Showing posts with label #haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #haiku. Show all posts

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Enduring Oak...

While visiting a friend's place, I came across a majestic tree in their yard. I have no knowledge of trees, so I asked them which tree it was. It looked royal. It stood apart with an imperial presence. My friends told me that it was oak tree. And then they asked me to look closer. I didn't comprehend what they were pointing at. So I returned a blank look. Then, the owner clarified. The oak tree was split in the middle but was joining slowly. Due to some disease, the middle of the tree had died. But the stalks and the branches around it had survived and they were progressively encircling the dead midsection. I was amazed at the sight. I said to myself, "Life is choking death here." The phrase stayed with me. It was a classic example of survival of the fittest. And it was in keeping with the symbolism attached to Oak trees. They are epitomes of endurance. They are exemplars of continuity. I came home and wrote these lines:

Reeds encircle tree
True to the spirit of Oak
Choking death with life...


This is the picture of the oak tree in my friend's yard. Look closely at the split in the middle.


I dwelt some more time on these deciduous trees. And I read about the oracle at Dodona. Oak was associated with prophecy in Greek mythology. The oracle at Dodona was consulted by many warriors like Achilles and Odysseus as a guide to their future course of action. Another very interesting thing I found out about oak was that it was ink made from oak gall-nut which was used to write major works in Western history like Magna Carta and Mozart's music. Here are the lines I wrote based on these two discoveries:


Rustling prophecy
Dodonian Oak whispers to
Valiant Heroes

Seekers, Wanderers
Hearken to bronze resonance
Forward Tread in Faith

Lost in history
Bicentennial oak
Survives as Legend

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Larvae-laden leaf -
Did a wasp write history?
It's an Oak-bred wor(l)d
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Linking it to Day 2 of Write Tribe Festival of Words #5


Thursday, December 10, 2015

Book Review - Lei : A Wreath for Your Soul by Somali Chakrabarti



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I am an ardent lover of good poetry. Whenever I am feeling low, poetry provides hope and strength to my soul. So, when Somali Charabarti, who blogs on Scribble and Scrawl came out with her book on poetry, I jumped with joy. I have known her through her writings and have found her to be deeply introspective and intelligent. I was eager to see how much more wisdom she had brought to this world. So, very keenly, I got hold her book. She was kind enough to tell me when it was available on Amazon and I promptly grabbed a copy of it. 



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As I started reading the book, which is a collection of poetry written in the format of Japanese haiku and tanka, I realized how astute an observer she is. While sticking to the technical style of writing the format demanded, she was able to bring in her own insight into topics related to Life, Nature, Illusion, and Inspiration. These are the four subjects under which her poems are classified. All four sections are related to each other. Without Nature, Life is impossible. With Life come Illusions, and to break away from them, Inspiration comes in handy. 


Nature


Nature contains snippets of insight which if comprehended, can make life worth living. The section, interestingly, begins with "waking up". The period of torpor is brushed aside as the bright sun bathes the nature with its radiance. The dullness is done away with and with the sunshine comes a promise of life. The light of the 'Moon' fights all shades of darkness. The immensity of Nature in the form of 'Everest' challenges the human spirit and makes us ask a question - Is the human spirit brave enough to defy the unrelenting enormity of Nature? In Nature, one also finds unpretentious modesty. The colors of nature in the 'Valley of Flowers' vie not with each other, rather co-exist adding to the harmony of a beautiful life. There is promise of love as the swans sail together and there is promise of birth and new life as the "pollinator" bee searches for nectar. With the alluring beauty of Nature also come its spoils. The blundering plunder by human greed is tersely conveyed in 'Tusker. The section ends with 'Fractals in Nature' which focuses on fractal patterns in Nature which convey its beauty in perhaps its most precise form.


Life


This section touches various aspects of life - love, friendship, luck, memories, devotion, hatred, ambition, history and death. It aptly begins with 'Lei' which as the writer in the beginning of the book notes is a sign of welcome in the Hawaain tradition. It is a garland to be worn as a symbol of affection. The intricacy of relationships, of love and trust, of belonging, of possessing and letting go are nicely dealt with the subsequent poems. Imagery from nature is used again to depict the force of emotions and memories on one's state of being. My personal favorite in this section is 'Thoughts'. In a few words, the writer compares the volatility of thoughts with that of an erupting volcano. They can be perilous and precarious, they can be heretical, divisive, rebellious. There state of being great or otherwise makes them both dreadful and endearing. Faith and prayers unite as the Divine Being is welcomed in 'Mahalaya' and experienced in 'Whirling Dervishes'. 


