Moving beyond Red Deeps

There is not just change in title and layout of the blog, there is also a sea change in my attitude towards life.

Until now, It was mainly a poetry blog but now onwards,I will write fiction and my other observations as well, though sporadically.

So wait, I will be RIGHT BACK.

An Interior Monologue

I wish I could tell

How hard it was to break

Soft feeling of your pearly presence

And to spill the vermin of distance

Bred out of necessity.

Though life moves on -

But sometimes, I have felt

A sweet twinge of separation bearing hard on me

To dip me into all regrets

That why I refuted a new meaning

Sprouting itself out

In the old deserts of propriety

While sitting here - Just longing

I can see you, blowing -

On the mighty currents of deep oceans

Where you can't see me hiding myself

Under the sordid surface as if

- Scared of an exotic deity.

I wish I could tell - that

Sometimes under the compulsion of clock

How every moment and every word,

Forgetting its character, comes out of lips and

Becomes stranger even to the heart itself.

How would you believe now?

Under its brashing self, was

Crawling scalded beauty!

My charred feathers, covered under

Slender smile - even then

When I assayed to fly

Heaved two deep sobs in you palm

Though constantly under some star blithe.

You drew upon me Yes!

Once I too was a flower

This solicitude melted the garb

Hence the rush of feelings...

Your Honor! from every peel of my heart

I tried to keep me at par

From various meanings of Red-

As you didn't know -

I dread -

…Basking in the sun

…Being loved by someone.

What's it ?

What's It?

When I recall -

I regret why I recall

When I try to forget -

I regret- I can't forget.

Nostalgic face !

Engrossed - back on old roads

Or In Astro-projection

Catching a star, feeling the other self

I watch from the far -

Unbearable!

Sometimes it seems, Seems a dull bay.

Never cleaned, never traveled again

As if a lake - still waters

a forgotten face...

And finally the Releasing Ceremony

                 Baptism, like this, is purely inexplicable...words fail...again dilemma time and Prufrockian diffidence...Amidst such an applause,I looked at myself... and asked who I am, Prufrock was still thinking in me but somebody got the vibes and answered " A Powerful Poet"(my first compliment in the festival), She was none other than a famous Bengali Poet, MandaKranta Sen, winner of National Ananda Puruskar and. She told me that she would translate my poems into Bangla.

            
Yes! the news is true(though I still feel it dreamy) -Yesterday(dated 13-03-10), My book was finally released in the "North East And Northern Poetry Festival,PAU by Dr.S.S.Noor,Vice - President of Delhi Sahitya Academy.

 Dr.Sylvanus Lamare, (a Great Scholar as well as a writer of many books on Khasi culture) was the first person to buy a copy of my book.. thanks a ton :). Sir! If ever you again, by chance, stumble upon my blog, Please, leave some comments.I will feel honored.

  

And to my Mamaji, Swarnjit Savi, a Great poet and Painter...


"Mamaji, I wish I had some words with which I could express my sense of gratitude,indebtedness as well as my happiness for Support you provided me right from the day One...I am proud to be your Niece."


Then, My Family that supported me every Moment of my life,bore everything so patiently with me... I love you all! 
And Finally, my Muse and the Inspiration who made me a poet ..


"Wah e diwangi -e-shonk, ke har dam mujhko
Aap jana Udhar, or Aap hi hairan hona "




Yeah, Still a reluctant poet, 
Navdeep Sihra