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Devotion or
spiritualism has its importance in literature, a number of great
Indian writers were great religious leaders, but their devotion
came directly from their heart and their voices were always
heard against terror, domination or cruelty. Their devotion was
against the cruelty of society. Meera, Akka or Lalleshwari were
in reality voices protesting against the cruel social norms
towards the woman. When Milarepa talks about spiritualism, he
was in reality breaking all the odds of society. Spiritualism is
not for a single soul, it is for society and the entire
humankind, and leads to nature. It is not to make ourselves
dumb; it should release our inner voice. And that inner voice
should be the voice of every soul on earth. It is not an
exercise to tone our body to look more attractive, but it is to
train ourselves in favor of society. It could be more than what
I think or feel, and I still want to learn a lot about it. I am
not sure whether literature can find the right path in such
confusing situations but I am sure, literature will not be
affected by pseudoism.
Rati Saxena
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I want to
stroke his mole-soft head -
damp suede - and tell him he’s beautiful,
I love the way he swims, then to whisper
how cleansed I feel, afterwards, as we shower.
Catherine Smith
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Come let's forget the storm
that tore us from our
respective caravans
and brought us
together for the night
And to please a
fussy hotel manager
made us write
Mr & Mrs
before our names
Let’s forget that
tomorrow
Nirupama Datta
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In your embrace I'm trembling and shaking,
I'm fed up with your coldest winter days.
Let me look, they say the spring comes soon,
I'll leave these lands if you open ways.
Chulpon's Verses
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You
My small soul
You persist to preserve
You don't resign yourself
To leave to go
And I die
With you
As a captain
With his ship
That sinks
Luciana De Palma
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Nature and man are
inseparable. Man is a part of nature. Shakespeare's King Lear,
As You Like It, and Tempest deal with the man in nature moves
from the incompleteness to the completeness and there by the
transformation into a better being. In Kalidasa's Shakuntalam
too Nature plays a dominant role in the life of Shakuntala.
Virginia Woolf long ago expressed her anguish of women's freedom
in A Room Of One's Own. In a similar manner Abburi Chaya Devi
opined that by educating girls we can free them from their
‘bonsai life’. Abburi Chaya Devi, the Central Sahitya Akademi's
award winner, popularly known as the 'Grand Young' feminist
writer in Telugu. Her short story Bonsai Life is about Ammulu,
an educated lady, who works in Delhi in contrast to her
illiterate sister, Akkayya, who settles in their native village.
The two sisters exchanged the inner goings on, compare and
comprehend their lives, realizing the truth in saying that 'The
grass is always greener on the other side'. Before her visit to
Ammulu, Akkayya longs for the city life and financial
independence.
P.Gopichand & P.NagaSuseela
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The morning
today
is somehow very different.
What impudence in the sunlight!
The wind’s thoughts are wandering,
as though it has seen the long-banished lover
living in disguise
in the neighbourhood.
Last night
was a night of terrible rain and thunder.
There were mountains of leaves and flowers.
I drew myself to myself,
afraid of the lightning’s luminous assault
on my eardrums.
Maybe the darkness of the last night
fought a bloody battle in the ultimate moments
of its empire of silence or meaningless words.
The small residues of its existence
are already crumbling.
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I had not known silence
till I heard your voice.
I had not known, too,
coolness till the day
I touched your forehead.
My hand remained
in a frozen eternity of snow
and the paste
of sandalwood.
RAMAKANTA RATH
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The clouds over his country
With thunder resounding
Have sent down ample rains
And the mullai, well-nourished
Has blossomed forth with flowers
White like a row of teeth.
My eyes have since renounced
All claims to sleep, my dear,
In favour of the chief
Of the blooming meadowlands.
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In those days when my dear friend
Offered you the unripe fruit
Of the neem tree you did pronounce that
The sweetest bit of jaggery!
Today if she offers you
The sweet cool water from Parambu hill
Of king Pan, drawn in the month
Of January, you dismissed it
As warm, as unfit to be imbibed?
Such is the t.asic nature, chieftain,
Of the quality of affection!
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Mountain chief, we
have been asked
By our mother to go to the fields
Where grow the crop in succulent clusters,
The ears curved like tongs — the crop
That has been coming up in the mountain sides
Cleared of trees cut down and burnt!
We’ve been told off to guard the grain
From the parrot flocks; we shall be spending
Most of the day in the millet fields
Do not come on nightly tryst
Perfumed by rich sandalpaste!
Sringarapadyavali - Part 4
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