THE REBEL POET-KAZI NAZRUL ISLAM

It is difficult to describe the multifaceted personality of Kazi Nazrul Islam in one word - poet, playwright and actor, composer,lyricist writing songs and poems for plays and musicals steeped in folklore and ancient history of the land. He was the eternal wanderer who enlisted into the Indian Army for his youthful love of 

the unknown. He was well versed into Sanskrit and Bengali literature. He also acquired the knowledge of Persian and was influenced by Tagore, Rumi,Hafiz and Omar Khayyam.He vehemently attacked the British  rule through his writings and was charged with sedition.He was humanist and secular to the core and named his children with Hindu names like Krishna Mohammed and Arindam Khalid...

He was equally revered by India and Bangladesh and was awarded Padma Bhushan by India and 'ekushey Padak' by Bangladesh..

BIDROHI !!!

I am the unutterable grief,
I am the trembling first touch of the virgin,
I am the throbbing tenderness of her first stolen kiss.
I am the fleeting glance of the veiled beloved,
I am her constant surreptitious gaze...
...
I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth,
I am the wild fire of the woods,
I am Hell's mad terrific sea of wrath!
I ride on the wings of lightning with joy and profundity,
I scatter misery and fear all around,
I bring earth-quakes on this world! ” 

I am the rebel eternal, 
I raise my head beyond this world,
High, ever erect and alone! “

(excerpts from his Poem Bidrohi...translated by Kabir Chaudhary)

                                                     

DIDN'T I TELL YOU!

I am the spring of life
even if you leave me in anger
for thousand of years
you will come back to me
for I am your goal and your end!!!


didn't I tell you not to be seduced
by this colourful world!!!


---daman
25/07/2012

DEEPAK CHOPRA - MY BURNING HEART

MY HEART IS BURNING
WITH LOVE
ALL CAN SEE
THIS FLAME!!!

by RUMI

---daman
23/07/2012

PABLO NERUDA- IF YOU FORGET ME

Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904 – September 23, 1973) was the pen name of poet, diplomat and politician Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto. He chose his pen name after Czech poet Jan Neruda. In 1971 Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Neruda became known as a poet while still a teenager. He wrote in a variety of styles including surrealist poems, historical epics, overtly political manifestos, a prose autobiography, and erotically-charged love poems such as the ones in his 1924 collection Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.

" Neruda always wrote in green ink as it was his personal colour of hope.

During his lifetime, Neruda held many diplomatic positions and served a stint as a senator for the Chilean Communist Party. In 1948 a warrant was issued for his arrest for sympathizing with socialist cause.

Neruda hid for several months in a basement in a Chilean port and later escaped into Argentina with the help of friends.  He was a close friend to socialist President Salvador Allende. When Neruda returned to Chile after his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, Allende invited him to read at the Estadio Nacional(National Stadium) before 70,000 people.

However, Neruda was hospitalised with cancer at the time of the Chilean coup d'état led by Augusto Pinochet. Three days after being hospitalised, Neruda died of heart failure on September 23,1973.

 Already a legend in his lifetime, Neruda's death reverberated around the world. The government of Pinochet denied permission to transform Neruda's funeral into a public event. However, thousands of grieving Chileans disobeyed the curfew and crowded the streets.

                I want you to know one thing

                you know how this is 

                if I look at the crystal moon

                at the red branch of the slow autumn

                at my window

                if I touch near the fire

                the impalpable ash,

                or the wrinkled body of the log,

                everything carries me to you,

                as if everything that exists,

                aromas,

                light,

                metals,

                were little boats that sail

                towards those isles of yours

                that wait for me.

                Well, now

                if little by little you stop loving me,

                I shall stop loving you,

                little by little

                if suddenly you forget me,

                Do not look for me.

                For I shall have already forgotten you.

                if you think it long and mad,

                the wind of banners 

                that passes through my life,

                and you decide to leave me

                at the shore of the heart

                where I have roots,

                Remember,

                that on that day,               

                at that hour

                I shall lift my arms

                and my roots will set off

                to seek another land.

                But

                if each day

                each hour

                you feel you are destined for me

                with implacable sweetness

                if each day a flower,

                climbs up to your lips to seek me,

                Ah! my love,

                Ah! my own,

                in me all that fire is repeated,

                in me nothing is extinguished

                or forgotten,

                my love feeds on your love,

                beloved,

                and as long as you live

                it will be in your arms,                                                                            

                without leaving mine....... 

                (recited by Madonna)

---daman

16/07/2012 

                

HAMNE KAATE HAIN