Just wanna say Thanks Tuesday, Mar 24 2009 

Guys, today I saw, after a long while, my readership on wordpress.com. It has risen like never before. πŸ™‚ Thanks to all you guys. Keep reading and I will keep posting. πŸ™‚

These days I am a bit tied up with some work. And yes, of course, my studies. 😦
Though I to read almost anything. The mere fact that I will have to sit and write (during my examinations) is putting my nerves off balance. 😦 I am an absolute lazy baby and I hate appearing for examinations. But, I will have to. 😦

To cut the long story short, I won’t be able to post more often. 😦 keep your love for my posts intact, till I come back as a regular blogger. πŸ™‚


Passion for poetry…. Sunday, Mar 8 2009 

Guys, last night I read “Gitanjali”, a collection of Rabindranath Tagore’s poems. Unfortunately, I read the translated version 😦 Although what I read was a cut to cut translation, (hence it was in prose), it was an amazing experience. πŸ™‚Β  This edition had a preface by W.B.Yeats written in 1912. Yeats was amazed at the immense talent, creativity and humility with which each and every word, every alphabet was woven into these poems. Yeats mentions that he always wondered why Tagore is held with so much reverie in his country. When he read his works (of course, translated), he was completely under a spell. Same was my case. Gitanjali transports you to another world, in the true sense of the term. It is a union of your soul with the metaphysical realm, without leaving aside your physical realm. It is about love, loving His beings, his things in whatever form you find them. Tagore pens of each and everyone, each and every thing with so much grace that you fall in love with everything… the skies, the stars, the grass and even the weeds. πŸ™‚

Oh poor me! I again drift away from what I actually wanted to write. I have a friend of mine who is a known Marathi poet. When I had told him of having bought this book for myself (I bought Gitanjali one year ago and read it yesterday 😦 BAd Gurl, I know you must be saying this). He had, then, said, “Tagore is such a noble spirit and his poetry is of so much height that one must read him only in his original texts so as to understand a bit of him.” Being an eternal lazy bee, I just said, “Who’s going to learn Bengali for that? English is something I can understand at sight… so I am content with what I have (the translated version).” Yesterday, after reading some of his poems from Gitanjali, I realized I was wrong. What my friend said was right. If Tagore can keep you spell bound, elated with his translated works, how explosive will be the energy of his original works? How much calm will his pen provide when read in his native tongue? I must say, I am envious of everyone who knows to read, write and speak Bengali. Can someone teach me the language? I want to read the text in the original form? I do not want someone else to interpret the original for me? I do not want the food. I want to learn how to hunt. πŸ™‚

I have known, till date, several people who’ve read loads of books (my collection is close to negligible). At times, I used to wonder how come they have the patience to read so much? I have felt this urge many a times.But never have I put it into practice. After reading Tagore (although in the translated version), I have understood what this thirst really is. Poetry has the capability to move a person from the remotest part of his soul. This is where passion develops and this when you become a good reader… knowing many things, yet oblivious to many.Β  πŸ™‚

Excited… Thursday, Mar 5 2009 

These days, I am truly excited about my readership.Β  Day by day, my readership is increasing! πŸ™‚Β  Hence, one of the foremost tasks of the day is to log in to wordpress and check out the status of readership. Thanks to all you guys who are reading my posts, everyday, statistics show a rise in the number of times, my posts are being read… though they are less in number. I also thank wordpress for offering me this platform to express myself. Although people aren’t openly commenting on my posts, many of them have personally told me how much they’ve liked the write ups… how true each word is… how they’ve experienced the same feelings and were unable to write… I think, this has served my purpose. My intent in writing these posts is to make people read what they feel, rather than being confused with their own feelings. And feelings not only of love or sorrow (the most celebrated ones in all poetry and prose), but also of the common feelings they have… like when they are stuck up in a lift to when they have problems breathing when hit with a severe cold (these posts are in the making… so guys wait and watch ;)). To cut the long story short, it’s all about cognitive clarity. Many people possess these cognitive clarity but they are unable to word their thoughts. I am fortunate enough to possess this bliss.

Finally, I must thank all the posts which were written by me… someone elseΒ  (I don’t know who) told me to write them and so they are here. They have given me love from the readers, taught me how to maintain relationships with them, allowed me to showcase my talent as a poetess, have cleansed my soul and filled me with positive energy.

You know guys, this is the best thing about writing/blogging… in the process, you discover yourself… what else can one want from one’s hobby???

A poetess speaks… Monday, Feb 16 2009 

Make me not your Muse

Make me not your Muse,
Who stands like a portrait in your poems,
Lifeless and public.
Make me the energy of your poem.
Let me flow through your thoughts.
Let me be omnipresent in your works,
Something that can’t be seen,
But is there.
Let me breathe through your creativity,
Something that is continous;
A constant process which when stops
Takes life out of a thing.
Dont make me your pen;
Let me be the ink that writes,
The one that leaves a footprint,
That fills in an urge to be traced.

Immortalize this tiny sprite
As a bliss for
Loving you honestly…

——— Mrudgandhaa