Best Recast Poems
Him fountain of eternal joy from
Where life is renewed,
Ageing and life to be drained out, exit
From the world is nigh,
When suddenly comes a call from him
Above, who regulates
The flow of life through cycles of many
Births and deaths, to stop.
Suddenly sounds the drum from sky for the
Second act of play,
Life really awakens, drooping life
Joyfully responds to the call;
The wintry night desolate soon turns
Into a joyous spring day,
Undoing death, His rhythm and dance
Rejuvenates life force.
The flow of life from star to star
Follows the rhythm of his dance,
Freed from the confinement of matters
Th'Earth finds salvation;
With multitudinous fruits and grains and
Flowers of myriad hues
Her baskets of seasons are filled to the
Till and brim and all.
Thus she attains the fulfillment at the
Touch of his dancing feet,
The flow of life gushes up from death
Following incessantly
The pattern of his rhythm and dance, to the
Tune of his golden flute;
In the tornado of this violent dance,
All that is withered falls.
The triumphal arch of life is erected
Midst the joyful tunes,
And the journey of this spring meanders
Towards the fountain again.
This poem was originally written in Bengali Language by Rabeendranath Tagore. Its Bengali Title was Udbodhan. It was then translated into English by Mr. Rabeendranath Choudhury who expressed his wish that somebody from some other generation may attempt the rest so that all the English-speaking people may enjoy India's Pride. And here it is, slightly edited and recast in the true poetic form by P.S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum.
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Ages there are in which the ration'l man
And th'intuitive stand side by side, the one
In fear of intuition, or scorn for abstraction;
Irrational one, the other inartistic.
They both desire to rule over their life,
Unreal or real, counting life to be.
Prudence, foresight and regularity,
The means with which one meets needs principal.
One o'erjoyed hero disregards these needs,
Counts life as beauty and an illusion.
As in the 'case in ancient Greece, th'intuitive,
Handles his weapons authoritatively,
Victoriously than his opponent, and
Establishes art's mastery over life.
All utensils we use in daily life,
Were made from art, not from our pressing needs.
Houses, our clothes, our clay jugs, all them were
Intended to express exalted joy.
Guided by abstractions and concepts, we
Succeeds in warding off our misfortunes,
Without ever gaining any happiness;
So that's the case the ration'l man's life is.
Th'intuitive man, aim freedom from his pain,
Standing a-firm amidst his culture's frame,
Reaps cheer, illumination and redemption.
Defense against misfortunes, he obtains.
I was once advised to read Nietzsche's 'On Truth And Lies In A Non-moral Sense.'I do not read Nietzsche; I sing it. I sing 'On Truth And Lies In A Non-moral Sense' this way. I am sad to observe that Nietzsche did not write it this way but in his eloquent flowing prose. Unfortunately, when I look at such prose and skim content, lines appear this way to me.
A Poem By P.S.Remesh Chandran. Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books. Trivandrum.
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Like wine uncorked to breathe the air,
my heart and mind become
The richness of this life I’ve lived,
a fortune e’er begun
Not looking back, but looking in,
the key to feelings past
Where hides a treasure, memory locked,
—a legacy recast
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Love Recast, Forever Vanishes
With you gone, the orange sun sets just to die
don't ask me silly questions why
Is it not enough that I bled for your touch?
never asking for joy too much!
That I once sat silently watching you sleeping
each and every heartbeat reassuring me that you live!
Your love secrets I gathered into my safe keeping,
giving you all I ever had to give!
With you gone the earth sits barren and crying,
a cry so very dark and shrill
Dark clouds descend- Announcing our love dying,
as fate hurries to hand me the bill
Surely you know I'll never dare to pay,
for sadness, heartache and misery so very deep
You sent- nothing left to say,
then walked away knowing my spirit would weep!
A new day has now arrived to gently recast
to another, the love you promised to forever last.
Robert L. 09- 21- 1999
Still have my small journal , so I resurrected this
one..
I hope that it pleases ....
let's get up with a deep breath
while it's still morn
and cast our own bright sun
not let this gloomy day
dictate a sour mood
let's you and I
jump up with joy
and infuse our day
with fun and laugh
and wild adventure
until exhausted
we paint ourselves
a most magnificent
well earned sunset
AP: 3rd place 2020
Like wine uncorked to breathe the air,
my heart and mind become
The richness of this life I’ve lived,
all fortune on the run
Not looking back, but looking in,
the key to feelings past
Where hides a treasure, memory locked
—its legacy recast
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)