I used to like poems by great Malayalam poets and the way my school language teachers analysed those beautiful lines. Of course, i never paid attention to the rules in poems, the slokas, the stanzas, the rhythm etc. I always thought these were beyond me.
And now I am in the midst of beautiful friends whose lines are as rich or more than those poems my school language teachers tried to show off in analysing.
With that background, I also ventured into the sacred place where in fact the angels fear to tread. I started interpreting poetry and gave my own meanings. Of course my sweet friends here have been tolerant and with atmost care, love and affection showed me what it is.
Now I know, poetry is not to be dissected, it’s to be absorbed. And I agreed, but still the attempts to absorb didn’t work well.
That’s when I realised that poetry is to be read with the heart. And now I can enjoy them.
A number of such posts reflect something missing, sad or gone. Read them with your heart and you can see the beauty. The poet is not sad or deprived, but has the ability to show the beauty in depreviation.
I am happy now. I have some great talents to follow, love and worship. I now know that poetry is not to be understood with a critical mind, but absorbed with a loving heart ❤️.
(there’s one who said, is eagerly awaiting my next post. This is dedicated to the one).