"Fake Is A Poet" by Ramoozi Bekhudi
Analysis by : Tariq Ahmad Tariq
Behrampora Rafiabad.
Analysis by : Tariq Ahmad Tariq
Behrampora Rafiabad.
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| Tariq Ahmad Tariq |
Fake is a poet
fake is all he lives
You should know something
before falling in love
with the poet
the fake poet
fake is all he lives
You should know something
before falling in love
with the poet
the fake poet
Love him enough
he shall still look for voids in his being
and sing songs of incompleteness
(songs of a world which he thinks
is beyond love)
as if nothing can bring him back to life
not even your most passionate kiss
your velvet hands would try and fail
and still try and fail to pull him out of his
inertia of gloom.
show him your scars,
he will call it fate
make him your fate
he will mould, remould, kneed, throw
and bounce you as per his whims
like a baby does to his first handful of dough
he shall still look for voids in his being
and sing songs of incompleteness
(songs of a world which he thinks
is beyond love)
as if nothing can bring him back to life
not even your most passionate kiss
your velvet hands would try and fail
and still try and fail to pull him out of his
inertia of gloom.
show him your scars,
he will call it fate
make him your fate
he will mould, remould, kneed, throw
and bounce you as per his whims
like a baby does to his first handful of dough
Dont love him back, dont reciprocate
see him assemble suns and stars
at the sole of your feet, to warm your heart
to light up your eyes
he shall only talk of love
as if loving you is the only act of worship
and you are his demigod
he will conspire
conspire to yeild melody from flowers
and fragrance from your words
and will manipulate
all seasons to suit your moods
he shall compare the dust of your bylanes
with the sacred friday kohl of his eyes
see him assemble suns and stars
at the sole of your feet, to warm your heart
to light up your eyes
he shall only talk of love
as if loving you is the only act of worship
and you are his demigod
he will conspire
conspire to yeild melody from flowers
and fragrance from your words
and will manipulate
all seasons to suit your moods
he shall compare the dust of your bylanes
with the sacred friday kohl of his eyes
he cant be owned
he isnt a whole
he is a consolidation
of many lives, dreams, emotions, nothingness
he doesnt belong to himself
he belongs to the process of consolidation
he isnt a whole
he is a consolidation
of many lives, dreams, emotions, nothingness
he doesnt belong to himself
he belongs to the process of consolidation
Fake is a poet
Fake is all he writes.
Fake is all he writes.
Rumuz E Bekhudi
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Analysis By:
Tariq Ahmad Tariq:
I have tried to analyse this poem
This poem apparently follows the rhythm of natural speech. The poet has used extended metaphor and explained 'a poet' being fake. The poet has lavishly used poetic techniques to prove her claim. The metanomy in the second line followed by the restatement towards the end of the stanza helps her make her point strong.
The poet has, next, tried to convey how self-centric the poet[the poet in the poem] is by presenting a contrast how he fails to accomodate somebody's love for him. He persists in his plaintive whimsies and denies to taste the nude life. The poet, next, dubbs him as a brute traitor who believes in manupulations. He makes flowers moan, and those of words spread scent. By keeping depressed he spoils the sweetness of the seasons. The height of his ego is manifested when he keeps the dust and the coveted kohl in the same tray. The poet restates towards the end that 'the poet' ceases to belong himself, how come he own the world.
The poetess has drawn good conclusions. She describes one person who is a poet. The phrase 'a poet', means some one poet. May be she herself;. May be some poet she knows. She has made honest introspection how human differ in word and deed. Hers is a poem [satire], not a sermon. Her sponteanous overflow of emotions deserve our appalauses for her being original.
Long ago Coleridge braved to write his lines on the same topic -
Sir, i admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show,
That every fool is not a poet.
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Analysis By:
Tariq Ahmad Tariq:
I have tried to analyse this poem
This poem apparently follows the rhythm of natural speech. The poet has used extended metaphor and explained 'a poet' being fake. The poet has lavishly used poetic techniques to prove her claim. The metanomy in the second line followed by the restatement towards the end of the stanza helps her make her point strong.
The poet has, next, tried to convey how self-centric the poet[the poet in the poem] is by presenting a contrast how he fails to accomodate somebody's love for him. He persists in his plaintive whimsies and denies to taste the nude life. The poet, next, dubbs him as a brute traitor who believes in manupulations. He makes flowers moan, and those of words spread scent. By keeping depressed he spoils the sweetness of the seasons. The height of his ego is manifested when he keeps the dust and the coveted kohl in the same tray. The poet restates towards the end that 'the poet' ceases to belong himself, how come he own the world.
The poetess has drawn good conclusions. She describes one person who is a poet. The phrase 'a poet', means some one poet. May be she herself;. May be some poet she knows. She has made honest introspection how human differ in word and deed. Hers is a poem [satire], not a sermon. Her sponteanous overflow of emotions deserve our appalauses for her being original.
Long ago Coleridge braved to write his lines on the same topic -
Sir, i admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show,
That every fool is not a poet.
Present generation of poets try hard to keep art and life poles apart. Respecting this rule, the poetic piece needs to take us to wonderlands but need not necessarily allow us stay there. The poet and the poetry need not necessarily be the same. It can some times be a mirror image.
From a classroom teacher
Tariq Ahmad Tariq
From a classroom teacher
Tariq Ahmad Tariq
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