Om Namah Shivaya

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Nov 2, 2011

WHISPERS: Fire, Faayar, Faayaar... Dedicated to Vikram Seth

Some of my free form Haiku to begin with and then my dedication to the powerful style of poetry reading by a great author Vikram Seth, hope you would like it...
Morning Blossom by Vladimir Kush
A Surrealistic painter, Click here to see more...
Death is beautiful flower
Flowering in emptiness
Utterly naked in being
Your pain is not
The result of my love
But of my possessiveness
Love is the process
Of self revelation
In her eyes

Last weekend, I was attending the literary festival, (where my friend Rahul Bhattacharya was awarded The Hindu Literary Prize for Best Fiction 2011), I came across many giants of Indian Literature as well as some great names from abroad. It was an amazing experience throughout the days but the recitation of poetry, “FIRE” by Vikram Seth from his new book, “Rivered Earth” captured my imagination and touched me deeply. Vikram Seth is an amazing writer, who has enthralled the world with his creative genius, with books like "A suitable Boy", "The Golden gate". "An Equal Music" etc. As he came up on the stage to talk with Nisha Susan from Tehelka Channel, I did not have any inkling that he will set the stage on fire.
Vikram Seth at Hindu Literary
Festival Chennai 2011

To start with, he was sitting while chatting with Nisha and reading his poetry, but when he started reading his final verse ‘Fire’, slowly got up and walked on to the front of the stage... softly raising his voice almost to the level of a war cry... with word ‘fire’ menacingly leaping out of his mouth, transformed into Faayar... Faayaar.

The poetry below is about that moment when Vikram Seth’s whole being was consumed by the fire of passion and creativity...

Vikram Seth breathing fire....

Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

There was no fire
But then there was passion
A complete consuming desperation...
With its flickering flame of desire
From here to eternity
In thoughts
More so in the vision of
Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

And it engulfs you in its crescendo
The music of burning deep within desire 
Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

And there he was
Completely enflamed in the vision
His long forehead
To his thinning hair
Slowly his desperate cries took roots
Into the earth within
And he himself buries himself in...
In the flames of passion
Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

What I was thinking
Or whether even I was...
Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

As he rose, like a phoenix, from ashes
Of desire, a full throated war cry
In his most unobtrusive way
And captured
The essence of life
In being; and I saw
The place is on....
Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

Ferocity, in her own trembling
Hands, fumbling to capture desire
Fire, Faayar, Faayaar....
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

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