Our universe is an intensely vast entity and it may be hard to find anywhere else, our kind of life.
We may be the carriers of a unique kind of consciousness but which we are reluctant to explore
fully. The field of our consciousness can be as vast as the universe.
Beside our personal & collective consciousness there may be other kinds of consciousnesses
and which we are reluctant to admit We always act from a very narrow egotistical point
of view. Poetry is a way of looking from a broader viewpoint thus gaining access to wider
realities of world and existence. It seems a sheer waste of life as to always live within narrow
confines of purely rational life.
A poet worth his salt should be able to break the barriers of programmed living and of trivial
indulgences of our daily lives.
Poetry is not a dead entity of rhymed lines or blank versifications, of an exhausted mind bleeding
under blows of cruel fate but is a defiant and energetic activity of human soul.
The greatness of human mind consist not simply in amassing wealth or fame but in discovering
new worlds, in keeping with artistic dignity of human spirit and this greatness is not of space and
time but of creative spirit and this vision gives significance to our fleeting mortal lives.
One category of metaphysics defines the absolute reality as ‘emptiness’ or ‘ nothingness’ but we
should not take it as being a vacuum for nihility but something beyond ‘thingness’. We put a
frame around everything and call it thingness. It just defines the boundaries of our understanding.
This ‘shunyata’ is like the virgin sands on a sea shore after the tide have washed away all the
scattered litter and sand castles. These sand castles may be defined as ‘Maya’
or illusion in popular sense but in deeper sense this very maya is the creative reality. The creation
of world around us, which is to a large extent, is our own creation, a collective consciousness.
It becomes an illusion only when we hold on to past forms, the traditions, the hero worship of our
idols or our efforts to keep the status quo, as inherited in our traditional attitudes. But
this individual creative aspect of our conscience can become a poetical anomaly resulting in new
awakening and liberation from mundane realities of our own making.
Sahib mera nit navan
Sada sada daata
My God is new everyday
He is the giver (of newness)
So God or reality is new everyday and we must keep pace with this newness. It is no use running away
from daily flux and seek refuge in old forms or past experiences. One should be a creative warrior
and fights the battles of life by producing works that resonate with our inner spirit. In our life there are
certain premises where neither contemplation nor physical action can give full satisfaction but our heart
cries for such creative vision.
With daggers drawn and swords clashed of steel
With dauntless courage and linked suffering for feel
The merciful warrior forwarded amid fight and pity
For both his friends and foes
Now drenched in bloods of futility.
Frets and fears of egoism now laid aside
His only concern now became
To fight for the liberty of his mind
Not for diversions or for abandoned castled dearth
Not for the prized glory in the eyes of the world.
Driven to edge for his hatred of tyranny
He showered his message of dignity for all sundry
His hand extended for support without caste or creeds
Amid sanctity of sufferings and all hallowed deeds.
Scribing Bachittar Natak his dramatic verse
Wondrous play of nature amid works of divine
Worlds of action or of contemplation
Beyond the little thine or mine
In jungles of Trai & Machiwara his tortures confined.
Here where men hate and taste blood in consummation
Indifference in ignorance of vultured eliminations
Great loss of innocents of his sons he endured
Among bitter smites but his poise he secured
The Sant Sipahi then reluctantly took to his sword
To defend dignity of Hind against marauding hordes.
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