class of poets par excellence in the galaxy of contemporary Indo-English poets. He is none other than Dr. Manas Bakshi who occupies a significant place in the poetic panorama by virtue of his rare merits in the contemporary era.

In the anthology of poems, entitled Parnassus of Revival Manas Bakshi deals with kaleidoscopic themes underlying life. Time with its past, present and future and man's predicament in time's reign, nature with its lovely scenes, social evils, lacking in faith in human relations, dilemmas, perplexities, confusions, conflicts, degeneration of values, degradation of standards, anarchy and so on in the current society enriched his thematic plenty. He delineates the wide range of themes employing striking imagery, felicity of word-clusters or expressions and precise and crispy lines to exemplify his poetic dynamics. He deserves all encomiums for the merits of the anthology.

Manas Bakshi grows into a humanist by virtue of his good background or sweet disposition. He criticizes the present society for lacking in human relations and social concerns. The prevalent social distinctions and discriminations, status variations and economic depressions to cause inequalities and injustices are against his principle as a poet and man. Through the spectrum of poetry, he shares his heart-felt feelings to the readers in the most convincing and appealing way.

As a poet and man, Manas Bakshi is deeply committed to man's peaceful existence and human relations. Man to aim at man-for-man or human relation therefore becomes the focus and fulcrum of his poetry. He presents his feelings, moods, experiences, findings, happenings and so on, as he has broad mission and wide vision as a poet of human relations and concerns.

A poet of human consciousness and social awareness is bound to respond to all the evils confronting the society today. I quote my (Dr. Rajamouly Katta's) definition of poetry from my article in Susheel Kumar Sharma featured in Language, literature and Culture,

"Every poet lets us listen to his heart-throbs for our heart-responses. It is his primary goal and bounden responsibility to describe events, incidents, experiences, dilemmas, problems, etc that he glimpses through, and weapon and organ he fights with for the aimed reforms and desired solutions. It rises from the reality and actuality of life in the way the plant rises from the ground of truths to bloom the flowers of facts".

As a poet, Manas Bakshi believes that poetry is the expression of realities that lurk in his mind and heart. The poem, A Poem of Untold Moments reflects his views on poetry,

Words not always enough to delineate
The bubble surfacing on
A purple heart's edge---
... ... ...
That is always a poem
Of untold moments
In untold words
Of metaphoric exuberance.


As a poet, Bakshi defines a good poem as a choice, preferred to any material offer, the only option for him as unfolded in his poem, Aesthetic Balm. It should touch the heart by a message of consolation as a lesson for the reader's inevitable learning,

What will you opt for
A handful of Dehradun rice
Or, a fine poem that touches a lacerated
heart,
As the winter-end breeze blowing over
The paddy field after harvest?

Manas Bakshi's love for man is the nucleus theme of his poetry as revealed in the collection of poems. He, as a poet and man, loves the race of man and so he wishes man's world to be safe and peaceful. He exhorts every individual to grow into an ideal family and all families into society to reflect human values. His appeal to the race of man ultimately culminates in his universal wish that the earth must be safe. In the poem, Caution, he indirectly appeals to the race of man to live in happiness, saving the earth the world for mans' existence, averting all evil happenings


Don't destroy me
To destroy yourself...
... ... ...
Your first succour, last resort
It's me, Mother Earth.

The poet indentifies with Mother Earth and appeals to his fellow man with profound feelings of helplessness to stop his act,

Don't bite
To bring out
My last drop of blood...

Humanism is the heart of Manas Bakshi's poetry for he loves family relations. In the poem, Smile a Day he gives full marks for marital ties and familial relations,

But full marks?
Sorry, I can't!
Have my wife and children
Waiting till I breathe my last.

The poet loves conjugal life as the ideal and preferential one for it gives him solace and bliss. What man gets in marital relations is missing in extramarital relations. In the poem, Surrealistic he distinguishes the marital with the kiss to bestow on man bliss and the extramarital with a 'secret kiss' to be short-lived and 'half-finished',

Halcyon days are short-lived
As a secret kiss,
Looking back often means
The surfacing of a hidden urge
To refurnish all
That is half-hearted, half-finished;

For the poet, love is pure. It is the choicest emotion. In the poem, Moving Leeward he criticizes the lovers today for their non-commitment to love. They are not true lovers. It is for their temporary pleasures,

And love---
Mere a conjunction
Dominating a secluded space
Of momentary togetherness

Manas Bakshi's faith in humanity is comprehensive and compulsive on the part of man. In the poem, Moving Leeward he therefore loves humanity built with the bricks of faith in cordial, harmonious human relations and peaceful existence of man,

When faith is no more
A condition of living,
Marriage seldom sacred
Relations often sartorial
Down a life-line
Staid, turmoil-stained.

