Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Poetic Thoughts of a Passionate Poet-lll








Romance poetry

Romance is a reckless adventure of emotion that flies in the face of practical reality and sound rationality.

-karmayogi

The first rain drop! The fresh splash! Poetry burbles. Droplets of words create ripples, all over. Smashing you hard as never did one. The smile on the lips of a flutist. The florist too has a spread. A look at a well arranged bouquet romance springs. Preserved black and white memories, sweeps you off. The fragrance of bamboo shoots. Bijou sprinkled. In the silent gaze at your beloved and love, the unwelcome, uncanny romance battens.

What am I talking about!

Well, I talk of poetry garnished today, but with a different ingredient- Romance.

Falling in love, staying in love, stumbling in love, lost in love: desire, pain, hope, happiness a whole bunch of varied flowers spring in your little nursery. Words penned and verses germinate: a poet in you teehee. Serious looks, thoughtful eyes, frequent sighs: tag you as a poet.

“The one thing we never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough is love.”- Henry Miller

Romance and poetry have an age old affair. Brought to us in the second half of the eighteenth century, Romanticism emphasized on aesthetic presentation of emotion, it swayed its way through the pages of literary history. Surviving till date with more gusto perhaps even Wordsworth hadn’t dreamt of. Nature poetry was the first face of romance poetry that Wordsworth served to the world through his Lyrical Ballads.

Love for the moors, love for divinity, love for music, poetry and human kind. Love for everything and nothing. Romance accompanies you. A subject so simple yet so difficult to compartmentalize with a set definition, has not failed yet to be a theme for starters even at this age. Since ages the subject has kept us focused. It bears us all. We need it the most when backslided in love!

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies not plenty;

Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

- William Shakespeare

Passion and emotion we live with. Often a conflict stirs up our soul. Romance breeds even in that state. Animosity-humanity, love-hatred, war- peace…poetry toddled softly, gently. We just love to float along the line of romance.

After months,
I slid my flute out of its cover,
and with it, slid out
some rummy notes…
unfinished and happy;
For what is to be gained from
untimely fulfilment?
Each hole a reminder of a blessing
Each one a love note…

-Vinod (from Bamboo Blessings;p4poetry)

With love on its side and romance airing, divinity too flows across. There is divinity, sanctity, sublimity. Overflowing. The air sententious. You need no hero to cry aloud, neither a lady love to spurn. Rhyming lines makes one Tagore or Wordsworth. The singer sings. The throat fills in melody. The high tide that moved my hair, made my walk along Porbandar shore, so ethereal. Romancing with the sea, the sky, the shore, the floating silence- my pulsating heart could only sing aloud:

For God sake hold your tongue, and let me love…-John Donne.

Leave me alone and let me waggle wiggle with the wind, the clouds have just dropped down host of stars. The swing made. The dark star-adorned night, the suggestive sea, the au naturel mind, all in kinship. Poetry walks affront.

Your kiss, your gaze or your breath
What do I cherish more?
Your breath that I breathed
Suffusing me to the core
Sanctifying me…..

-Renu Rakheja(from- What do I cherish more;p4poetry)

The kiss of the dews left me so wanting. Walking back to my hired shelter, verses galloped as zebras. Closer home, Gulzar for that matter leaves for us so many lines to hum, when we are all by our side. Not necessarily shedding a tear or two!

Sometimes all the pain collected in the jar of our heart lets us scream out with joy. Ecstatic, some call it; others consider it a stroke of faith. Take it anyways, sip it and you have memories to romance. Poetry never waves good bye.

I have nothing to disturb me,

except the peace that your thought gives me


-Preeti Datar( from-SMS poetry, p4poetry)


But, the writer is compelled to bid adieu, at least for now.

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5 comments:

Preeti Datar said...

Purabi,

I won't tell you again that I'm in awe of every word you write, any-which-way you structure it! (i just did!)

A lot of work has gone into this blog post. I can see that from the wide theme "romance" that you have based it on, and going by the references to famous poets, famous quotes and closer home p4p poets!

I like to travel, and what better than to travel through your words in romance, the ingredient that for me, makes life bearable!

I want more.
Preeti

rajdeep bhattacharya said...

u rise wid evry blog, and its quite natural, i have no wrds to explain wht is goin on inside my skull, tornedo, wht a marvelous rite
, yes i do want moreeeeeeeeeee

Parminder said...

Purabi,
You are marvelous . You weave your words so well around your topic, one has no choice but to go on and on... No words to express how enchanting your write on romance is.
Carry on....

Renu said...

Purabi- thanks for sharing such a fine piece of work.

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful blend of prose and poetry and what made it all the more appealing were the excerpts from our own P4Poetry poets in the same level with John Donne and the likes.

Marvelous work and each and every word chosen with much deliberation, feelings and passion. Lovely and thanks for sharing this...

krishna...