Poetic touch

Last Monday, I watched the film ‘The Last Samurai’ with my friends again. Katsumoto, the great Samurai struggles hard to complete a poem which he manages at the verge of death with words ‘They are all perfect.’

My throat was choked. I can understand the joy of revelation that he experiences in extreme pain.

Poems are not for everyone. It is not mere coining of words or phrasing of coherent thoughts. Generally, they are not created to impress anyone.

There is subtleness of Truth, an inexplicable awe, an undeniable love, a feeling of helplessness, an irresistible pain and a whole array of uncontrollable flow of sublime emotions in those wordless words. Though they appear to be dream creations and unfit for the present world, they are of course beloved creations of their mystical creators. Not many can absorb the flashes of brilliance from those seemingly meaningless words.

Poets cannot be made. They are inborn with such faculties. In other words, poems are born out of intuition.

That’s how and why the seers have left behind innumerable compositions to express that One Truth.

Those seers, I am sure, would have been poetic in their every single thought and action.

Because, they are all perfect.

The smiling Sun

Every sunrise and sunset is not only a reminder of the relative world that we live in but also the limitedness of our life. In fact, the star doesn’t sink into the sea nor rise from the mountains. It remains shining in its own might and right in spite of its births and deaths on the horizon with full awareness. Not only does it display colours in different combinations every time, it gives life sustaining energies and light day after day to all beings of our planet without a break.

I too take birth, live and die millions of times.

Does my life package have a scientific attitude to validate the absolute truth and a poetic heart to express the relative truths?

The Sun within waits with a smile for an answer....