Truth to reflect love in man helps man love fellow men to have unity as a sign of humanity. The poem, Clairvoyance-like expresses the truth, the truth of humanity,

Truth is the moment of love
We feel united
Since birth.

He advises his fellow beings in his poem, What Likely the Art of Living Is to wish for the safe existence of man, maintaining man-to-man or human relations in the age of man-created barriers,

Only for
Raising a storm inside the orbit
Of the suffering human psyche
Mired in the textures
Of relations mechanized.


As a poet and man, Manas Bakshi is against human suffering. He does not like inequalities and injustices, discrimination and humiliation, so on. He is upset more and more with male domination to result in gender discrimination. For him, poetry springs from pain and he expresses the idea in his poem, 'Parnassus of Revival. The theory of his poetry is that it begins in the pain of a girl-child and it is evident in the lines,

Poetry beginning with pain
As a girl child
Born wretched
On the Indian soil....

His poetry mirrors his bitter feelings and unbearable experiences in the sad incidents of humiliation meted out to women in the long past, the past and the present. He portrays his deep concern for woman in his first poem, 'Indian Woman'. The feelings related to the incidents of humiliation to women haut him and hurt his heart deeply for he has high reverence and soft corner for women, He identifies with the woman in suffering,

An Indian woman,
An emblem of duty to family
And love for husband,
Affection to children
And devotion the Creator,
Sustaining for a eon
The legacy, lechery and lapses
Of a male-dominated domain---

He identifies with woman in different a eons. She faces 'the fire ordeal' to prove her chastity. How it is to see her suffering! He shares the suffering of Sita as she suffers for no fault of hers,

Having no fault of my own
... ... ...
Had to face a fire ordeal---
To prove my chastity
With feminine courage.

As a poet and man, Bakshi shares the woes and throes of the Pandavas. He feels that the action of the Kauravas as 'shameless'. He shares Draupadi's suffering, identifying with her. The suffering of women was not lost but continued as ' a stigma of yore!' to the 20th century,

The legacy followed
Even in the 20th century
To adorn me with a crown
Of a royal devotee,
Offered forever to the deity
Of imposed myth
And imagined glory-gaiety!
Neither a Goddess
Nor a call girl
Branded Devdasi---

He has deep anguish for the tragic fate of 'Lower caste woman in Kerala!' a hundred years ago. He expresses his vehement protest, indentifying with her, Nangeli saying,

I preferred chopping of my breast
To paying tax
To the king of Travancore
For covering up the same.

It is shameful to think of the humiliation meted out to woman in the form of molestation and rape even in the 21st century in the so-called civilized society with the sense of equality in the democratic setup,

I am that Manipuri girl
Baring my body in vehement protest---
Many of you
21st century civilized male
Unblushing, unfazed, remorseless
Just relax again!

Bakshi as a fellow being feels ashamed of being a male to victimize a woman to unbearable agony and suffering. He referred to women: 'Padmini of Chittore with deep feelings. He wishes woman to be very strong to avert all the evils related to her and fight like Indian soldiers for her motherland,

I've the fighting spirit
Of Razia Sultana,
The indomitable courage of Rani of Jhansi,
The patriotic spark of Matangini Hazra
And the undying zeal of Kalpana Chawla;

Years glide on in time's ride but there is no change in woman's fate and existence. She becomes a victim to rape, sometimes rape and murder, stealing her money and treasures, the triple crime. There are ghastly incidents of rape of babies, girls and women of any age for the satiation of man's barbaric act in his demonic lust. He feels hurt for the pathetic and tragic plight of Nirbhaya identifying with her,

My fate hasn't been changed---
Still I am one after another Nirbhaya
In the hands of the criminals
Gang raped and slain!

Woman lives in the society today amidst fears confronting her all the times. She feels insecure because of brutalities and cruelties of man's violence in various forms.

