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Poetry

On the power of Greek poetry

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The Greeks found it hard to realize political unity, but they were bound together psychologically through the soul-revealing words of their epic poems, just as, to this day, India’s epics bind the remotest corners of the country together. In describing the effect of poetry in moulding people and civilisations, Sri Aurobindo remarks that A little […]

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The Significance of the English Language in India – Amal Kiran

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Amal Kiran (1904-2011), the gifted author of more than 50 books on literature, poetry and history wrote a very valuable essay in the early 1950s on the significance and future of the English language in India.     The Significance of the English Language in India India’s decision to remain a member of the Commonwealth […]

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On the Poetic Word

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ave you ever been asked “hmm… but what is a poem? what is poetry? ” ?  I ask because I have been asked, and have been quite tongue-tied; The experiment is repeatable; I’d likely mumble, employ a few umms and errs, stare into space and eventually give up. Nothing from my own (little) experience  seems […]

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On Symbols in Poetry

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I’m sharing below a short excerpt of a book by A.B.Purani I on symbols in poetry. Having been ‘under-the-influence’ of some fairly symbol-rich poetry over the past decade, I was filled with gladness to have found this beautiful passage that actually threw light on what a ‘symbol’ represents. A few lines of poetry that (to […]

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On Himank – the Roadbuilders of Ladakh

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  Settlements along the highway. Plasticky, and torn by poverty first. Nude to the ice-winds of Ladakh. We make homes in a hell-blessed world. Where air is thinner than broken hope Of loved ones, memories, and precious letters A last human touch, a warm embrace. A mothers smile, her lovesome scoldings. A secret moment, tear-dipped […]

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The Yogi at Infinity’s Illusion

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Vyomedsky eventually met in himself his gleaming youth. As he climbed on, a thousand voices spoke in parallel. Calling out to their myriad beings of delight, Singing the leaping truth of time-born things. His life had been a long solitary quest, To perceive the space and Brahman of knowledge. He had drunk the zero and […]

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