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is not a word for a poet, it is not only mere feeling, and it is
some thing which is more than life and not less than death. Life
and death are not mere words for a poet, they are experiences
from which he passes daily. Growing is another form of decaying
but these both situations are expresses in words in thousand
Do words express them self through sound, or colour, smell and
feelings also come to help words to reveal them selves?
When sky wants to say goodbye, he are golden colour which spread
When a tree ask to autumn-how do you? his words change in to
When flowers open there mouth to greet, the words spread
becoming the smell.
words are supreme power, the supreme brain and the supreme mine
Modern realistic mind may not like these images,
Let us talk about other images- the blood on the gun of hunter
The sweat dripping from the fore head of the child labor and
drop in the corner of eyes of forces prostitute are also words
which tell not only pain but death in life.
Word could be a intense quietness, they could tremendous noise.
The interesting thing is to play with these words and convert
them in to poems.
Poems are not only words, but life and death falling between the
Poems are human being along with all living and not living
things in this world.
Poems are about every unknown, and above this world.
So, why not we celebrate poems in this cruel time?
Kritya is ready with new set of poetry, to rejoice the word
This issue is come out with beautiful paintings of a great
artist- Raja Ravi Verma, I am sure that these painting are still
talks a lot about them selves through colours.
Same way we are bringing the poems of a great poetess of
Sarojini Naidu, She was called bubul of India , because of
rhythmic power of poetry and he presentations.
are going to read different type of poetry in the section “
Poetry in our time”
We are again bringing out a ancient poetry of Indian literature
in the section-“our Masters”. The great poet Kalidas’s poetry is
golden era of Indian poetry. We are bring some poems from his
famouse book Ritusanhar, in which he has explore the love in
compare to different seasons. We will continue this poetry in
few more issue to enjoy the beauty of every season in a poetic
love era. In the section- name of poetry, we will able to read
an interesting note about poetry book – one window and eight
bars, written by Federico Federici
Friends, we have almost reached at the end of third year of
Kritya, I am grateful to all the friends and poets who supported
us by supplying us your wonderful poetic senses
With best wishes
check the announcement for Kritya2008, upcoming poetry festival-