It Is Dawning! Poem by Drkgbalakrishnan Kandangath

It Is Dawning!

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IT IS DAWNING.


Yes. It is dawning! It is the Nascent ofcourse. It is brand new; not the repeat. It is brand new. Also inimitable. There had been billions and billions of dawns in the past infinite. Or what is finite? Nothing. Numberless my dreams. Also the stars. What about the sun rays? The universe is set like that. Am a fool to imagine the finite. Always visualize the far. It is a thrill. You feel comfortable to paint the unbound. Because you get digested yourself your bounds. Then what is the solution!


Hers it is! The Art! Really at this moment the birth of the Art takes place. For it is a solace grand.

But, the Bharatheeya Rishi asserts that there is only one Art! And that is Poetry. Bharatha Muni, the Natyachaarya of Bhaaratham, in his versatile work 'Naaatya Saastra' describes 64 arts. In micro analysis one can very well realize the Truth- that is- there is the oneness! That Oneness is Poetry! All others are its brackets.

Thus the ancient Indian Saying:

'In Space

Through Structure

In Form through Sculpture

In body, through Dance

In Word, through Poetry

In Sound, through Music

In Thought, through Yoga

When Man discovers the Order and Rhythm,

He touches the Divine within himself.'


How subtle as well as clear, the Thought of Bhaaratham is! So specific the Rishi is! See how this Moment, the Maya- the Illusion is formed!

Only the Space, is there as the Omnipresent! The Chaitanya is filling it! The Sabda- the Sound- the Om is the Root! It is the Music- the Nada Brahma! In Thought, the Yoga- the Ultimate Realization-

he achieves the Order and Rhythm.

Here the Rishi assures that at this spell he touches the Divine within himself.


I have explained this Subtle Feel in many a poem of mine. One is 'The Poetry' (The Waves of the Ganga- poem 55) . I wonder: ' How can I picture the shapeless shape-ness; the vision unwoven;

the shapeless; the tasteless, the odorless! '

Another one is ' The Whisper'(The Waves of the Ganga' poem-57) . Here I wrote: The note so tiny,

imaginary/ The feeble vibration unfelt / The perceivable pulse.


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It is Dawning! The Sun has not made His appearance. Even before, the East is preparing to receive His Majesty. How cool and pleasant the atmosphere. The birds are chirping! They are reading to their routine morning flight. We don't know to where they fly so hastily. People believe that they are going in search of food. What do they sing? Poets exaggerate this. I think they are in search of the horizon. May be. But I cannot explain why they get up at 3 am daily. To sing? To enjoy the cool breeze? To chirp? Or to discuss the cruelty of the humans?

Yes It is Dawning!

Not only the birds, but others are also waking up! The Sun has appeared in His Chariot. They say that it is seven-horsed. Not all of them. Some say five-horsed it is. Whatever be the real. one thing is certain. He is very regular. His horses are very smart and regular. The chariot is made of Gold! Always ornamented with precious jewels! He is showering the virtue on all- the great Power!

Over and over the System He is tuning and toning the Orchestra.

It is Dawning!

Thus the Nascent Poetry!

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