Priyadarshan has composed this poem, which fills the air again in the breath of shattered spirits. Priyadarshan is a journalist by profession, but a litterateur by nature. That is why his poems, stories and novels are full of human sensibilities.
I welcome you Pooja Prasad in today’s special podcast of News18 Hindi. Hi. Friends, it is true that it takes a lot of hard work to create. It takes a lot of energy, it takes a lot of time. But, not to spoil. Friends, today I am going to introduce you to a creator who has underlined the difference between breaking and making. One line, one layer at a time, unfolds. The name of this creator is Priyadarshan. Let’s listen to Priyadarshan’s poem – breaking and making
something goes into making
not to destroy
It takes hard work to make. takes time, takes time
just a little power to break
And it takes some intentions.
Yet the makers outweigh the breakers.
They don’t gasp as much as they make
Those who break more than that gasp.
Fatigue never appears on the face of a maker
Looks sweaty, but smiling,
Looks scratchy, but makes the body beautiful.
But never a breaker’s face
Have you watched carefully?
That’s a gasping, sweat-drenched face
In which the whole world is filled with hatred,
More than myself.
Actually the breakers don’t know
that they break themselves first
Whereas the creators create themselves before creating anything.
Actually this is the reason why the hard work of making goes on
The easy act of breaking kills.
The breakers broke a lot of idols, the burners burnt a lot of books
But Buddha still survived, Christ’s cross survived, Kalidasa and Homer survived.
If you make a list of things that are broken, it turns out to be too long.
A sigh comes from the heart that so many things have gone to the end-
How many libraries were burnt, so many buildings were demolished,
so many civilizations were destroyed, so many values forgotten
But this truth is bigger than this frustration
that still things remained
The hands of the makers continued to create something or the other.
New buildings, new civilizations, new idols, new crucifixes, new poems
And the process of rebuilding the broken things in the world.
Whatever the world may be, all the breakers in it,
Those who make it will keep making it again and again
and will keep telling you again and again
That no matter how easy it is to break, it still fails before trying to create.
Priyadarshan has composed this poem, which fills the air again in the breath of shattered spirits. Priyadarshan is a journalist by profession, but a litterateur by nature. That is why his poems, stories and novels are full of human sensibilities. In his blog Bharosa, he has written in his introduction – ‘Birth and studies in Ranchi. Beginning to write. Wrote a lot Wrote by drowning, written out of boredom, written in fun, wrote in passion. Wrote for job. Wrote of my own free will. Written in compulsion, written in sleepiness. Enjoyed writing while writing. Glad to write. Writing still hurts. Written with confidence, written with doubt. I am sharing this belief and doubt with you all. But the poem I am going to read now is certainly not a poem of doubt but a poem of trust. Title: Destroyed Nothing Happens
nothing is destroyed,
Not even a speck of dust,
not even a drop of water
just change form
under the heavy rock of age
Love remains as a little water
And in the salty sea of experience
Hate remains like ashes
Anger wears different faces,
Lets talk about
Grief hides in the bottom,
not much teasing,
Comes out with a light touch,
memory comes as a cloud
in which floats the rainbow of the bygone time
fear comes dark
In which walk the shadows of our secret desires
Sometimes happiness comes
wearing strange clothes
that life is strange in spite of everything
because nothing is destroyed
Not even dust, not even water,
not even life
Truly, no part of human nature is ever destroyed. Similarly, whether a person is angry or his silence – both have their own meaning. Their presence in life is also very important. Priyadarshan has composed a very sensitive poem about anger and silence. So listen to the next poem – Anger and Silence
gets angry at many things
A primitive desire to sabotage everything boils down to
On which Vivek slowly pours cold water
The smoke of this anger remains for some time
you wander restlessly,
Seeing how wrong the world is, how meaningless life is,
look one way you do well
Cause there’s no use for your anger
what you want to break won’t break
and many other things will break
forever and ever
but when the anger is over
Does anger also end?
What is right – mindless anger or sensible silence?
Can there be any sensible anger?
rage in which the right words come out of your mouth
Anything thrown from your hand hits the right target
And break only what you want to break?
But then where would that anger be?
That would include planning, there would be vigilance involved.
Correct hitting will involve balancing
Many people also get such vicious anger
Look at his face, you will not see anger from anywhere
May be, honey is still raining in his words
When the fire is burning in their heart.
you won’t even know
and you will become a victim of their anger
After that to curse one’s own fate or the nature of others
But like the anger of many
The silence of many people is also dangerous
even then you don’t know
that under this ocean of silence, what a blasphemy
they know their limits
And maybe even waiting for your time.
look at law
So after a certain point, there is not much difference between anger and silence.
Sometimes anger also creates silence
And from silence also arises anger
Overall it makes sense
Some people know how to use anger as well as silence.
Anger is currency for them, silence is also
They scream very loudly and fall silent even faster
They know better the scale of their weapons and their targets than you
You are neither angry nor silent
But it neither makes your anger infertile nor your silence is illegitimate.
Just keep a little anger inside you and a little silence too
Not like money, like nature
Because anger creates something and silence also creates
May be, both do not work for you,
but others get strength from him
like you from those others,
Sometimes whose anger tempts you, sometimes whose silence scares you.
I leave you in the midst of this hide and seek game of human nature’s anger and silence. Will see you again in the next podcast with another creator. Till then, bid farewell to Puja Prasad. Hi.