Friday Letters – 7
#letterstothestar in you
Dear you,
Hey you, Chethan Gowda. It was a pleasure meeting you the other day, when Bharat Divakar was bullied to perform his poetry! It was nice to watch you walk up to Bharat and show your poem, only to be bullied into performing it. Your poem blew my mind. What astonished me was that those words came from a 14 year old. Your words made me wonder.
Your poem had spaces for me to slip in to an exploration for the meaning of everything there is in our world. Space to wonder, what it is about this world that would make a 14 year old, say those words the way it was said.
And as promised on that day, here is the collaboration that has been long due. The thing I like about these collaboration is that, together we have three poems between us and individually each of us will have two poems. As much as I would love to call what I write as poems, they are far from that but words nevertheless which reciprocated to the thoughts instigated by your words.
It’s amazing how, this is the first collaboration after I wrote a few lines next to Tagore’s. I am amazed at the difference in the age between you and Tagore and how I fit in between in that time like a bridge. I hope you remember that!
Thanks Bharat for chipping in with those valuable few lines.
Paradise |
Lost |
Chethan |
Yatisa |
I escape the[your] daily class, |
I slip through time |
without even leaving the room, |
Where you think I am my big black eyes staring into blankness. My body still. Frozen in time, my spirit wanders…. |
to a world unknown, |
I find myself |
To common minds, |
Slipping into the bottom of the unimagined. Unimaginable. Imagination, often confused to be the unknown, always stemming from the knowledge of knowing. A metaphor. An abstract. |
I assume. |
An abstraction of your veiled reality, |
It’s a place where I am at ease, |
With all the time |
with nobody but myself to please. |
I wonder! |
it’s a place where I am not much affectionate nor kind. |
All I can offer is passion. |
I won’t lie to you, |
I shall offer you the truth |
music and peace |
Music that is locked away |
Not any religion I[shall] keep |
for naked I was born |
I respect them all and I am |
For it is a wonder, how? |
I fail to have faith |
As you turn them |
with all this and more, |
Bharat writes –
“locked away in our hearts, |
nowhere |
In you, that seems to be lost. |
But worry not, Chethan. I will do everything I can to make this world a better place. It’s a promise and I always keep my promises! A little later than never, later nevertheless!
Yours truly,
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