Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Under the Radiant Sky



The sky was luminescent and the water radiant. The trees lined the lake and seemed to reach the skies. The sight was a pure balm to my soul. May be I was on a boat. The movement was silky and wavy. Somebody sat there with me. His eyes fell on me like the perfect warmth one feels while sitting beside the fire on a chilly morning. The moment was so perfect that I couldn't suppress my urge to capture it on my phone. The branches of trees touched their neighbors and netted the sky in a majestic fashion. The leaves were clustered together like stars, with a royal green glow. 'One two three. Perfect. One more. Ah wonderful'. As I was capturing the sky with awe, he was keenly gazing at my expressions with a rare delicacy. We conversed something I don't remember. May be our words were silent. May be our hearts were communing directly. The crystal clear water and cool air filled with positivity gave a glimpse of Heaven. The only anxiety was that 'it will all pass'. The bubble will break. How could I live that moment to the utmost. Heart's palpitations were too loud. I thought he heard them. His presence was enough to add sense to everything around us. My heart was about to burst with a profound joy.
The boat then disappeared and we were just walking side by side. A blurry vision made it hard to see clearly. We then reached the shore. People were placing their feet in the water and making merry. I felt a sudden urge to do the same. I heard him asking me for dinner and I said that I will take permission and let him know. That clear voice was a delight I longed for since long. May be then he left or he stood there at a distance looking at me. I don't remember.
Then I removed my school shoes and socks. That made me doubt if I was in my school dress, skirt and shirt. As I plunged my feet in the water, it seemed as if the water suddenly turned shallow and I couldn't sink my feet inside. Then strange flowers or corals or starfish appeared floating in the water. Not very sure about what it exactly was. The crowd thickened. I went past the people and everything seemed to be covered in a blackish mist. Just his voice remained, echoing deep in my heart, like a melody that gets stuck in mind and stubbornly refuses to be forgotten. 
Then I realized that Dreams come true in Dreams too.







Image: Dordogne , Beynac-et-cazenac , France ,romantic Boat Trip is a painting by Pierre Van Dijk

Sunday, August 6, 2017

An Exclusive Self-talk with Anam Fatima, Author of Nascent Poetry

Writing a book and getting it published is not an everyday occurrence. It's perseverance at the face of crumbling hopes, believing in dawn while surrounded with darkness, tasting the sweetest and the sourest fruits of solitude at the same instant, roving the boat of life using two contradictory handles, optimism and depression, attaining a sane level of madness, finding solace in silence and such likes.

Hereby I am getting engaged in a series of self talks.
Dear reader, hope this reading becomes beneficial to you.

With the publication of your third book, you might have started feeling like a writer? Isn't it?
I don't know what it feels like to be a writer. But yes, I feel way too much. I was doubtful about my poetic abilities until the day my mom said 'have you lost your mind?'. Madness is truly a litmus test to be a poet.
Going back to the year 2010,
Talking about the beauty of things that happen for the first time,
The first sight of my books was a magical moment that pushed some tears off my eyes.
And seeing Nascent Poetry was indeed the most comforting moment of my life, like a mother when she sees her infant for the first time. The intensity was greater because I had to wait for extra 20 days to see it in reality.
But honestly, I don’t know how a writer is supposed to feel. I just feel like I always feel, choosing the back benches, staying quiet and pretending to be unattached from the whereabouts of the world, guarding my treasurable thoughts and cushioning myself with the comfort of simplicity. From being an unabashed child I have become a shy adult. I run to the deepest portion of my house, the moment a stranger knocks, contrary to my childhood days when I would grab all chances to run outside and play.
I love to surprise people with things they couldn’t believe I can do. Wearing a hijab opens up a new set of stereotypes. A guy on LinkedIn sent me message expressing the extreme surprise on seeing a girl with a hijab, aspiring to be a writer. He said it’s really rare. Unfortunately hijab makes people think of oppression, when it’s a sign of freedom, freedom to limit the eyes that want to fall over a Muslimah.
And yes, I like anonymity. There’s freedom in it. Fame is not my cup of tea.
Also, unlike other poets, I am not that well read. I tortured myself with pillow like thick physics and chemistry ABC books. Belonging to science and biology clan, I gave myself completely to literature only after pursuing BA (Hons) from Lady Sri Ram College. It was an amazing place that enriched me with a better sense of the world I belong to. 