Illusion


The tanka 'Illusions of Life' with which this section ends sums it up all. The life that we live is a myriad of impressions received and lived at the tangible level. The way up is the way within. And the way within is the way not easily discovered, actually rarely discovered by anyone. We live at the physical level, like 'Flickering Shadows', putting on a show by wearing 'Masks'. 'Dormant Desires' explode, bringing us closer to our doom. The sham appearances that seem to enchant the senses in reality hide a "vast vacuum" inside them which we fail to perceive. 'Between the Rocks' highlights the precariousness of life. In attempting to balance it out, what if we fail? Can our consciousness be our savior when it itself  hangs delicately on a rocky bed of desires? The irony of a 'Sublime' view is well juxtaposed with the doomed fate of the enduring mortals.

Inspiration


To break away from the deceptive failures that illusory desires bring, Inspiration becomes vital. Once again, the writer draws comparisons from Nature. A 'Mountain Goat', a solitary tree, weather-beaten but unbroken rocks, birds and a lone flower blooming in frigid cold - they all seem to say one thing. Don't give up. Life brings forth challenges and a spirit that sustains against all odds is the spirit that wins. Inspiration comes not from physical strength but firmness of mind and toughness of spirit. Steadfastness of purposeful living brings order to an otherwise chaotic life. The spirit of the writer perhaps finds the best expression in the 'Bliss of Creation' wherein the creator and the created find unity and peace. The being of the creator finds solace as the boundaries between the real and the 'created' meet, overlap, mingle and become one.

Conclusion


The writer at the end of the book tells why she "must" write. It is not a vocation for her. It is something that adds value to her life. It is means of exploration as well as enlightenment. It is a tool that helps her connect, and it also helps her liberate her soul. A close reading of the poem clearly depicts the meaningfulness attached to writing and also exhibits the sensitivity that the writer brings to her works.

I have dwelt on the book in great detail simply because I felt I needed to do full justice to the beauty of this book. Again, poetry speaks to me in ways I cannot describe. I hope that those who take the time to read my review before and after reading the book will understand why I have spent so much time and words on this gem. 

I want to sincerely thank Somali Chakrabarti for sharing this book with me. I feel so enriched by her wisdom and I urge my friends and whoever reads this post, to pick up a copy and read. It is definitely worth it.

Monday, November 2, 2015

A Teacher for Life.....

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Lessons learnt by rod
The little child forgets - all
that remains is pain.....





A child is like a flower. Treat it with a gentle touch, caress the buds, nourish the soil and you find the flower blooming beautifully one day. But neglect it, abuse it, starve it and it is sure to die. So is the heart of the little child which beats and flutters delightfully at the slight sight of affection. But harsh words wither the heart away. Joy flees, innocence takes refuge in some remote world and all that remains is bitterness and pain.

I am reminded of the words of Alexander the Great who said, " I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well." Teacher is the lighthouse in the life of a child who is growing up. The light guides the exploring ship on rocky paths, warning just in time of dangers lurking ahead, and yet letting him go on on his journey. Imagine if the lighthouse blocked the way of the ship and stopped it from moving forward. What would happen then? The ship would be trapped and might drown. 

The role of the caregiver, parent or teacher becomes very crucial in upbringing the child. If the person in charge of taking care of the child is not equipped with the primary quality of kindness, then the future of that child is sure doomed. Without a loving heart and a tolerant mind, the teacher can never instill good qualities in the child, primarily because, the teacher himself is devoid of them. Good guidance includes sensitivity for the other mind. Good mentoring incorporates acceptance of faults and flaws, and their rectification without judgement. Where the mind starts judging, compassion flies away and what is left is bias.

So if you are a teacher, teach with love. Sit next to a child who can not hold the pencil properly. Rebuke him not, but gently hold his hand and let him write. Let him write that he is the best. If he finds it difficult to read, or does not understand the words on the page, feed his imagination. Let him dream, spark up a scene for him and fly away with him to his fantasy world where he will find words to express his feelings, and discover new joys. Let him find pride for himself. Let him feel worthy of what he is, of who he is. Judge not by the flaws. Judge not at all. Praise the goodness in him. For you might not be with him for long but your words will travel with him way longer than you might have imagined. 

Linking it to #Monday Musings on WriteTribe

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Waiting....

As I sat today wondering what to write, I came across these beautiful lines shared on Carpe Diem Special #178 Michael Dylan Welch's "first day of school"

first day of school—
I eat my buckwheat pancakes
in silence


© Michael Dylan Welch


The beauty and the simplicity with which deep emotions were expressed simply blew me away. That is what makes poetry so special. It touches that inner sanctum with so much affection that it melts you away completely.

Being a mother of two children, with one being a first grader, I have felt the silence that the poet mentions here. When we get used to our kids being around so much, there absence causes a turmoil that has no words. We feel happy that they are moving on, and yet, something becomes vacant in our hearts. Isn't it? I am sure many have felt that pang. 

First day of school is so special. With jittery kids, with even more jittery but not-showing-it parents, we anxiously wait for the bus. Kisses and hugs, goodbyes and tears, pats on the shoulder and so many thumbs-up, this and much more - yes, first days are special


First day of school - 
Eyes look at clock all day long -
Waiting for the bus...



