Thursday, February 2, 2006

Disillusionment at Three in Noon

Vasant Panchami: onset of spring and the season of marriages begins.
Season of love poetry.
Poetry is essentially an expression of grief.
If it does not come as a leaf on the tree, it better not come at all. But if it can come as an idle tear to the music of heart breaking, then nothing better.
When I read what Camus had written about love in his Sisyphus, I could not understand it . He had written that love heightens the sense of the Absurdity. Today it is clear to me. Tears increase clarity of eyes. You see things properly. Good vision after all is mandatory for good poetry.
Realization. Poetry is a form of realization. And realization is a product of disillusionment. Moksha. Moksha is the ultimate realization. When you realize that nothing really belongs to you it is then you are extinguished like a candle in the wind. You become silent like a cracked bell abandoned in some deserted temple. Nibbana.
This silence is the ultimate poem.

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