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World Poetry Month: Day Twenty Seven
Today’s poetry is ‘Summer In Calcutta’ a poem by Kamala Das. As a recapitulation of the past, the poem is nothing more than an experience removed from reality.
Due to the conditions of delirium, it conveys only a vague sense of oneness and fragmentation caused by a state of mind under duress of pain half-forgotten.
Throughout the poem, there is an image of a continuous flow. A chain of images begins with the sun as the orange, the heat of the sun as a liquid, the liquid as liquor, and the liquor turning poisonous in the end, leaving us with goosebumps that inevitably follow a realization of deep sadness and pain.
A comparison is made between the sun and an orange. It brings to mind both the mythical incident of Hanumana attempting to eat the sun, thinking it was a fruit, and also the line “April is the cruelest month.”
Using bubbles as a metaphor for a new bride’s nervous smile is both naive and sexually charged at the same time.
A large part of Kamala’s repertoire is sex, which is often invoked both intentionally and unintentionally.
Therefore, Kamala Das surprises us with her erratic and erotic linguistic turns, her unconventional images, and her frank acceptance of life’s bitter truths.
This poem, which appears to be a descriptive one, is in fact a reminiscence of guilt.
‘Summer In Calcutta’ by Kamala Das ▶️
What is this drink but
The April sun, squeezed
Like an orange in
My glass? I sip the
Fire, I drink and drink
Again, I am drunk
Yes, but on the gold
of suns, What noble
venom now flows through
my veins and fills my
mind with unhurried
laughter? My worries
doze. Wee bubbles ring
my glass, like a bride’s
nervous smile, and meet
my lips. Dear, forgive
this moment’s lull in
wanting you, the blur
in memory. How
brief the term of my
devotion, how brief
your reign when I with
glass in hand, drink, drink,
and drink again this
Juice of April suns.
Prompts
the web of illusion spreads
भ्रम का ही फैला जाल
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चारों तरफ है शोर – शराबा
झूठे भ्रम का माया है फैला
आगे बढ़ने की होड़ ,पागल किए है सबको
एक दुसरे को रौंदते हुए लम्बी रेस में लगे है
भावनाएं मर गई हैं सबकी
बस निजी स्वार्थ में सब लगे हैं
द्रव्य की चाहत सबको है , लेकिन
इन्सानियत नजरअन्दाज किए हैं सब
पैसे से सबको खरीदा जा सकता है
इस भ्रम का है फैला जाल
तभी संस्कारों को दे तिलांजली
पैसों के चमक में खोए गए हैं ।।
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Daud
Zindagi ka falsafa
Khud ko pana tha..
Bas is bhram mein jeete gaye
Ki dusron ko haraana tha.
Chale jis bi aur
Shor hi shor tha…
Khamoshi ki koi Ehmiat nahi
Bas yahi jaana tha.
Unchaaion par nazar rahi
Perr rakhne ka na koi
Thikana tha…
Bas yahi bhram rahaa
Aasmaa humien pana tha.
Kudrat mujhse chalti hai
Ye bhram mujhe felaana tha..
Sab jeev yahaan mujhse hein
Iss baat ko mene maana tha.
Ik andhi daud ke ghore hum
Insaan khud ko kehlaate hein..
Duniya ke maalik hein hum
Iss bhram mein jeete jaate hein.
Ab waqt sambhalne ka hai ye
Kudrat humse bol rahi…
Bahar niklo ahankaar ke bhram se
Hawaa bi dushit dol rahi..
Apni chahaton mein khoke
Sab kuch humne barbaad kiya…
Insaan hone ki hodh mein
Insaaniyat ko peeche chor diya..
Kudrat hi sachaayi hai
Hum sab bhram ka hissa hein..
Apne ander jhaank oh insaa
Bahar to jhoota kisaa hai.
भ्रम का ही फ़ैला जाल
भ्रम का ही कैसा फ़ैला जाल
चहुँ और देख – देख कर,
मन में हो रहा बहुत मलाल
खाद्य वस्तुओं के खाने से,
स्वास्थ्य का बुरा हो रहा हाल l
भ्रम यही है मिलावट के कारण
कहीं हम ले ना लें चिकित्सालय की राह l
क्या खाएं और क्या छोड़े हम
ये ही सोचते रहते हर दम l
कुदरत के क्रम में भी देखो,
कितना आया है बदलाव l
मौसम का भी यही है संशय,
गर्मी में ठंडक और बरसात l
भ्रम का कितना फैला है जाल l
रिश्तों में भी अब दिखता है,
प्यार और विश्वास का अभाव l
आने वाले कल में बुजुर्गों की
कौन करेगा देखभाल l
चारों तरफ लगता है,
भ्रम का ही फ़ैला जाल l
भर्मित हो रहे रहे सब जन देखो
कोई नहीं निकलता उपाय l