There is no name for this hint of 'suchness'
Erupting through an ordinary day,
Not as a reasonable grief, a consequence
Of known bereavement, some interior death
Which daily robs me of my magnitude -
(A politic smirk or ignoble word) ,
But as a causeless mood, a light filtered
From un-lived moments, keeping its own logic,
Which is not answerable to the tragic
Act of living. There is a strange richness
In this surrender, when the bounds of the body
Are broken and the mind is in flood,
And suddenly there is a drowning glimpse
Of parakeets in target-shooting dusk.
......... There is a strange richness In this surrender, when the bounds of the body Are broken and the mind is in flood, A beautiful description of a mental state! From the monotony of daily rituals and life's bereavements and heart aches, when we allow our body to be free, our mind gathers a new richness and the scenes around suddenly begin to glow in a new light. The flight of parakeets in the dusk captures your attention, bringing in sudden joy! Lovely write!
Thank you, dear Poet Valsa George, for your affirmative comment on this poem; written decades ago, that I remembered on reading your praise of birds on the wing. Your reading gives me both encouragement and the urge to 'strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield', (Tennyson's last line in 'Ulysses') . Madhavan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem- - - -Some beautiful feelings come in some dull moments - - - there is no explanation for 'suchness'- -It is like a light that filters from 'unlived moments'- - - There is a strange richness in this surrender, when the bound of the body is broken and mind is in flood. It is like getting inspiration when mind opens up to higher thinking or a feeling of blissfulness.