Poetry

The target of poetry is the soul. The goal is to attract the soul like a flower attracts a butterfly. But sometimes it is a thistle on which the butterfly lands. Who can predict the pattern of a butterfly’s flit? Poetry changes our flit plans, not always predictably.





Tuesday, July 29, 2008

On Singh

On Reading Darshan Singh

Faith is a madness
That reason has no reasons for.
Logic keeps God laughing,
Though it gets us through the day.
The day God died,we lived
Then died again
By making sense out of it,
Not knowing there was
No sense in it,
Outside of Presense
Faith is nonsense.
Faith is not sense.
Faith is not seeing,
Or seeing without eyes
Faith is a blind man's cane
Tap, tap, tapping on God's door
While He is on the other side
Knock, knock, knocking on ours.
He is the one writing love poetry.
We swing our saucy skirts
And give no limen to love.
This is the sum of it all, Darshan,
It is madness not to believe
And believing is madness too.


Note: Darshan is a Hindi word that means to behold and enjoy the elevating presence of a loved one to the extent that one becomes totally lost in him or her; a kind of insanity. Also it is the first name of an Urdu poet who wrote "Love's Last Madness."

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