Between the shadow and the soul
I have taken the title for this review from a line written by Pablo Neruda: ‘I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.’ Poetry is positioned precariously between all that is subjective and what is objective, the expressive and the expressed, or cocooned between...
Watching crows in the rain
Crows don’t dance in the rain They neither fly away nor caw Getting wet is such a strain And against all their crow law. But they share space As they patiently wait Before another race To a prey or a bait. I know we aren’t like a crow. Even one bit.
Vantage point
Know the territory Understand when To rise high To reach The vantage point In short Keep track of time And you will get The best views Of both the rising And the setting sun.
A good smartphone is like a poem crafted well
A good poem is like a smartphone that uses innovations that convert the intangibles of technology into user-friendly features… and so even good smartphones, like good poems, must often use clear actionable motives, memorable design aspects, and concrete software inclusions to make a point. Like great poetry, good smartphones are bothered about meter, rhyme, form,...
Love poem without a title
words and images come together merge like the heart and mind do with time or imagination like you and me have been doing all these years . . . . . . Arvind Passey Written in November 2017
This happens in winters
Thoughts come faster as you lazily move They must yet be captured Cut, diced, or sliced into little poetic portions A few prosaic ones will do Some will be anger-laden Or some emotional outburst or the other Some will passively get colored anyway And yes, they will come in all colours And hues and the...
Rhymes in Hindi
Note: For some reason this blog doesn’t accept Hindi and so I can only share a jpeg on this page. . . . . . Arvind Passey Poem written in November 2017
Travel
What if there were no corridors No roads or paths No signs saying something No one to guide What if there was no somewhere No words to follow No sounds to obey Nowhere to reach Charming, I’d say For the real travel would then begin. . . . . . . Arvind Passey Written in...
Driving along the Ganga
Driving along the Ganga Note: We have just returned from a trek to the Valley of flowers and Hemkund. We had a long conversation with River Pushpavati, River Laxmanganga, and the mighty River Alakhnanda which finally gets to be called The Ganga. This poem is a tribute to these conversations. LaxmanGanga is also called...
The Mask
Eyes speak and smiles connect In every twitch we do detect Answers but there are questions too Floating in that artful brew
Those who nudge
There are those who nudge and say: Create now, why wait for another day? These are the ones who made me write I saw, I sought, then sighted insight Those who nudge have made this year A brilliant one and is now dear.
A few observations on time
Time neither action nor is it inaction It isn’t a retort nor a reaction It stays still Not empty or fill But simply be a part of a universal sensation.
