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Wednesday, November 11, 2020

IGNITE from within the confines 2020

Just when I almost thought I hit the writer's block, especially as the sunlight started receding here announcing the onset of winters, two things happened. One - I got an invite from Deepa Gopal who I had got introduced to by a fortunate stroke of luck few months back, when another terrific writer Sonia Dogra whose writings I am a fan of introduced me to her. The invitation happened to be for the event 'IGNITE from within the confines 2020'. Just by hearing the concept and the theme of the event I could not help but accept the invitation. Even though I was really not sure if I could get over my writer's block and be able to compose anything at all. I only knew that the theme resonated so well to my soul that I had to be a part of it and contribute with whatever it takes. Just then the second thing happened. That is coincidence number two - I got tagged for an eight day poetic marathon. And when one of the jury members of LIT Digital Awards 2020 tagged me for this marathon I had no other go but combat with my writer's block. 

And what came out of it, out of these two sheer coincidences was a feeling I did not anticipate and that is PURE GRATIFICATION. Both these coincidences made me overcome a few of my self created barriers and introduced me to a few more of my firsts in my writing endeavour.

First time I used FB as a medium to post my poems which I had never done earlier. Again, because of various reasons starting from self doubt to more on not wanting to spam the timelines or be a topic of discussion among that fraternity which doesn't appreciate artistic flavours. But with this tag of 8 day poetic marathon I overcame that. How, if you ask? Well, I really do not know! Probably because I did not want those barriers inside me disappoint someone who really wanted to see my work. And as I said it left me in awe and felt nothing but gratifying to see the comments and responses from people who appreciated and valued. Someone even suggested to me if I can build all the poems on the theme of glass and that was another first too to try something like that. And at the end I thank my luck again for the tag as that helped me in contributing one of those freshly written poems towards the captioned event as well going ahead. 

My another first being trying to compose my verses around a professional artist's art work. As was the concept of the event ' IGNITE from within the confines ' that 8 artists were paired with 8 poets and each were to submit 5 contributions. So, when Lauren Rudolph's art work got assigned to me I was actually left spellbound seeing her work. Her life like portraits were so real that I didn't feel it was a painting but a real person sitting across with bottled emotions spewing a thread of magical communication with the viewer's soul. It's definitely one thing to admire the strokes of hues and marvel at their hidden nuances and a whole other thing to be able to do justice to them with your words. I sincerely hope my attempt at this atleast took me half way there in doing justice to such intense art forms. 

And yes, finally this event brought me out of my blanket at last and made me brave the camera. I must confess here that I always knew I was camera shy but I never fathomed an inanimate object can make you fumble this much! 

Apart from my  scuffle with the camera (with me at the receiving end ofcourse.... Breaking the phone because of the camera fright would have proven too costly in this lockdown era!) this was also the very first time I recited my own poem and heard myself. Ofcourse without counting all those times that I had heard so far recite the poems in my own head! 

But more than all this the sheer pleasure of seeing each of the contributors works unfold at a scheduled time daily from the start of the event has been a tremendous experience! The brilliance of each of their contributions ....oozing with talent, passion and intensity is sure to rub off some of that inspiration on you to stir up that energy within you and truly IGNITE that what is within. 

And all this makes my belief even stronger now that universe does have strange ways to operate and bring about such coincidences which awaken you in some or the other way. 

The link to the entire event 'IGNITE from within the confines 2020' is below:

Link to my contribution - click here

Some encouragements that came our way to cheer us all along thanks to the multi talented curator Deepa Gopal:

Media coverages by The Hindu, New India Express, The Khaleej Times and many more - Click Here

Saturday, October 10, 2020

The Game Of Perception

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A bunch of tinted bottles
Sat atop the counter muddled
In varied colors
They glistened anew
With each ray of light
That passed them through
Few of them tried captivating
With their charismatic glow
While some others shined 
Like a myriad of hues in a row
All trying hard with their charm
With just a single purpose under the arm
To be that one 
Of those chosen few
Which can adorn aesthetic spaces
And spend their lives 
In blissful luxury of that woo 
Leaving behind those, according to them
Whose fate was sealed 
To be abandoned 
As valueless into the backyard field
So, there thus lay those ill-fated ones
Whose bashful glamour 
Couldnt keep up with the fancied runs
And went through the grind thus they
To be reduced to shards in such a way
So as to serve as an incandescent bulb
Or as a masterpiece in an art hub
But then, those ornamental tinted glasses
That were busy in their show
Never saw the destiny of these 
Nor even ever got to know
For that's the order of the universe 
And will always be
As, if, perceptions were to go
That might just leave behind another limbo

