I’ve poured in verse
In black and white words
Oh dear, the colours of soul.
I’ve mixed my skies
With starlight and seas
O, watch the waves unroll!
I’ve packed in lines
My hills and vales
And studded our banks
With gardens in bloom
Where petals of heart unfold.
Welcome, my friend! I’ve opened my gates
Now dabble and smear as you can
The fountain shall soothe
And sprinkle on all
Oh dear, the colours of soul.
19 comments:
From 2008 to 2011,the spirit of your poems have changed,for good.From dark solid grounds to blooming gardens--the sad lad's journey towards joy.You have always had melody,which is great.This piece is a reader's joy (and writer's too,eh?) Congrats!
Agreed. I guess I have learnt to look beyond adolescent wallowing in the mire of self-pity. It's more important to appreciate the beauty of life as long as they last, even if it reveals itself for a few seconds or minutes.
For you, and all my readers...Happy Holi. I hope you enjoyed the festival of colours.
Look who's talking?!?! My my! Welcome welcome! I dont believe this is the same guy I have been dabbling with my counterviews on the Jackal poem only some months back and you were fighting for your sorrows. Haha! I win! Hurray! :) And Happy Holi to you! ;)
That was then. This is now. may be something else tomorrow...and after all, the emotions of the poems, aren't mine. How can any one explain where the personal merges into the impersonal? We can simply imaginatively probe the depths without exact measurements. Hopefully I can do that...
What????You write without your own emotions?Your own soul?Simply trying to capture the 'Idea' already there?You dont 'create'?No wonder Plato didnt think much of poets!What were you trying to do?Mimesis of the third degree?O Satanic Shame!!!I bet you were the one Plato had met and Coleridge could die of.May the Lord save you now from the ghosts of Poesy! (And exactly whose Muse were you singing to?Are you sure you wont get sued?I'm not.)
Misdirected excitement. I am simply stating that the emotions of the poems arent entirely mine. all poems stem from personal experiences.but once they are translated into words they acquire a life of their own and become art emotions which are different from personal emotions that any poet feels.In other words one shouldnt search the autobiography of the poet in his poetry. Read Eliot...may be he can clarify things better.
Not very postmodern.U buy the idea that poets are nothing more than vessels where the poem is cooked according to the universal recipe.Poets are just chefs who merely cook with their own little garnishing.So much for talent and creativity.Precisely why Plato called poets imitators.I suppose Tristram Shandy would be an exception to Eliot's observations and there are works that dont really follow 'traditions' always.What about Picasso?Salvador Dali?A piece is born of an artist's personal emotions (thats why people use psychoanalysis to read texts, worry about anxiety of influence, people care about the artists life and philosophy)- rest depends on how the audience connects.But ofcourse Camus gets your point.Man is absurd when he is a writer or an actor.He lives many lives through his art,lives of his characters.He dons the mask,the mask dons him.I totally get your point though.Nothing exists but the text,eh?The author's death,then.The poems become mere products now.Lose their aura.
I don't agree with all that Eliot says.and I don't think there is a universal recipe.but language is for all.we use it in our own way.but most of our words are available to others as well.that's why so many people draw so many different meanings out of one text. and therein lies the aura. i write something - you read it - you feel elated (hopefully!)and there it is...for those ephemeral moments, while the magic lasts, the poem becomes much more than a string of words.they live, speak, dance and scream from rooftops...but how they do that is not entirely up to the author. haven't you read my poems, at times, with meanings other than my own? but can I claim that your 'misreading' diminishes or enriches my text? does it have a pre-existing value? It has a personal creative significance for me. sure. but it's artistic and aesthetic significance lies with you and such other readers. my poems, if they do at all speak, speak to you (or any one else for that matter) because you (or any other reader) reads them by mixing the colours of your soul. Modern, postmodern...call it what you will. once again, the choice is with the reader...
Finally we land up at the same endpoint.Thats great!But I really hope I didn't offend you much by my counter-shots.I didn't mean offense.Sorry if it irritated you.But I kinda enjoyed it. And yes,you were right there,I do tend to misread a lot of things.Thats my tragedy in life--I always misread things that matter and get into trouble :P I apologise for all the misreadings I have done to your creations.But even in the misread form,they seemed nice.So would you take a chance on that?
of course I would! And I wasnt offended at all.literary debates are always fun.here's hoping you'll continue your appreciative 'misreadings' for may more days to come.let's take a chance on that, tonight...
colors of soul are beautiful.
Thanks for linking.
This is a lovely piece! :-)
There is a very endearing spirit of connectivity behind these words, which says much of the author.
Thank you for sharing.
I think there are a few colours of soul on my blog today...LOL ♥
thank you for "studding our banks
with gardens in bloom," Abin. i am grateful for you and your words. best wishes to you!
from black and white to colours of soul - what a contrast... lovely images
Very nice. I loved the line: I’ve mixed my skies With starlight and seas O, watch the waves unroll!"
A great visual, supporting your title/theme well.
An enjoyable read.
This is absolutely beautiful, Abin. "the colours of soul".......what a beautiful idea. I love how you speak to the reader and invite us in. A lovely poem.
I agree with Sherry. Your invitation to share "colours of soul" with the reader is wonderful. I accept your invitation, happily.
Kay, Alberta, Canada
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