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Tuesday, 6 May 2014

agnigeetham.blogspot.in: THE FOREWORD of "THE HUES OF THE HIMALAYA" (ENGLIS...

agnigeetham.blogspot.in: THE FOREWORD of "THE HUES OF THE HIMALAYA" (ENGLIS...: The FOREWORD by noted Indian novelist,eminent writer and thinker C.RADHAKRISHNAN to my new poetry collection published by Amazon, "THE...

THE FOREWORD of "THE HUES OF THE HIMALAYA" (ENGLISH POETRY BY DR.K.G.BALAKRISHNAN KANDANGATH, PUBLISHED IN UNITED STATES BY AMAZON AND BEING DISTRIBUTED GLOBALLY-2013) by NOTED INDIAN NOVELIST AND THINKER C.RADHAKRISHNAN. THE COVER DESIGN IS DONE EXCLUSIVELY FOR THIS BOOK BY RAMAN.P. NAMPOOTHIRI (CHIEF ARTIST,BLACK SWAN,THRISSUR)

The FOREWORD by noted Indian novelist,eminent writer and thinker C.RADHAKRISHNAN to my new poetry collection published by Amazon, "THE HUES OF THE HIMALAYA".The book contains 1+ 150 English poems in 5 chapters. (The 1 is translation of DAIVADASAKAM by Guru.) (This is the centenary
of chanting of "DAIVADASAKAM"-TEN PEARLS ON GOD- by the MAHARISHI.) 
The poems are re-creations of my Malayalam poems- Mainly "AGNIGEETHAM Vol 1&2"(1966-2012).
These poems are,truly,poetic and scientific interpretations of "GURUDARSANAM".
Here I word "Gurudarsanam" as synonym of GREAT INDIAN ANCIENT THOUGHT.
(Badarayana, Sankara,Srinarayna & all).
The chapters are:
1.THE GLIMPSES PONDERING
2.THE HUES ENCHANTING
3.THE DREAMS BLOSSOMING
4.THE WORD UNSPELLED (It is in this chapter,The translation of "THE DAIVADASAKAM" - "Ten pearls on God"- is twinkling.)
5.THE CADENCE CELESTIAL.
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THE BLISS OF BEING NOTHING!- C.RADHAKRISHNAN
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These poems are keys that open electric, magnetic, number, lever or any other kind of a lock. And
what does one find when the locks are opened, the gates give way and the vast landscape is entered?
The bliss of being to begin with, and then, slowly but surely, the bliss of being nothing!
What is that one may ask. The answer is there is no describing that state, except
through poetry because words of ordinary mutual correspondence fails to paint any
tangible picture or transfer any bit of a feel of any shade of it. And not all poetry
at that. Only just some. The mantras of the vedas are able to do it. Bavul lyrics and Rabindranath
Tagore’s lines too have occasionally succeeded. Some modern poets too have, of course, less often.
Why is it so rare? Because the perfect tuning of oneself with the universe is rare. It is not to be
designed; it has to happen, as flowers come to the tree. Spring in real terms is when this happens.
To get lost in one’s surroundings is rather easy, most of us manage to at least occasionally when we
are fortunate to be in a beautiful landscape of quiet ambience
of the dissolving kind. We are elated, dreaming while being awake lost though
firm on the ground, happy despite all our woes and pains. But even in this state, We
are very much there between the experience and the object providing it the bliss of
being depends upon the state of being. However, real bliss is when even this
intermediary existence dissolves out and only the experience of bliss remains.
This is when the senses are not needed to gather the experience, the mind is not
measuring it and the intellect is not qualifying and quantifying it. This is at the
point where time and space not only coalesce but vanish!
Dr Balakrishnan makes many a successful attempt to land in this territory and take the reader with
him. This is not easily done. It takes a lot of dhyana and tapa and ‘patient care’. To go after an
experience for oneself is much less in terms of ambition than taking the one following too to the
experience. A scientist may discern a certain truth and feel happy but he is doubly so if he can also
explain it to the one who has not had the good
fortune to come to it by himself. These poems are modern mantras. The attempt is to use as few
words as possible. Because a word has the habit of confusing unless built well into the structure. And
the structure is one all the time, just as the ocean is one and though
every wave is unique. The roar of the ocean is the combination of all songs sung
by the waves. This poet considers everybody a different wave. The poem becomes a different
experience for different singers. Even the very word may mean a different shade or hue or tone! But
all are attuned to the beauty of orchestration.
In India, classical evaluation of poetry is in terms of the vision encompassed by it
beneath its surface. Ananda Vardhana called it darshanadhwani. In the west the
test is the capability for emotification or evocation. These poems marry the Indian
tradition of poetry with the western. They move us and lead us on to the ultimate and
sublime experience of consummation - the best that can be achieved at the ripening of
the human condition.
I am sure these poems will make this world a better place to live in.
C Radhakrishnan
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Monday, 5 May 2014

THE MULTITUDE- A POEM FROM "THE WAVES OF THE GANGA" BY DR. K.G .BALAKRISHNAN KANDANGATH

  THE MULTITUDE----DR.K.G.BALAKRISHNAN

                            “Their creation does not require the intervention of some
                      supernatural being or god. Rather, these multiple universes
                      arise naturally from physical law.”
                                                        -Stephen Hawking (The Grand Design).