PS: Posted as part of 8 days poetic marathon #PeetMeNotLeave. My gratitude to Anuradha Bhattacharyya ma'am for tagging me.
Today is the last day of the challenge. With this poem I complete the eight days marathon on my chosen theme of 'glass'. Hope I have done justice to the theme as well as the challenge :)!

Two Sides Of The Tinted Window

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One side of the tinted glass window
Housed those measured smiles
Sparkling chandeliers 
Immaculate arrangements
Plentiful Of Inanimate 
Classy colors
Artificial bird cages & waterfall sounds
Humming appliances
Overflowing wants but tidy bins
Closed Rosewood mahogany doors
And cared for expensive artefacts 
With eyes that intermittently gazed 
In between the deafening silences
At those tinted glasses 
But never wanted to see
What was beyond 

Other side of the tinted glass window
Housed abundant laughter 
Sparkling stars
Cluttered arrangements
Plentiful Of warmth 
Gaudy colors
Chirping birds & gushing rains
Humming breeze
Overflowing needs but wants filled bins
Chestnut rusted doors ajar
And cared for relationships 
With eyes that intermittently gazed 
In between the numbing cacophony 
At those tinted glasses 
Always wanting to see
What was beyond

PS: Posted as part of 8 days poetic marathon #PeetMeNotLeave. My gratitude to Anuradha Bhattacharyya ma'am for tagging me.

Friday, October 09, 2020


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Shattered into two pieces
By a tiny little pebble
The glass of the mirror lay there
Waves of salt water
Came in like a sea
And took away the pebble
But, for what seemed like ages
Couldn't wash away 
The crack that ran deep
Adorning now
Its new demeanour 
Till a reflection split into two
Kept gazing at it
And termed the crack
As the lightning bolt

Shattered into ten pieces
When hit by a boulder
The mirror pieces lay there
Ripples of salt water
Came in like tears
And took away the boulder
But, for some time
Couldn't wash away 
The cracks that smeared across
Adorning now
Its new demeanour 
Till a multitude of reflections
Got caught in them
And termed the cracks
As a breathtaking moment

Shattered into a thousand pieces
Under a rain of pelting stones
The mirror pieces lay there
But, for all the dried up salt water
Which no more came 
Neither in waves nor in ripples
The stones either left
Or probably remained
The mirror cared less
As now, nothing could wash away
The infinitesimal tiny glass shards  
Onlookers kept gazing
As the shards glistened
In rain, in sun and in moon alike
And termed the powdered glass
As a piece of ornamental art

PS: Posted as part of 8 days poetic marathon #PeetMeNotLeave. My gratitude to Anuradha Bhattacharyya ma'am for tagging me.

Wednesday, October 07, 2020

The Dualism


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A multitude of days came by
Some days the Sun scorched high
And on others the rays shined gay 
Sometimes the hailstones gashed 
While on the rest drizzling rain's romance splashed 
Also, there were those memorable days of fall
Filling the view with vibrant hues of all
But then, came the harsh winters too
Showering the dried up leaves that wildly blew
That had surrendered to flow with the wind entwined 
And there I was
Another spectator to the nature's grind
As I went through the unending seasons chain
Against my very own glass pane
But then, while one side of me 
Experienced the changing seasons pass in a daze
The other side stood there unfazed 
Unblemished and unchanged by the life's ways
Seeing it all, almost in acquiescence 
But absorbing only the essence

PS: Posted as part of 8 days poetic marathon #PeetMeNotLeave. My gratitude to Anuradha Bhattacharyya ma'am for tagging me.