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Written for Carpe Diem Special #178 First Day of School

Monday, October 12, 2015

GOD....


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Hearts divide
over Religion
Where is God?....

Over and above
all prejudices -
He resides....

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Written for Haiku Horizons prompt 'Over'


Sunday, October 11, 2015

It's October....!!!





A leaf - crimson and solitary falls near my feet as I stand in my balcony. There is slight chill in the air that makes me shiver a bit. The weather that was warm a few days back has changed and brought a cool breeze with a muddy scent as rains drench the earth. The changing color of leaves makes everything outside a breath-taking spectacle. The vibrant hues on the trees speak of the frost that will settle in the air soon. What is colorful today will turn bitter white and make us sit indoors and sip hearty soups and hot teas. Yes, it is that time of the year again when warm beds and snug blankets will tempt us to become lazy. It is October again.


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Trips to farms, baskets full of lush apples, juicy beets, luscious berries, hay-rides, race through the pumpkin patch to grab the best candidate for jack-o-lantern - October has all that here in US. Kids get ready to be at their spookiest best as they choose their favorite costume to wear on Halloween. Stores welcome us with an abundance of candies and chocolates. Witches are wanted, houses are haunted, bats are in, spiders crawl around, and skeletons play the host. A whiff of sweet aroma emanates from the kitchen corners, reminding us of pumpkin pies, and the warmth of the scent of cinnamon-pumpkin cakes makes us all sugary sweet. Yes, October has it all.

Is it a wonder that October has celebrations in India too? The festival of lights, Diwali and the slaying of the demon-king Ravana happens around October. Even Durga, the principal goddess in Hindu mythology, chose to destroy the demon Mahisasura during this time which is commemorated by her ardent followers during Durga Puja. It seems that October is the demon-defeating month too....!


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It was our nation's serendipity that a great luminary was born in October. Gandhi, the father of our nation, the Messiah of peace and non-violence, who sought to win one's right by non-violent persuasion left a legacy of pacifism that the whole world follows. It is surprising that as a school boy, Gandhi had a tough time. He is known to have done only moderately well in school. His report card had a note that he was "good in English, fair in Arithmetic, bad in geography; conduct very good, bad handwriting.."   Was it not the man's own serendipity that made him travel in that train in Pretoria where he tasted racial prejudice and was thrown out on account of his color? Perhaps. From a shy boy at home, to a leader of organized revolution abroad, Gandhi came a long way, and showed us the light at the end of the tunnel, when all that we could see was darkness.



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It sure is a great time of the year. A time of beginnings and endings, a time of celebrations, a time of togetherness, a preparation to bid farewell to another year - a time for some nostalgia and some new hopes.


Let's greet it
Prospect of joy - It's
October!



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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Also linking in to Blog-A-Rhythm Wordy Wednesdays Word Prompt Serendipity





Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Dutiful Daughter

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Red lanterns -
filial daughter
reunites....

This Haiku is based on the legend of Yuan Xiao, a maid who worked for the emperor during the Han dynasty. She was sad as she had never had a chance to meet her parents as she was busy performing her duties. A man heard her crying and decided to help her. He set up a prophecy booth and told everyone that a fairy was coming from heavens to set a fire. Everyone in the city came to see this. The girl Yuan pretended to be that fairy and told the emperor that the entire city would be set ablaze. The emperor asked the man how to avert this and the man suggested that everyone make beautiful red lanterns and decorate the city. All the people came to see the spectacle on that special day, including Yuan's parents, who was only too happy to be reunited.

Filial Piety is a very important part of Chinese culture. I wrote briefly on the topic a few months back. To read that post, click on the link below:
Linking this post to Carpe Diem Haiku Lantern Festival

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

It Infects...!!!

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I caught it
unexpected - it
was your smile!!!

Linking it to Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Technique #13 RIDDLE

Birth of Storm

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Rock for son
Zeus is born - curse
for Cronus

Birth of Storm
Powerless Rhea
Counterblows!!!


Legend has it that when Greek God Zeus was born, mother Rhea secretly sent him away from killer father Cronus, who had been eating his own kids after a prophecy told him that he would be overthrown by his own child. Rhea was defenseless before Cronus. When Zeus took birth, she gave Cronus a rock swaddled as a baby to deceive Cronus. I have narrated the story in the form of Haiku. Zeus is often associated with storm, thunder and lightning. He is a major sky deity in Greek mythology, apart from being the ruler of all other gods.

Do share your thoughts on the Haiku. 

Linking it with Haiku Horizons Prompt - STORM

Monday, September 28, 2015

Chalk Art

Have you ever walked on the sidewalks and noticed the colorful art little children make on them? Isn't that beautiful and reminiscent of our own childhood? Below I have written a haiku on that based on the Haiku Horizons haiku prompt - between


Sidewalk lies-
Between two houses-
Of chalk art

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Laughter after.......


Bubbles of joy
Sprinkles of water - laughter
after splash....

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Written for Haiku Horizons prompt - After