The poem Jashna de Din (the
days of celebrations) is a bitter satire on the state of the
Indian Republic as it is after 50 years of Independence. The
poet in this poem exhorts the reader not to be unduly perturbed.
He avers, "Don't take it to heart if the targets have not
been achieved or if the caravans have gone astray or if the
predators have joined them in the garb of hermits... what is
there if voice prevails over virtue... or if the ideals and
beliefs are shattered everyday... or if the gods and demons
again churn the ocean together; whether nectar or venom comes
out of it, don't bother."
The poem
carries forward the same consciousness that had once forced the
poet to take to the path of armed revolution. But now he can
only lament or feebly grieve. He has made a number of
compromises and sometimes in his disillusionment feels lonely.
The poem "Ikall" (loneliness) has three movements. The
poet says that the day's newspapers with their screeching
headlines are knocking at his door. Despite the usual busy
routine and the din of the day, the poet is unconsciously
possessed by a spell of loneliness, unleashing a sad train of
thoughts. This inner vacuum and silence grow on the heart. This
loneliness and inner void could be the product of "broken
images" littered all over the place. Many a writer with
strong ideological moorings has fallen prey to this kind of
disillusionment particularly, after the collapse of the
socialist utopia.
Nikki Dunia
(My little world) is a beautiful poem about the cognitive
process and the appropriation of the world by an individual when
he fans out in his surroundings. This is how being-in-itself
becomes being-for-itself and then being-for-others. The
individual's small world slowly expands into the infinite
universe through the process of "knowing" and
"doing" and thus assimilating it cognitively, making
it a part of his consciousness.
The role of
language in this adventure is emphasised in the poem Pachhan
(identity). The use of words and expressions gives a unique
identity to each individual. But this identity also turns out to
be an illusion, a kind of maya of the Advaita Vedanta.
In the poem Bharon the poet says, "Lorhda si kujh
te kujh milda riha/Jo nahi si apna/Oh apna lagda riha/Par gumia
kidhre/Jo rahinda bhalda/Tan hi aksar/Sanghne nehre 'ch dive
balda/Karamat ho jan da/Koi bharam sochin palda". (What
I got was at variance with what I desired. What didn't belong to
me appeared as my own. I lost somewhere what I longed for. So I
lighted the lamps in the inky darkness with loads of illusions
in the mind hoping for a miracle to take place).
The birds of desire keep flying
high and the poet gathers himself to assert that he has a lot of
dash and stamina in the wings, no matter gusty winds are blowing
around. In one of the ghazals the poet maintains, "Let
there be gloworms, if not the stars in the dark night. I have
scattered around the burning pieces of my smouldering
existence". With this kind of disintegration, the poet
waits for the ultimate message. In the poem Bulawe di Udeek (waiting
for the call) the poet says, "I shall move forward as soon
as I receive the call. Somebody will kindle my inert thinking
and set it in motion. The thrill of the new journey will
recharge the body. I may leave more footprints on the dusty
paths...." So the poet moves on from one world to another.
If Halwarvi, a senior journalist from Chandigrh, continues
composing poems, he is likely to turn a little mystical and
transcendental.
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