Ambience
Like an erect manhood
the trees stood erect
facing the sky
Continuously following
and witnessing us
The lake was waiting for us in solitude solitude ...
The rocks were in dialogue with us
with you
in a languageless language
This lake's movement is neither mine nor yours
it is this lake's
Why can't we be lakes
Without movement
facing the sky
talking to the rocks
Note: A feel good poem that calls for living together with nature
Like an erect manhood
the trees stood erect
facing the sky
Continuously following
and witnessing us
The lake was waiting for us in solitude solitude ...
The rocks were in dialogue with us
with you
in a languageless language
This lake's movement is neither mine nor yours
it is this lake's
Why can't we be lakes
Without movement
facing the sky
talking to the rocks
Note: A feel good poem that calls for living together with nature
இது வெறும் இயற்கை சூழல் பற்றிய கவிதையாக எனக்கு படவில்லை. //எம்மை தொடரும் சாட்சியாய்// இந்த வரி தெரிவிக்கும் விஷயம் வேறு. மேலும் ஏரி தனிமையில் காத்திருக்கிறது யாருக்காக இங்கே ஏரி என்று தன்னை குறிப்பிடுகிறாரா கவிஞர்? ஏரியின் சலனம் ஏரியுடையது என்பதில் ஏதோ ஒரு நம்பிக்கையா, அவ நம்பிக்கையா?
ReplyDeleteவான் நோக்கி பாறையுடன் பேசிக் கொண்டு. யாரை நோக்கி பேச வேண்டுமோ அவர்களை நோக்கி பேச முடியவில்லை என்று சொல்கிறாரா அல்லது அப்படி வாழ்க்கை அமைதியை தருமென்று சொல்கிறாரா?
Dad's Version
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Trees that stood erect
looking at the sky
shall follow us
as witnesses.
For us, the lake was waiting in solitude solitude ...
The rocks were in dialogue with us
with you too
in a languageless language
This lake's movement is neither ours not yours
It is the movement of the lakes
Why should we not be lakes
With no movement, looking at the sky, talking with the rocks
The note by Brammarajan at the end of the poem is peculiar. I wonder what is Kalyanaraman's take on this?
ReplyDeleteI feel like this poem is a lot like Brammarajan. But I do all these strange influences oozing through the book.
I like this poem for how delicate it is...and how it pines for nothingness through shape and form in nature. I can imagine this moon-lit (stonned) night of the poets and their collective word play.