{Pic Courtesy : Him}
the sea, and against the sky
some yellow flowers.
the sea may well be important, with its unfolding
myths, its purpose and its risings,
when the gold of a single
yellow plant
explodes
in the sand
are bound
to the soil.
They flee the wide sea and its heavings.
In the end we’re
neither air, nor fire, nor water,
just
dirt,
neither more nor less, just dirt,
and maybe
some yellow flowers.
The fields infused with yellow-colored exuberance enfolds a traveler, tired yet ecstatic, who deliberately mapped out some space for that much-awaited meeting with the Yellow Flower fields, in his journey, for a profound non-human conversation. The Yellow fields, like other fields of flowers, are widely known for their language, which casts the oldest range of spells over poor humans, in a language only an artist could understand and speak. Far-off lands, their cultures and people live in them, usually, are materials for our dreams that we see with our eyes wide open, and let ourselves be trapped in that alluring charm. We whether or not like it, walk around with a displayed distaste for the land we live, the surroundings we breathe in. The great old wisdom says, when we see things from afar, they reach out to us as something very special, mysterious and a carnival like body dressed up in vibrancy of festivities. And the queer sense of exoticism of foreign landscapes that live in our dreamy eyes, tend to grab, fiercely, a deep layer of mystique aura, when they are captured and sent by a stranger. How can we sustain a throb of excitement for the lands that we live in {we have no option but to stay with it} and wander about everyday? Do we have to detach ourselves from the environment that’s within our reach and watch it with renewed eyes, every moment ? am curious to know – which element of this image is reinforcing its captivating beauty? the grounded tree with its head held proudly against the blue skies, providing a contrast-like experience to our eyes so that they could sink into the softness of yellow fields or the heady, bewitching vast stretches of yellow floral beds, who have this wicked plan tucked in their floral hearts to leave our palms benumbed with their gossamerish flower dust when we dip our hands into the picture? 🙂 The Postcard like picture reminds me of “The Wind Will Carry Us” by Abbas Kiarostami.
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May 18, 2008 at 6:18 pm
--Sunrise--
Ahhh… yellow flowers will always remind me of Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge, the song Tujhe Dekha To Yeh Jaana Sanam…. and innocent days of love… sigh. All my desi friends think of me when they see a yellow field… I wonder why! lol.. 🙂
May 18, 2008 at 8:23 pm
karthik
an amazing pic,
with all the poetry on your blog I wanted to share one of mine,
a very old one,
It’s so dark out there but I can see every thing around me,
There’s a wall in front of me and a broken mirror hangs on thee,
I walk closer and look into it,
I wonder if it’s me,
I see the faceless man; I hate him the most,
Though I know it’s only me.
He walks in the middle of the street, which is well lit,
As he walks he looks at those darker bye lanes;
He knows what’s in there,
But he walks the straight lane,
That’s why I hate him,
The faceless man,
I hate him the most,
Though I know it’s only me.
It’s getting darker, the sky goes boom,
He runs for cover, he cares no other,
He sees no pain; he can hear no cry,
That’s why I hate him,
The faceless man,
I hate him the most,
Though I know it’s only me.
He’s rich, he’s got money,
That makes him feel like honey,
He’s got a big fat pocket,
But that’s only below the ass,
His heart can’t even hold a penny,
That’s why I hate him,
The faceless man,
I hate him the most,
Though I know it’s only me.
it is more like a rap, 😀
none the less an expression,
May 19, 2008 at 5:58 pm
jyothsnay
Sunrise girl
you being the spontaneous association with a yellow field is not at all a matter of wonderment….I can sense that from your blog 🙂
the sheer vibrancy of having fallen in love rippling across the fields with a sense of abandonment…besides DDLJ, there are quite a few movies captured that mood, right?
Karthik
yes, it is a gorgeous image. It’s so much full of life!
n I loved reading your lyrics, a piece of poetry is not the right word, you would agree with me on that bit. This is more a street-culture kinda expression, lived n corroded with mixed feelings, a queasy sensation….I like the climax like termination….good effort, well, of course, am definitely not the right person to judge.I loved reading it
May 20, 2008 at 9:31 am
karthik
I showed this to the girl i had a crush on an dit scared her, 😀 hehe,
Yeah poetry may not be the word,
really glad you said good effort, thanks.
June 19, 2008 at 5:23 am
Downward
Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation 🙂 Anyway … nice blog to visit.
cheers, Downward.
July 24, 2009 at 6:09 pm
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