To Live Poetry...

To Live Poetry...

To live poetry and to write poetry are far different functions. There is difference between the two that of the land and the sky. While standing on the ground or on a peak of mountain or moving in an airplane it seems the sky is touching the ground at a distant horizon: It’s only an illusion.

That’s why clouds come down to Earth; birds build their nests in a tree, eagle lands on a mountain top; and earthworms confide in the Moon and stars.

To live poetry is to live pure joy of poetry of Life is to practice SRISHTIYOGA, is to be in communion with Srishti – Nature – inside and outside – embracing all life in body, mind and soul. Even a moment’s intimate touch with Life is enough to bring total revolution. There begins the eternal cycle of Death and Life – Punarapi Maranam, Pumarapi Jananam.

Nobody here is a master or subject; there end all laws and bylaws of the civilised societies – ancient or modern, may they be institutionalised religions, States, or brokers of knowledge, sciences, technologies and arts; may they be highest awards – titles: all, all of them are trivial and irrelevant.

There remains one, only one: a way to live poetry of Life in the lap of our most oppressed, exploited Earth – Dharatari.

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Saima Afreen’s Poetry

Cosmic Reach of Saima Afreen’s Poetry
By Remigius de Souza

I came across Saima Afreen’s poem on Internet – a world-wide-wilderness. The reason for ‘why is ‘how’. That is to say ‘means is goal’. For example in my wanderings of tens of thousand of miles aimlessly the means and goal is wanderings. I wouldn’t call it a chance, or coincidence, or destiny, or providence or probability; these are futile concepts that create confusion and add to the chaos, which is overbearing.

Two Words is the poem that I saw:

On the sheet
Of Time
With the ink
Of Black Night
I wrote
Two
words
One dripped to meet the ocean
And as the Moonlight prepared to
bathe
In the pool of dew-drops
The other one
Covered up the blue sky...

Simple words, simple imagery, few words, no acrobatics, and no jugglery of any kind: that is how I describe her poetry. It is very difficult to be simple that is also elegant. She writes Urdu, Hindi and English poems; a flavour of Urdu is found on English in her poems; I am not talking about figures of speech etc.; I speak of figures of mind – thought and feeling; that is what makes Saima’s poems unique. At times I feel if Saima writes a poem or poem writes her.

The poet goes beyond gender, even in her feminine poems; gender in the male chauvinistic civilised societies even to this date.

Afreen’s poems take me from gross physical level to cosmic heights. I would describe her poetry in two words: Cosmic Reach. No mincing words. it is the quality over quantity. A couplet may last forever. The couplet from her verse in Urdu, for example has a quality of a proverb:

Hazaron dastaanein likhee gatin jis key seeney pe
Aaj us bekas zamin ka no koi quadardaan apna hai.

(On whose chest thousands of tales have been written
Today that helpless Earth has no patron of her own.)

See -Text . The translation from Urdu is by Saima Afreen.

In the English translation Saima uses a word ‘patron’ for ‘quadardaan’, which disturbs my oriental sensibility. Perhaps there is no equivalent for ‘quadardaan’ in English. This problem is usual while translating from a language of one culture to a language of another. It happens in comprehending even works of other arts.

My experience is that Saima’s poems give me, as a reader, space and freedom to move in many directions. It evokes compassion in mental space alike a flower that opens and spreads its fragrance in the cosmic space and evokes contemplation, whether I am alone or in a crowd of hurry and hustle of metropolitan urban-scape.

Saima’s poems are antidote for those lost in the modern crowd and clutter, bombardment of information and consumerism. For a tramp, a homecoming: an oasis in the modern wilderness.

Her Urdu blog “Caravan”, which is in Roman script, is a welcome addition. I wish Saima could add also Urdu script for the delight of readers worldwide. Urdu /Arabic script is a calligraphic art form like in Japanese. I have witnessed it carved by Indian artisans on several mosques in India during my pilgrimage; they mould letters and stones at will. It is delightful experience, though I can’t read the script. Now that technology facilitates, adding a voice will be another treat.
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