When did the idea of publishing Nascent Poetry came to your mind?
It came to my mind exactly the day I was done with the excitement of my first two books, hehehe. I started dreaming about a better book with better poems. I soon compiled some poems that fortunately got rejected by the publisher. It gave me time to hone up my creative writing skills. Still I was writing occasionally. After some years I created my fb page called Nascent Poetry. While I worked in Gurgaon, I would edit the collection and did this a few times until the book came out.
Well, the answer sounds boring. Nobody talks like this with oneself, isn’t it?

Who are the people you genuinely want to say thanks for your book?
First of all, I would like to thank myself for staying patient in the whole process. (There wasn’t any other option waise :D, then Sufyan, who was the first person to read the first draft of my book and respond. It was very kind of him. Being himself a novelist, his words made me think better of my work and remove self doubt. Secondly, I would like to say thanks to Yaseen, an amazing person and poet who suggested me the publication house and went through my work, giving valuable advice and guidance. Then of course bhaiya, for being there for me, always. There are many more people left to be thanked. <3

What do you think are your responsibilities as a poet
I have just reached a place where I have begun thinking about my responsibilities as a poet. I have to focus more on social causes and disharmony, injustice found everywhere, giving voice to the voiceless and making a difference in people’s lives.

How do you see your book Nascent Poetry, being a student of literature?
Well, as a student of literature, I know that I need to work on making my poems better. As a record of my personal experiences they are like a balm to my heart but I have to come out of this selfism and think if these poems will be really good enough in terms of structure, creativity, imagery, vocabulary, metaphors, etc. and what effect they are going to create on readers.

What kind of reactions you receive on showing your books to others?
It’s my favorite part. Varying reactions from varying people, sweetest to quite contradictory. The best reaction I ever received was on showing it to my history teacher, Devika Sethi mam. That was a priceless moment. Once I showed my books to a teacher, in class eleventh. She gave a doubtful look, accusing me of plagiarism in her mind :D.

How did it all began?
My schooldays were quite happening, both at home and the world outside. The lanes, houses of neighborhood, swings and fairs added spice and sparkle particles to my clay like mind. Friendship lessons, stories and memories had a great impression on me. Being a middle child, I was left free to entertain myself and devise new and creative ways to make everyday eventful.
It was in class 5 that I wrote my first poem. There was some competition around speaking up on a particular topic. I guess it was on friendship. I was unable to prepare for it and wrote some lines on the spot. They were terrible but yes, made me feel like I was on the top of the world. Then there was poem called ‘If', that started with ‘If I could be a tiny bird, I can fly in this world’ and so on. School assemblies demanded new and short articles, quotes, etc. to be presented. I gradually began reciting my poems and clearing away my phobia of speaking in public. There were embarrassing moments that came out of trying something new but they were worth it.
Then in college, I interned with Study India and got to submit 2 articles/poems per week. This helped me to keep writing. Almost all the poems written during that time are there in Nascent Poetry. Then the cobwebs of a new city, enabled me to get lost and find myself. There are innumerable incidents of losing my way and exploring new roads.

So how is life as a poet?
It’s pretty funny, adventurous and sad at the same time. Life is unkind to poets. They are oft ignored and taken lightly. Their hearts bear the greatest number of scars. They carry the weight of the world. Love brutally slains them. Friends might abandon them sooner or later.
I have a different way from the major portion of the world population. Still, we are all the same. My habit of staying silent is misunderstood. Nobody understands me. I am oft considered rude and anti social. I am expected to chat endlessly with every woman I meet. It’s considered weird when I want to limit my interaction with na-mehrams. I am free and captivated simultaneously. I receive heart-breaks as I breathe. Still I am known to be good, given a tag of ‘nice girl'. I can’t change my innate goodness. It takes care of my peace of mind. I have lost all hopes from the world to the extent that I have accepted it all the way it is. Through words I wish to heal hearts. I am still on a nascent stage of this journey.
I am terrible in kitchen, always lost in thoughts. But when I get determined to make something, it comes out with a touch of perfection. I like to keep myself overburdened. It protects me temporarily from sad thoughts. But they still find a way to my mind. I can smile even when my eyes get filled with tears. I have learnt the art of disguising my heart’s content. But my mother gets to know it all. I like to embrace a child’s vision of the world, it’s my only source of hope. 

Favorite lines from Nascent Poetry?










