Hello there!
Wishing you all a heartfelt and healthy new year. Here's to more of what drives you :))
Here's a piece of my peace :))
Here are a few poems I loved on Instagram
Currently I'm reading A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson . I'm telling you, so far, this book is fire.
Review of Demian
Title: Demian
Author: Hermann Hesse
Genre: Semi-autobiographical novel
Page count: 159
Call this a masterpiece. Written almost a century ago and still relevant. The rich story telling, dilemma, portrayal of good and evil, and an in depth explanation of introversion made this a pretty relatable book for me. To give you an idea how much I loved it, I ended up writing a poem right after reading the introduction.
Originally published under the pseudonym "Emil Sinclair",
this is a coming of age story of Emil Sinclair, a young boy living in a world of illusion of safety; is unaware of the real world. After an incident at school, he ends up meeting Max Demian who becomes his best friend and role model, who played an important role in making Sinclair see the two realms i.e. Maya and Truth.
Each chapter is like a metaphor for each stage of growth. Sinclair goes through these stages, sometimes alone and sometimes with the help of other people who guide him throughout his journey to finally find his true self.
The book is a treat for people who live for fiction.
My rating is 5 stars.
A special poem for Bharath Upendra
Dedicating 1st poem of the year to Bharath fills me with joy :))
If, as they say, poetry is a sign of something
among people, then let this be prearranged now,
between us, while we are still peoples: that
at the end of time, which is also the end of poetry
(and wheat and evil and insects and love),
when the entire human race gathers in the flesh,
reconstituted down to the infant's tiniest fold
and littlest nail, I will be standing at the edge
of that fathomless crowd with an orange for you,
reconstituted down to its innermost seed protected
by white thread, in case you are thirsty, which
does not at this time seem like such a wild guess,
and though there will be no poetry between us then,
at the end of time, the geese all gone with the seas,
I hope you will take it, and remember on earth
I did not know how to touch it it was all so raw,
and if by chance there is no edge to the crowd
or anything else so that I am of it,
I will take the orange and toss it as high as I can.
~ Kiss of the Sun, Mary Ruefle
Before leaving, read this poem by Bharath Upendra (you'll see the talent yourself)
It's only when the edifice falls
The symbols are resurrected
The ones man had once lost
From the ashes rose a hermit
From his words, birthed a tyrant
From the slaughter, the cowards
And from fear, a rebellion
Hermits sang of the times lost
Tyrants killed for thrones and times
Dead inspired vengeance
Peasants chose their sovereign
An edifice had once again been built
By the resentful, by the cowards
In defiance
With the strength of a king,
Endurance of a soldier, wisdom of a saint
Designed by a sinner
And in it was a slave's paradise,
Slaves that resented
Lordship, who shall bring down
The edifice underneath
which, they buried the symbols
And lamented deprivation
The myth.
~Of resurgence, Bharath Upendra
Here's a poem to quantify my feelings for 2023
See you on 15th January.
Sending mountain Breeze,
Kajal.
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A beautiful read. Happy New Year!