Monday, March 02, 2009

My Favourite Poet!

The wonderful world of poems has always eluded me, I have always been one of those unlucky one's who have never quite fully understood the beauty of the poetic verses, although it is quite a break from tradition as all of us in our family are pretty much attached to poetry. I have read a few of Tagore's poems but they strangely did not reach my heart (except a chosen few), I know this confession may make me eligible for a very violent and long drawn sneer from the entire Bengali community (whether or not they have actually read any of the great author's works!), but strangely they will not defer when they smugly make a completely misplaced theory that Tagore had this illicit relation with his sister-in-law, these comment s are made by the same ill informed and intellectually deformed Bengalis who possesses a number strong and strange albeit wrong beliefs regarding some topics.

To these people causing an uproar against people who does not find Tagore's poems to be the most appealing is as natural as making slurs about his personal life!

However, moving forward, I found the poems of Jibananada Das to be much more gripping as he creates distinctly different worlds through his poems, where it is never clear about the exact meaning, but the mysterious story that is woven by the wonderful and picturesque use of language is really soul touching. One of his most famous Poems "Bonolota Sen", portrays the mysterious beauty who the poet dreams of and and he has been meeting her since time immemorial and that timeless beauty has been the instrument behind the poet's inspiration more than once.






The poet is in deep love with the beauty of Bengal and the little yet magical beauties of everyday Bengal village takes a forefront in many of his works......





yet.....


when he muses, his imagination knows no bound, be it time or space and he can visualise existences which have passed eons ago and he renews those promises, those pepole and their hopes bringing out the beauty from the old frayed down colours f the past and repaints them with the masterful strokes of a genius to give them a modern life.






I respect and bow before Tagore for his songs for his poems for his art for his literature but I love jibananada......



Love and Respect!

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