Thanks for reading
 The end :)

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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Anam's Nascent Poetry: A Book Review


Poems are succinctly written vividly capturing the everyday life of common populace. One can easily relate to them. They give a sheen of calmness and an agreeable feeling with your words.

Some of them beautifully capture the beauty of things and ways of world that are cruel. Your words seem to paint a picture of circumstances both good and bad.

Your poems give way to the scenes of life. One seems to relive them through the beauty of your poetry and the description that rekindle epithets of memory in mind.

The poems that I really liked were- 
An acid attack
Decisions
Heroism
Give her
On cleaning an old almirah
Guilt is
Dtc woes
It was my fault
Today's love sickness
Falling in love
To rain
A visit to Mughal gardens
A piece of paper
Sorry advertisements
To Lsr
to my brother
You are cared
His graciousness, my erroneousness.




-Areeba Ali


Sunday, April 30, 2017

Book Review: The Struggle Between My Heart & My Brain by Mehr Bani


'Rationality  doesn't work with the organ named heart, but faith does and the blinder your faith is, the stronger the conviction you can draw out of it.'

A woman's mind is a fascinating arena where the opinion of heart and brain scarcely coincides and there's an everlasting tug-of-war going on. Mehr Bani's novel effectively portrays the tragic-comic conflict and emotional embellishment that a hu'wo'man has been blessed with.
The story moves on smoothly, unveiling the diverse phases of love, from a nascent beginning to the phase of deep understanding, narrowing down to the cloud of complaints, expectations and returning to the rational understanding. The author subtly implies that not all love stories reach the flyover of marriage.
The theme of marriage has been well put-up. The novel begins with the pre-wedding fervor and henna ceremony of the main protagonist, Preet and ends at the commencement of her marriage. The access of the reader to her mind's complicated threads weave appealing and intricate patterns in the story. The reader stays curious from the beginning till the end about the person Preet will be marrying.
The writing style reflects simplicity with a philosophical outlook. The soft romance, chit-chatting, friendship, flirtation, bonding, understanding, and misunderstanding are some of the major elements in the novel. This is the story of today's generation, a story of you and me, a realistic account where the borders of religion, caste, culture, age, etc. emerge like walls between the two lovers. It's heartbreaking too at some extent. The colliding fragments of emotions of love, have to settle at the end at a particular surface, willingly or unwillingly. There's an emphasis on the idea of 'happy ending', being a rare reality.
The novel ends with a question 'Everything is made of matter but nothing really matters-does it?'. The topmost question that popped up in my mind at the end was: 'Is love irrational, unattainable, a strong emotion that has to turn weak with the passage of time?' 
This book is a must read for the people caught between the soft threads of love, shifting between ecstasy, epiphany and melancholy, driving the 'roller-coaster' of emotions, alone or accompanied. May be, love is just about memories and magic, maybe it's the 'matter' that the universe is comprised of, or may be it doesn't 'matter' as much. Read the book to find your own answer!

You may reach the author here:
www.writermehrbani.com 
https://www.facebook.com/mehr.bani.3958
https://twitter.com/madURBANi

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Friday, March 24, 2017

Discovering the Poetic Horizons: In Conversation with Yaseen Anwer


 
Yaseen Anwer, a young gentleman and poet is a well known personality in Delhi. He is the Founder of Kaafiya, a rapidly growing community of poetry lovers, bringing up the fresh flavor of poems written by both the old, well known poets as well as the present, contemporary ones. He was also the Founder and the Managing Editor of Poets Corner Group (Established in June 2011) and Delhi Poetry Festival (Established in January 2013) till mid 2015. He has been facilitated with Young Poet's Award 2012 by the Indian Poetry Society. His amiable nature and humbleness sets him apart from other connoisseurs of poetry. His sees Kaafiya as an endeavor to merge the old and the new, joining together one language to another, mixing diverse cultures, etc. with the aim to unite hearts with the beauty of poetry. He believes in creating a weather of poetry through Kaafiya, resonating with Delhi's weather and merging into it.

He began writing at a young age and attained proficiency in English, Hindi and Urdu. His work has appeared in more than 80 national and international magazines and journals and has been translated into different languages like Chinese, Portuguese, Hindi, etc.