                                     “The How is simple, but
                                     The Why is the Query”-
                                     Proclaimed the Rishi.
                                     This is That an’ That is This;
                                     That’s all.” He assured; “but
                                     It is Uni-Multi Continuum.”
                                     He underlined.

                                     At this nascent juncture,
                                     The Moment transcendent,
                                     Me the Poet perceive the tiniest,
                                     The near-nothingness, the nought-not
                                     Rather how it could be a cipher?
                                     For the Nil too the Arivu,
                                     As still the Space, the Poornam
                                     Where the zero is homed,
                                     Is perpetual, the apprehension.

                                     Concealed the Unitude in the Space,
                                     The Multitude in the Non-Dual,
                                     The uniqueness spells it self its glory;
                                     The Unlimit-ness of the micro an’ macro,
                                     The sanctum instant that amalgamates both,
                                     Are the entire saga bewildering.

                                     That was why the Rishi pronounced thus:
                                     “The Wheel is wheeling!”

                                      Yes, the winking note the microwave,
                                      Originates in space, plays the role,
                                      Reverberates an’ conceals itself
                                      In the Space the Truth.
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                                                  26-11-11
                                          Note-
                                         Arivu=Knowledge (Narayana Guru)
                                          Poornam=Full
      
                                       


                                     

Sunday, 4 May 2014

THE INSANE- THE OPENING POEM OF "THE HUES OF THE HIMALAYA"- NEWLY RELEASED BOOK BY DR.K.G.BALAKRISHNAN (IN AUSTRALIA)-AN AMAZON PUBLICATION,AVAILABLE GLOBALLY.

The Insane
Who did fell the Great Tree?
Once bragging about the pillar;
Tall, strong, stout,
Eternal you were!
Thinking the Savior,
The Shade to the sufferer,
The enduring Protector,
You the celestial Singer!
From thy palm conjured
The breeze soothing;
Too the typhoon thy irk;
The mist the rain, the dew
Dropping as the moment new;
The spring blossoming;
The fragrant benevolence!
Who did fell the Bodhivriksha?
Is the fate?
All are sane but me.
15-1-2012
Note : - Bodhivriksha = the sacred peepul tree (Ref. Sreebudha)
Bodhi = Perfect Knowledge, Enlightment, Budha
Vriksha = Tree

THE DEATH-a poemfrommy newly released (amazon) book "THE HUES OF THE HIMALAYA"

The Death
The string the Long-ness,
I muse the Countless,
The Marvelous;
The drops synthesized,
The morrow-ness!
The reverberation,
The hue-collage,
I ponder,
The tunes sweetening,
The caressing,
Lukewarm breezing,
The loving innovation!
Here, the dot distant,
There, the moment
Far an’ stringent,
The inconstant,
The dynamic knot,
The naughty Naught!
Here the ephemeral,
The float,
The acting post;
The silent note,
The nil-ness eternal,
The jolt!
Here my offering
Pure, entire, full,
Golden-tinged,
Pulse-molded,
Delight!
O the speck!
Me Thy speck-ness;
How could I be
Not alone of Thee?
31-1-2012

Friday, 2 May 2014

Avyayam- dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath- 2-5-2014 
  


  
  
1. Avyayam- dr.k.g.balakrishnan 
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Mom, prospect thine, 
The Intuit intimate mine; 
The sterling sparkling fine, 
Virtuous noble colorless shine. 
  
Soothing wave of the Ganga; 
Fragrance noble care nearing;   
The note tranquilizing, the Sreeraga;  
The ecstatic breezing conjuring. 
  
The smile, ever-haunting; 
As the blossoming Spring; 
Twinkling to be the Spell; 
Being nothing, still an' nil.  
  
Gone the yesterdays; 
Dawning the morning rays; 
The golden light is toning nice; 
My lips hymning thy symphonic   
Rhythmic magnetic rhymes. 
  
Mom, the eternal silence thine, 
Is the Beauty Absolute of mine; 
The song of this tiny quantum time 
Is sweet, sweeter the sweet most prime. 
  
You the dream true pulsing in me; 
You the drop of hope  
For my thirstiness. 
  
A thousand candles illuminating; 
The brilliance blazing glittering; 
The wheel wheeling; 
But lengthening;  
To the unending lightenig, thundering;  
The magic realism; 
The Full-Nil Swing! 
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2-5-2014. 
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(Nascent Poetry. dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath. 
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