The poet feels sorry for the inhuman act of foeticide. To resort to foeticide by a woman in modern age is a sinful act. He wishes to have security for woman against prevalent insecurity in the present society,

Sorry to say
I have neither a foeticide-free sky
Nor the deserved
Social security reign!

Manas Bakshi as an optimist whole-heartedly wishes that the people should change the pitiable plight of woman in the present inhuman scenario,

I will, for sure, one day
Make India worthy
Of woman's existence---

The poet feels that a child gladdens its family by its sweet smile and strengthens the nation by its brilliant caliber and career when grown. He wishes that no foul means should spoil the child's smile. In the poem Bugbear, he equates 'child' that gladdens the near and dear with 'flower' that sweetens the atmosphere,

A smiling flower
A smiling child
Bliss of Nature
Sacred and divine

Flower torn
Smile forgotten
Religious fanaticism: a knife
Flashing vengeance
From behind.

The poet presents the portrait of man and woman living in an unwelcome situation against his wishes in the poem, Unmasking,

I will make a portrait
Of man and woman
Going deep into the realm

Where the trite terms
Of a prosaic living entail
A nomadic shibboleth,

Where everyone's
Aimless wandering

The society today is mired in numerous ill-treatments to the poor, 'Pavement dwellers and pedestrians' as the sign of marginalization. There is no way set to solve their problems. In the poem, Live from Kolkatta Pavement, the poet presents the city's realistic picture to reflect the pathetic plight of the poor for miserable lives,

Marginalized as they are since birth
Groveling for survival in shady shanties,
Like the very footpath
Sheltering the alive and the dead

The poll promises go in vain. The promises are the words wrought on the surface of water. The leaders are in fact for good governance as per democracy but not poli-tricking for poly tricking. The poet aptly compares votes to fallen leaves to say that they have no value and power after elections. He presents the most unwelcome situation,

Vote is over,
Torn ballot papers
Mute as the fallen leaves
Can't divulge the secrets of poli-tricking

The poet feels sorry for the martyrs are remembered once in a year in the way the great leaders of great sacrifice are forgotten. It is done as a show but not as a mark of real respect for the departed leaders,

Swirl around a martyr's tomb---
Martyrs initiated at the baptismal of fire
Remembered once in a year!

The nature-lyric depicting the sun 'Saluting the Sun' making a fact that there are unwanted children and they might not know their male parents. The children grow to be unruly and violent with every possibility of turning terrorists,

Justice? No, not the real cause,
It's all myth
Really is virgin mothers
Scream in the blind alleys of life,
And Karnas today
Often turn terrorists!

In the poem Aesthetic Balm the poet feels that the worldly life is losing its glories against his wish. He concurs with time's powers as time conquers man's life,

As worldly life loses its charm
To a sardonic smile of Time.

The poet presents the picture of the world today in the poem, 'Introspection' . He unfurls the fact he is against absurdities and calamities,

It's is a polarized world
Some having more than needed
Some having nothing, superseded
Some enjoying nocturnal glee
In longing eyes
Some dying in the street
After day-long pitched fight!

The poem, Aesthetic Balm lends a poetic utterance to his ideas about the pathetic plight of the people in the prosaic society today,

We're wandering in wilderness
Craving for a festival of colours
For minds and stress
For eyes away from
The wonder of a poetic landscape!

In the poem, Introspection, he lets his unbearable feelings known to the readers. To all these unwanted happenings and violent incidents, God is silent. He is indifferent to human suffering,

Nowhere to go
... ... ...
Better to close
The windows and the door
And feel emotional flames
Burning within
... ... ...
Silent God
At the other end
Playing Sudoku
In the secluded corner of human mind.

The poet, on behalf of man, wishes God to avert man's suffering and hurting feelings, He is man's God to be in reign for the welfare of man. It is His responsibility as the Almighty. But God is silent. In the other poem, Dwelling on a Stone God, the poet expresses the indifferent attitude of God to man's resorting to violent ways,

The stark residue of a stone-God
Showing neither anger nor smile

The poet ironically unfolds the view that God is busy having so many schedules that He is not able to redress man's grievances. Thus, man throws the sole blame on God for His being over busy,

For God
Always acting like a minister
Overburdened with several portfolios
Is never spared with a single blame
In human eyes full of vengeance!

Here the poet echoes the satirical vein of Kamala Das on the life of hypocrisy in the hues of reality led by many in the society today and God is in heaven away from man with the sense of hypocrisy as presented in her poem, Fancy-Dress Show,

God is in his heaven and all
Is right with this stinking world.

