World Poetry Month: Day Twenty Seven

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World Poetry Month: Day Twenty Seven

Today’s poetry is тАШSummer In CalcuttaтАЩ 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.

World Poetry Month: Day Twenty Seven
World Poetry Month: Day Twenty Seven

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 тАЬApril is the cruelest month.тАЭ

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.

тАШSummer In CalcuttaтАЩ by Kamala Das тЦ╢я╕П

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 brideтАЩs
nervous smile, and meet
my lips. Dear, forgive
this momentтАЩs 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

рднреНрд░рдо рдХрд╛ рд╣реА рдлреИрд▓рд╛ рдЬрд╛рд▓

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  1. #RNTalks
    #RNTPoetrychallenge
    #RNTnapowrimo
    #day27

    рдЪрд╛рд░реЛрдВ рддрд░рдл рд╣реИ рд╢реЛрд░ – рд╢рд░рд╛рдмрд╛
    рдЭреВрдареЗ рднреНрд░рдо рдХрд╛ рдорд╛рдпрд╛ рд╣реИ рдлреИрд▓рд╛
    рдЖрдЧреЗ рдмрдврд╝рдиреЗ рдХреА рд╣реЛрдбрд╝ ,рдкрд╛рдЧрд▓ рдХрд┐рдП рд╣реИ рд╕рдмрдХреЛ
    рдПрдХ рджреБрд╕рд░реЗ рдХреЛ рд░реМрдВрджрддреЗ рд╣реБрдП рд▓рдореНрдмреА рд░реЗрд╕ рдореЗрдВ рд▓рдЧреЗ рд╣реИ
    рднрд╛рд╡рдирд╛рдПрдВ рдорд░ рдЧрдИ рд╣реИрдВ рд╕рдмрдХреА
    рдмрд╕ рдирд┐рдЬреА рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рд░реНрде рдореЗрдВ рд╕рдм рд▓рдЧреЗ рд╣реИрдВ
    рджреНрд░рд╡реНрдп рдХреА рдЪрд╛рд╣рдд рд╕рдмрдХреЛ рд╣реИ , рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди
    рдЗрдиреНрд╕рд╛рдирд┐рдпрдд рдирдЬрд░рдЕрдиреНрджрд╛рдЬ рдХрд┐рдП рд╣реИрдВ рд╕рдм
    рдкреИрд╕реЗ рд╕реЗ рд╕рдмрдХреЛ рдЦрд░реАрджрд╛ рдЬрд╛ рд╕рдХрддрд╛ рд╣реИ
    рдЗрд╕ рднреНрд░рдо рдХрд╛ рд╣реИ рдлреИрд▓рд╛ рдЬрд╛рд▓
    рддрднреА рд╕рдВрд╕реНрдХрд╛рд░реЛрдВ рдХреЛ рджреЗ рддрд┐рд▓рд╛рдВрдЬрд▓реА
    рдкреИрд╕реЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдЪрдордХ рдореЗрдВ рдЦреЛрдП рдЧрдП рд╣реИрдВ редред

  2. #rntalks
    #RNTpoetrychallenge
    #RNYnipowrimo
    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.

  3. рднреНрд░рдо рдХрд╛ рд╣реА реЮреИрд▓рд╛ рдЬрд╛рд▓

    рднреНрд░рдо рдХрд╛ рд╣реА рдХреИрд╕рд╛ реЮреИрд▓рд╛ рдЬрд╛рд▓
    рдЪрд╣реБрдБ рдФрд░ рджреЗрдЦ – рджреЗрдЦ рдХрд░,
    рдорди рдореЗрдВ рд╣реЛ рд░рд╣рд╛ рдмрд╣реБрдд рдорд▓рд╛рд▓
    рдЦрд╛рджреНрдп рд╡рд╕реНрддреБрдУрдВ рдХреЗ рдЦрд╛рдиреЗ рд╕реЗ,
    рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рд╕реНрдереНрдп рдХрд╛ рдмреБрд░рд╛ рд╣реЛ рд░рд╣рд╛ рд╣рд╛рд▓ l
    рднреНрд░рдо рдпрд╣реА рд╣реИ рдорд┐рд▓рд╛рд╡рдЯ рдХреЗ рдХрд╛рд░рдг
    рдХрд╣реАрдВ рд╣рдо рд▓реЗ рдирд╛ рд▓реЗрдВ рдЪрд┐рдХрд┐рддреНрд╕рд╛рд▓рдп рдХреА рд░рд╛рд╣ l
    рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдЦрд╛рдПрдВ рдФрд░ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдЫреЛреЬреЗ рд╣рдо
    рдпреЗ рд╣реА рд╕реЛрдЪрддреЗ рд░рд╣рддреЗ рд╣рд░ рджрдо l
    рдХреБрджрд░рдд рдХреЗ рдХреНрд░рдо рдореЗрдВ рднреА рджреЗрдЦреЛ,
    рдХрд┐рддрдирд╛ рдЖрдпрд╛ рд╣реИ рдмрджрд▓рд╛рд╡ l
    рдореМрд╕рдо рдХрд╛ рднреА рдпрд╣реА рд╣реИ рд╕рдВрд╢рдп,
    рдЧрд░реНрдореА рдореЗрдВ рдардВрдбрдХ рдФрд░ рдмрд░рд╕рд╛рдд l
    рднреНрд░рдо рдХрд╛ рдХрд┐рддрдирд╛ рдлреИрд▓рд╛ рд╣реИ рдЬрд╛рд▓ l
    рд░рд┐рд╢реНрддреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рднреА рдЕрдм рджрд┐рдЦрддрд╛ рд╣реИ,
    рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдФрд░ рд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡рд╛рд╕ рдХрд╛ рдЕрднрд╛рд╡ l
    рдЖрдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реЗ рдХрд▓ рдореЗрдВ рдмреБрдЬреБрд░реНрдЧреЛрдВ рдХреА
    рдХреМрди рдХрд░реЗрдЧрд╛ рджреЗрдЦрднрд╛рд▓ l
    рдЪрд╛рд░реЛрдВ рддрд░рдл рд▓рдЧрддрд╛ рд╣реИ,
    рднреНрд░рдо рдХрд╛ рд╣реА реЮреИрд▓рд╛ рдЬрд╛рд▓ l
    рднрд░реНрдорд┐рдд рд╣реЛ рд░рд╣реЗ рд░рд╣реЗ рд╕рдм рдЬрди рджреЗрдЦреЛ
    рдХреЛрдИ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдирд┐рдХрд▓рддрд╛ рдЙрдкрд╛рдп l

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