Tuesday, October 06, 2020

Essence Of Infinitude


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The little yellow lights glistened
Outside the glass panes
In the shroud 
Of the darkness around
Their fluorescent light
Almost cajoling one and all
To reach out 
And captivate them 
Making them your own
And bask in that 
Sought after triumph 
Like all those tiny fire flies
In the secure of your palms
But then, if only, ever
The candescence could be 
Captured in its entirety 
Perhaps, that's what is afterall
The most elusive virtue 
Of any luminosity
For, as long as it is in view 
The yearning remains
To conquer it 
But when it is within
Its infinitude
Housed inside
Will remain inconspicuous 
As always, as ever

PS: Posted as part of 8 days poetic marathon #PeetMeNotLeave. My gratitude to Anuradha Bhattacharyya ma'am for tagging me.

House Of Mirrors


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Mirrors mirrors everywhere
Where ever the eyes could see
A mirror here and a mirror there
With not so much of a place to flee
The game of the mirrors 
Was compulsory for everyone to take 
Without any escape
If not for anything 
Then just for the wisdom's sake
That dance of the infinity 
Had a lot more to bring
Than just what you could bypass
As a mere fate's sling
Intrigued as ever the mirrors remained
To hear each one of their visitors sing
That somehow always seemed to oscillate
Between the all time traced bizzare magnitudes
From the tiny visitors enormous glees 
To the restless youthful fidgety attitudes  
Morphing into the midlife existential crisis 
Ending with frowns in those wrinkled creases
Alas, for if only those sparkling hosts
Could whisper into the ears of most
Look around oh you mere mortals
And inspect your glass house 
For once if at all
In that infinity's omnipresence  
Isnt it only you 
Who is always judging your presence
And as for that mirage of others in your mind's eye
It's of those engrossed with their smiles wry
In their very own abode of glass mirrors
Then, what for is the angst
What for are the self measuring jeers
Why tint those glass walls
With judgments and futile fears
For afterall, the glass mirrors are cursed
And can only show
What you see in there yourself first

PS: Posted as part of 8 days poetic marathon #PeetMeNotLeave. My gratitude to Anuradha Bhattacharyya ma'am for tagging me.

Monday, October 05, 2020

Universe Listens

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As I sat beside
On the shore 
Of that sea of souls
My gaze trailed to that
Familiar tinted little bottle
That bobbed along the waves
Was it the same, I wondered
The one that I had flung ages ago
And seen it float away blissfully 
Into that sea of oblivion 
With that lone parchment of words
That had ceaselessly rung then
And for long afterwards
Ironically, I couldn't recollect now
When the sound of the waves
Had overtaken those of the words
For a miniscule of a second
I wondered if I should let it float
Away with the waves again
But, I don't  know why
I still did reach out
For the bobbing little tinted bottle
And hurriedly pulled out 
The folded parchment inside
The words were not mine
But were similar yet again
If not for the tinted bottle
This time, for those words
On that parchment 
Did serve as the solace
As now I knew
I wasn't alone
And will never be
In the sea of souls

PS: Posted as part of 8 days poetic marathon #PeetMeNotLeave. My gratitude to Anuradha Bhattacharyya ma'am for tagging me.


Saturday, October 03, 2020

A Genie's Escape


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Mark today's day
As today, a genie escaped
Unclasping itself free at last
From that ancient tinted bottle
Out into the outer universe
Escape it did afterall, for all to see
From the clutches of the soul
Which was trapped in the bottle still
Along with that of the others
Casting their long enchanting spells
Beckoning the genie 
Luring it to come back
To those age-old material confines 
Of their bounded world again
But for the genie
That had now long escaped
Extricated from those shackles
Of that world in which it was captivated 
The lone soul nor the likes
Having realized ever
That it had housed a genie all along
Which now drifted into that bliss of freedom
To explore the infinity of the sky above
Experiencing a different world outside
With those of the genies alike
Only its hazy trail was now left behind
Weaving another singsong tale 
That the soul will perhaps remain to tell
Those other beguiling souls still trapped
And ignorant as ever of their own genies
Trying almost in vain 
To hypnotize the unleashed genie back
Into that tinted bottle
In the same way yet again

PS: Posted as part of 8 days poetic marathon #PeetMeNotLeave. My gratitude to Anuradha Bhattacharyya ma'am for tagging me.
Special thanks to Saibal Barman Sir. A discussion on genie some time ago between us inspired me to write this poem today.