Thursday, October 12, 2006

Morning Raga...

[I remembered an Oriya poem titled as “Sri Radha” written by a distinguish Oriya Poet Ramakanta Rath. In the process of recalling the poem I lost the tract of it and went disarrayed. This poem is an outcome of that memory and feeling, a sense of incompleteness…]


Today’s morning is seemingly different from the others in the past
there is some strange brevity in the sun
as if; an exile lover has come to the city in disguise...

Like other days, today there is no disbelief in your eyes

In your face, there is an astounding innocence

A bereaving silence in Yamuna (1)

Birds are lazy to move out of the nest

All my friends are knowingly delaying to start their days

Cows are not in a hurry to move out

In everything, there is a peculiar tardiness

There is a commotion everywhere, because you are coming

Yet, all look calm to the naked eyes

and ears, cannot listen to the uproar

Today’s morning is seemingly different from the others in the past…

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(1) More than a river, it carries the legendary tradition of Radha and Krishna

18 comments:

Pat Paulk said...

I like the easiness of this. Life hasn't changed, but yet it has, if even for a day. How's the baby??

Anonymous said...

This is excellent!

polona said...

oh, this is lovely! well done!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Well said! (Please forgive my ignorance, but who are Radha and Krishna?)

Natalia L. Rudychev said...

Excellent write! I like how it flows.

Amalendu said...

Thank you Pat...The baby is doing fine and giving sleepless night to his mother and grand mother...
However, it is sad me not being there with them now...

Amalendu said...

Thank you Aurora... I was really not sure if any one will like this...

Amalendu said...

Thank you Polona for your kind words...

Amalendu said...

I am sorry Andrew for not explaining about Radha and Krishna. Somewhat, I took that for granted.

Well, In Indian (Hindu) Mythology Lord Krishan is an incarnation of Lord Vishnu (the Creator of Universe)and Radha is his beloved (not Wife). Krishna spent his childhood and youth near the river Yamuna which gave rise to the Immortal love legend of Radha and
Krishna. Krishna's Magical flute not only use to mesmerize Radha but also each and every soul surviving there..

I can go on. But I am sure if you search the web you will get millions of hits. A few links are as follows:
http://hinduism.about.com/library/weekly/aa021201d.htm
http://www.koausa.org/Gods/God2.html

Thank you Andrew...

Amalendu said...

Thank you Natalia...Your words encouraged me, I still have a feeling of incompleteness in this poem...

gautami tripathy said...

I had met Ramakant Rath long time back. I have a autographed copy of one of his books. I can't read Oriya. So my mother reads out to me.

Sorry for digressing..

This is good!

iamnasra said...

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gulnaz said...

this is beautiful!
time can really slow down when you focused on something or awaiting something. this was very good!

Amalendu said...

Gautami welcome...It is really nice to know that you know Ramakanta Rath. He is a great poet and I think, his 'Sri Radha' is available in English too.

Thank you and so nice of you for sharing this information....

Amalendu said...

@iamnasra, thank you. I will surely visit the site and share my views...

Amalendu said...

Gulnaz, really waiting always is so long...
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

Lori said...

Congrats on your new baby!

Amalendu said...

Thank you Lori and welcome...