Ketketli nadio
ena gaalo par sukai gai
rekha-o muki!
-N.GOPI (tra. from Telugu into Gujarati by Ramanik Someshwar)
[a number of rivers dried on surface of the Sun's cheeks leaving their signs.]
it's eco-cycle,one would say.the river water goes up the sky in the form of steam due to sun heat,turns into the cloud and showers in the river in the season of monsoon.true.
Here there is a poet.she has her own principles that believes in no science, or let's say,she has her own science.
When you go to the river during monsoon,you become speechless.the river looks incredibly appealing when she is full of rain-drops.the sadhyasnata(a woman who has just taken bath) pierce your heart with her fullness,with the greenary around(she tells you,'my love is like green green grass),with a typical fragrance which prospers your nostrils and you can't do anything but go mad!
If a river flowing in full swing can make a human being lunatic,just imagine how delightful it must be for other elements of nature like the sun,the moon,the sky etc.
Poor Sun,loves her (Why shouldn't he? She looks awsome. A head-turner!) yet cannot propose her. There are all chances of his proposal to be accepted as he too has majestic personality. (his chariot is pulled by seven white skinned horses)but he won't.he knows that the beauty of the river will wither within months.he thinks,'in the summer,this river will go dry,it will lose its charm until the monsoon comes.and i,i will be the responsible person for robbing her loveliness.'
it's indeed difficult to harm the person you love,harm knowingly. And the sun can't check-dam his emotions,rivers of tears flow on the land of his cheeks.and when the the flow lasts,the stream of water is not seen.what you see is the stains of dried rivers on his cheeks.
One of my teachers dr.pranav dave once uttered the following line in some refrence while teaching:
you kill the person you love..
Hello KJ!
ReplyDeleteAny reader would rise in Love for River/s reading your 'Dry Tears'.Just terrific.Keep flowing with love for river.
Falguni
THE FURTHER BANK
ReplyDeleteI long to go over there to the future bank of the river,
Where those boats are tied to the bamboo poles in a line;
Where men cross over in their boats in the morning with ploughs
On their shoulders to till their far-away fields;
Where the cowherds make their lowing cattle swim across to the riverside pasture;
Where they all come back home in the evening, leaving the jackals to howl in the island overgrown with weeds.
Mother, if you don’t mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferry when I am grown up.
They say there are strange pools hidden behind that high bank.
Where flocks of wild ducks come when the rains are over, and thick reeds grow round the margins where water-birds lay their eggs;
Where snipes with their dancing tails stamp their tiny footprints upon the clean soft mud;
Where in the evening the tall grasses crested with white flowers invite the moonbeam to float upon their waves.
Mother, if you don’t mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up.
I shall cross and cross back from bank to bank, and all the boys and girls of the village will wonder at me while they are bathing.
When the sun climbs the mid sky and morning wears on to noon, I shall come running to you , saying, “Mother, I am hungry!”
When the day is done and the shadows cower under the trees, I shall come back in the dusk.
I shall never go away from you into the town to work like father.
Mother, if you don’t mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I grow up.
*From THE CRESCENT MOON by Rabindranath Tagore
I wonder about the wonderful imagination by the poet and also about the present condition of rivers in India. Hey arts! Show us the way to present a wonderland to the child of the twentieth century
The River of dreams : By Billy Joel
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VS3s3NnNl8
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep
I must be lookin' for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross
even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find what I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I'd never lose
Something somebody stole
I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is I've been looking for
(Three beat Pause)
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To the river so deep
I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night (break)
I’m not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That is runnin' through the promised land (Long Five beat Pause)
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night
From Now On Our Group Will be called as
ReplyDeleteRIVERSIDE ROADIES or R2
Post your entries for it, O'wise this will be considered official.
By order.
Zahir,
ReplyDeleteRiverside Roadies or Friends of River?
Falguni