Road Into the Fog
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7 comments:
That's green SB. How green is Delhi? I like roads with trees on the sides as in the picture. Coimbatore's major roads used to be green with trees dotting the sides of roads. But today those roads wear a deserted look. For a gain of few meters, which in any case is not used, trees were cut. Cochin is one place where you find lot of small roads (around 20ft), with trees on both sides, leading to arterial roads of the city. The almost sudden shift from greenery to concrete buildings tells a tale of our compromise for growth.
Bala, there was a time when Delhi was one of the top three green capitals of the world. Soon, it joined Tokyo and New jersey as one of the top three most polluted cities of the world. That journey continues...unflaggingly, untiringly, unthinkingly...
The last remaining forest area....the Southern ridge is undergoing the final steps of it last rites...a concrete monster for metro line to airport from has cleaved and gouged the forest area...the concrete muscle with its steel skeletons sticking out from the stubbed pillars and crooss beams hangs above the forest like a grey omen of nature's death...the peacocks, foxes and jacakals, the unique birds and flame-of-the-forest trees...all have been yanked out of their environment and trampled beneath bulldozers..
I wrote against it at different times in the newspapers and environmental blogs before the project started. I joined the immaterial many who wished to save the final bit of green in Delhi....
As you may realize, once the metro is complete, "civiliation" will encroach and squat under the hard concrete unbrella. Goodbye forest, goodbye flora, goodbye fauna...welcome jhuggis, shacks, malls, shops, offices...pavementing...Bloody scoundrels who planned it the way it turned out when alternatives were there. No other way to take that protected area from the indian Forest Department.
The Aravalis have been finally vanquished...
Fogged and bleached,
a highway to heaven-
with treetop clouds.
Bas...you intrigue me!
Treetop clouds on the highway to heaven...fogged and bleached...move over, Stairway to Heaven!
You beat me.
Break it up into lines, make it look like poetry, and you have a tanka or something!
Treetop clouds
on the highway to heaven...
fogged and bleached...
move over,
Stairway to Heaven!
Just like that!
Great.
Not really the syllabic pattern is it!
Baskar, do you have an anthology of your poetry? I used to know an M Bhaskar 8-9 years ago over the net...who was a banker by day and wrote wonderful poetry when the hours leapt alive at night. Sometimes I wonder if he is you...he claimed descendancy from Rabindranath Tagore on his mother's side and wrote about his favorite travels from the peak of Himalayas to the fringes of the Ganges.
Ha ha...
I am nothing like him...
I don't collect anything I write. It makes me feel embarassed.
Honestly.
I think in my brain, where the belief-neurons are supposed to be, there is a big hole.
I don't seem to come to any sort of belief, or any sort of stance. They are constantly changing.
When it happens that way, you obviously don't want to look at what you have said or written yesterday.
As for haiku/ tanka etc.,
Syllables don't count these days.
If you are writing haiku,
short/
long/
short//
is the pattern.
And for the five line poem, tanka, i think, it is
short/
long/
short/
long/
long//
That's it. It is easy.
Regards,
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