Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg..........Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject - John Keats .........Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge - William Wordsworth ..........Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato .........No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge .........One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves - W. H. Auden ...........Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash - Leonard Cohen .........There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know - William Cowper .........Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood -T. S. Eliot ..........Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason - Novalis...........He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life - George Sand .........A poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery ........A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland - Kahlil Gibran.............Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance - John Keats..........To be a poet is a condition, not a profession - Robert Frost........A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself - E. M. Forster.........Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo - Don Marquis...........Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things - T. S. Eliot ..........You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick. You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in - Dylan Thomas .........Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words - Paul Engle......... There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away! Lord Byron

Sonnet Mondal - India

 

From the Bow of Battle

 

Sitting with backs to each other

two worlds converge in the borderline

of an estuary with the ocean of skies.

 

Thinking as a lazy habit fails to decide

the course of waters ready to flow

like sprinters waiting for gun fire.

 

A haze in the western sky blocks

vision which returns like wounded soldiers

from an ongoing battle.

 

From the swelling land nickel plated rain

drops jump to life and fall to shadows

in the half eaten darkness

still fighting with watered-down rays.

 

 

Routine of 21st Century

 

Sounds of the air cooler as an industry

beating the falling beats of rain pulls me to bed

disfigures my pillow and hairs.

 

A strong inhaling breath

hangs me midway between sleep and dreams.

 

Window panes clap at mermaids

leaping in and out of water filled pools...

 

Magic of outside ruled by the snoring cooler

is a daily decorum and alarm

of a corporate life.

 

 

Illusive Stones

 

Shining stones, unturned for centuries

twists fixed parts

heads out of the waters to a malformed world.

 

 Waterborne wafts,

same as the time without civilizations;

a respite for the unspoken lives

                                     returning from hibernation.

 

Stuck in the roots and underground currents,

feetless stones budge

                                               devoid of significance.

 

Bikers and drivers race beside the sturdy highway-

eyes and head fixed in fashion

minds gripped in hard beating headphones.

 

 

A bellowing cow shaking its horns,

restless on its feet

breaks the vision of a tourist

the witness to the picture driven story

 

as buffalos move out of the ancient stones

                                              and trembling waters.

 

 

The Smell of Past

 

Cancerous smoke

cradling in the lap of fluids

leaves legacy in crippled skins.

 

Hunter boots lying in the corner-

 

Socks scattered

in broken webs of spider-

 

Regret trying to dig through

the heap of three scores

ends up with soil and mud-

 

Somewhere in the mixture a smell

of the incurable past.

  

 

Being Alone

 

 And what was that thin squeal about? I remember

it beside my afternoon nap;

perhaps the same reverbs(in mind)

and it designs earthly objects moving in unearthly stance.

 

Calendar rubbing against the cracked plasters

and steadily snoring table fan offers bizarre visions.

 

just a result of those vampire films (on the idiot box)?

 

This mental barrenness is lending the night an option (to overpower)

and those irrational film makers a success.

Let me have a try with these earphones; at least rock music

wouldnt squeal in an alien way.

 

***

 

Sonnet Mondal is an award winning poet and the founder of The Enchanting Verses Literary Review. He has authored eight collections of poetry and was bestowed Poet Laureate from Bombadil Publishing, Sweden in 2009. He was inducted in the prestigious Significant Achievements Plaque at the museum of Bengal Engineering and Science University, Shibpur in 2011, awarded The Ascacra International Poetry award in 2011, nominated for Pushcart Prize in 2011 and was featured as one of the Famous Five of Bengali youths by India Today magazine in 2010. He has also been featured as An Achiever 2010 in The Herald of India, in Eview Points of Rockfordkingsley, U.S.A., in the 'Tea with George' March feature of Desperanto Publications Ltd., 2012 and Writer of The Month June 2012 at The Spark Magazine. His works have appeared in several international literary publications including The Stremez (Supported by The Ministry of Culture, Macedonia), The Sheepshead Review (University of Wisconsin, Green Bay), The Penguin Review (Youngstown State University), Two Thirds North (Stockholm University), California State Poetry Quarterly (California State Poetry Society), Nth Position, The Journal (Poetry Society of India) , Holler (Princeton Poetry Project) and Friction Magazine (New Castle University & New Castle Centre of Literary Arts) to name a few. Sonnet is the pioneer of the 21 line Fusion Sonnet form of Poetry. His works have translated in Macedonian, Italian, Albanian, Urdu, Arabic, Hindi, Telugu and Bengali. At present he is the Editor of Best Poems Encyclopedia- Indian division, Poetry Editor of The Abandoned Towers Magazine, Guest Editor at Virgogray Press, US.A.  and the honorary Sub Secretary General of Poetas Del Mundo, Chile. Most recently, he has been enlisted as a National Record Holder as The First Indian to write a new type of Sonnet Poetry at the Indian Book of Records.

Details of his works can be found at www.sonnetmondal.com

  

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