The society is full of 'miseries and mistake'. In the poem A Cyber Age Poem, he wishes man in the society today to be 'neo-human' and all the past history not to repeat in the present,

Cyber age; world seems within reach.
Flower, fruits and vegetables---all hybrid....
Days nearing the pinnacle of global
warming
For a fresh start with neo-human seed?

The poet loves peace from the heart of his heart in the poem, As the Pigeons Saw It. He expresses his love for peace by the traditional symbol of pigeons, 'Flying in a jubilant mood'. He loves India for its universal peace and communal harmony,

Some white pigeons
Messengers of peace
... ... ...
Crossing the border
They felt comfortable and safe
In the peace-loving Indian territory,
Were amazed to see here
Secular majority heralding the cause
Of global peace and communal harmony
Sparing not even an inch
For terrorism to creep in---

The poet says that the pigeons had good image about our nation as it was meant for peace and so they felt comfortable to enter it. They felt disappointed as they found all chaos and unrest in India today against their expectations in a peace loving country,

The pigeons felt sorry for
Being driven to a wrong place,
Felt ashamed too
For being stripped off
Their hallowed image!

The anthology mirrors the state of lacking in man-to-man, man-to-woman, man-to-nature, man-to-God relations in human society especially in the present society. It is slender but it is a good blender for blending all noble thoughts and bright ideas for their beauty in variety like the pretty flowers put together into an exquisitely beautiful garland. The beauty lying in the variety of poems of the anthology, Parnassus of Revival, bestows on the readers gaiety.

Dr. Manas Bakshi has had excellent poetic career, spanning four decades and winning encomiums from the literary firmament. Through the medium of his poetry, he marks variety by the rich use of evocative imagery, symbolic modes, thematic variety and artistic excellence for the snapshot delineation of widespread evils: injustices and prejudices, hypocrisies and jealousies, inequalities and insecurities, and so on in the current society. He is not a silent spectator but a keen observer of evils and events, he witnesses in the spectrum of society. He records all his feelings, expectations, experiences, observations, happenings and so on to fulfill his poetic objective from the social perspective. His poetry mirrors the society he lives in. It reflects the satirical vein as the nucleus to satirize the evils in the society. Thus, he proves to be a poet par excellence from the soil of the poets like Rabindranath Tagore.



Published
APR-SEPT. 2022
Vol:90 No.2

Saturday, January 1, 2022

Light in Darkness



Published
Eternity
A Spiritually Enlighted International Magazine
11th Year 2022 Vol. 9 No. 1

What a Nation! (Rondeau in Pentameter)




Published
IIP Iterative International Publishers
Diamond India Unheard Songs of Obscure Heroes
Vol First 2022

Love for the Soil



Published
Diamond India Unheard Songs of Obscure Heroes
IIP Iterative International Publishers
Vol First 2022

A Review of Katta Rajamouly's Cherished Cherries (A Collection of Nine Anthologies)-By D.C Chambial

A Review of Katta Rajamouly's Cherished Cherries (A Collection of Nine Anthologies)
By D.C Chambial







Published
Eternity
A Spiritual Enlightened International Magazine
11th Year 2022 Vol. 9 No. 1

Time

Poems for leisure pleasure & contemplation (Anthology)
How you stepped in to this world is strange
Your endless flow is bound up in mystery
Your galloping speed for incessant change
Left imprints in ever living history.

The milestones mark your age on the milky way
It’s race on wheels at a high pace
A wayfarer’s journey without stay,
Yet, no trace of weariness on your face.

You manifest eroding powers in all circles
Even pliant limbs and sharp mind grow decrepit
The petal-soft countenance carves wrinkles.
The sculpture in a quake breaks into many a bit.

You resemble a river in its ceaseless glide
Your resolve is like the planets’ orbit
You look like an eternal traveler in his ride,
And travel like the flash of light brightly lit.

Five senses, in strict governance of the mind,
Fail to unravel and charter your powerful role
Mysterious are your ways to humankind.
Everything manifests under your iron control.

Published
First Edition 2022 
Print Publication Pvt Ltd

Also published
Published in Triveni, Hyderbad & Kakatiya Journal of English StudiesWarangal
Triveni: Vol: 74. No: 4. Oct-Dec 2005
KJE: Vol: 9/1999.