Onv malayalam kavithakal pdf
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Even if the sensory mandal aof the poet is lost by death,her life and ideals live through her words.īut how would the next generations see it? The emotions the world of experiences created in me,the atmosphere of my inner mind where there is always space for hot ovens and for the loved ones,the creative bliss of heaven made each day with clouds ,virgin sunlights ,and fragrant jasmines -Will they be able to enjoy these? The poet expects that they should experience them through her poems. Poetry wears the diamond diadem of dry tears,and the jasmines of life long blossomed and forgotten as memoirs,and poetry has the fragrance of divine altars of soul,and covers the body with the waves of inner moonshine. How does a poet visualize her own poetry? Balamani Amma says:The experiences with beauty and swiftness of lightening become eternal in poetry. Who am I to count the thousand and one wrongs of the city? Thus ,Balamani Amma survives the urban life by her selfanalysis and purity of mind.Įven in the passionate colours of the city she is able to see the whiteness of purty. The eyes that see blemish even in moon,is finding fault with everything. The branch is lucky because only it bears the fruits of future. The root of human civilization is village. Village gives arghya with a wick and city with a electric light. The light and soul sits in darkness and body. The head of the poet is used to bow before the creation of universe.īy habit it bows in front of the city also. From satisfaction ,her journey was to desires and fulfillment of desires. The city is complex and different from the simple village she is so used to. The egoistic man can enjoy only the flower grown in a pot outside his door. Then reaches the urban citylife with her husband and see the winning glory of youth. She saw the beauty of the creation in her teens. In the first stage of life-infancy-the poet was watching the mornings red fruit and she had the support of her fathers strong arm. The soft mind watch the new generation with alove and compassion unparalleled. The softness of mind is increased in old age.
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Only then the heat of earth is reduced and earth awakens to a new consciousness.
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Winds are soft ,not in morning but in evening. In every thought there are several white roses in old age. But what a wrong idea! It is in old age your love lengthens and measures the entire earth and universe like a lengthening shadow. In its ice ,no leaf will show its green in human thought. We are taught that old age is the burialground of love and bliss. When I read this poem in and read her letters to me pregnant with meanings,my eyes moisten with love and gratitude and bliss of being loved. She keeps away the books she has to finish in her hearts corner and finds time for the daughter. Then she remembers that the smile of the girl brings the truth of light to her poems.Īnd the ecstacy of the art is less than her loving embrace for mother. She feels that this new generation is a moonshine and not a grassblade to be ignored. About her Amma writes: You have separated from me As a moonray from a grassblade With bright mountaintops In your eyes ,as goal And inky pen Stands in the path of eternity Immobile and sad….Īnd the creative urge of the daughter reaches her as a farcry from her own past. She disturbs and changes the day to day activities of the old mother. She binds a net of love around which is stronger than a wall. Amma has already traversed the plains and reached the empty mountaintops. Amma is trying to embed the temporary nature of this body within the ice of fame. The same year as my letters and poems were bombarding her with doubts and new poems. The poem of Mother Ammayude kavitha In she wrote the poem of the mother. And she gave it to me freely and happily till she lost consciousness in her old age due to Alzheimers disease. What beauty! It was not pearls or silk skirts or land that I expected ,but the word of wisdom,the blessing of her word as a protective armour. She watched over my progress just as the ancestors did in her poem. My attempts at poetry and literature were looking forward to get a helping hand from her experienced mind. From Balamani Amma used to write to me regularly. And they are eagerly watching over to find the inner growth of the child as their successor to take the torch of wisdom forward. Because ,the the last part makes it clear that they are the ancestors who control the stary heavens. Posthumous conferral - Guptan Nair Kovilan O. Nair, who later became the managing director and managing editor of Mathrubhumia widely circulated Malayalam newspaper.