Q. Is it really necessary to fall in love to write love poetry?
A. You need muse, don't you? Just falling in love, not sure, but yes admiring someone does, spending time with someone also does. It may not always be a girl, it can be a place you have fallen in love with. There are people who are inspired by mountains. Its more about being in the state of mind where you end up writing because of someone or something.

Q. Even little things excite poets, isn't it?
A. Depends. To some its beauty that excites, to some its pain.

Q. What do you think about a poet's 'burden' or 'responsibilities' with respect to society as a change-maker?
A. Seeing a poet simply as a change-maker and the power of poetry as an agent of change can be mythical. A poet should have a view on things happening around and if has, it will certainly reflect in his writing. A considerable amount of effort has to be made and one has to consistently work on it to observe the impact.

Q. With the current trend of Slam Poetry and an air of self-centered and distant writing, has the idea of poetry attained an enclosed, idealistic identity away from reality?
A. There are a segment of writers who grow distant from society and find an alternate world under the shade of nature, hilltops, etc. Slam poetry in itself is just a dot in the universe of poetry, there is lot more in poetry, why should we talk of just slam poetry!

Q. What do you think about the lost art of writing letters in this fast paced world?
A. It will be almost impossible to revive it. Things that have a relation with commerce can only stay alive. Languages die with time, what are letters!
  
Q. English, Urdu or Hindi, which is the most friendly and expressive language?
A. For a poet, the language in which he thinks is the best language to write in, precisely, one's mother-tongue. The natural beauty and personal instincts can be best expressed through it.

Q. How significant is writing for you?
A. For me, writing comes when nothing else is possible, when someone or something strikes me deep within to an extent that it will tear me apart. It forces me into some state that can make me go mad till it comes out. Writing can never go out of me. When I am not writing I am still writing something and erasing, those not erased come out for others to see.

Q. What are traits of excellent poetry?
A. Words compressed, speaking more in less words and depth, universality and timelessness that  surpasses all boundaries and reaches out to a wider audience.

Q. Is reading the most necessary thing to become a better poet?
A. Reading is certainly the most important thing not just for a poet but for a writer but yes again It shouldn't be limited to just reading, writing and then re-writing helps you to get better. Writing is almost meditating.

Q. 'You write too!', 'Poets are there in every lane' how should a poet face the negative vibes and stand apart in the budding community of fellow poets?
A. Here again I talk about Universality and timelessness. If it is there in your work, it will surpass all boundaries and reach out to a wider audience. Also, it takes time to prefect the art of writing. One has to cover a long way and stay focused to reach the stage of acclamation and appreciation.

Q. You favorite genre of poems?
A. Favorite is not an apt word since it's restrictive and creates boundaries. Poems showcasing reality, depth, unmasking the truth, and rich in relativity interest me.

Q. Which poets would you recommend to read (in Urdu)?
A. Daag Dehlvi and Basheer Badr are the must read poets to explore the vivacity of Urdu.  

Q. How distant is a poetic world and un-poetic reality?
A. For an honest poet, there isn't any dissimilarity between the virtual and the real. There's always a sense of restlessness. What's written is a reflection of prevailing realities. In fact, the presence of good poets is a sign of bad society.
  
Q. How important is vocabulary in poetry?
A. Vocabulary is not the most essential aspect of a good piece. It's more about the words that fit in and create an impact. A play on words and effective communication creates a long-lasting and heart-touching impression. It's also about how differently one expresses a particular emotion.     

Q. Comment on a poet's keen eye and observation power? Does a poet sees differently?
A. Good poets are great observers. Yes they see things differently and notice more. For instance, while looking at a motorbike, a number of stories can be spun around: a hard-working man dropping his kids to school on his way to work, etc. This is beyond an ordinary person's interest.     

Q. Short poems are more in fashion than long ones in the world of Social Media. Your response?
A. Short poems work as magnets to attract target audience's attention. Once that interest is secured, people can go on reading the long poems as well.      

Q. Does happiness create a similar effect on writing or the creation of best works is all about the pain that inspired it?
A. Well for me its restlessness that works more, and restlessness is mostly the result of pain. But at the same time I feel it's more about the feeling and thought that inspires the work.  


At the end, 
One of his beautiful couplet:

Ander tumharey dafn humara Jo hissa he
Zinda to bs wohi he, Jo baqi he qissa he

Sacredly buried in the depths of you, my part,
Lived, when the rest of me was so falling apart!
(Translated by Sadia Khan)






24th Feb, 2016