hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 67,038 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

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  • Gold Star - 67,038 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/15/2015 6:05:00 PM)

    Mastermind

    You think very fast! Indeed,
    The soul is taken away to frighten mankind
    As main key lies with creator or mastermind
    This is true. Even a saint like person like Tagore apprehends though not mortal death but death in people's mind after he passes away. He has no answer.


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 15,2015

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  • Gold Star - 67,038 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/14/2015 11:28:00 AM)

    Peaceful unification: =

    14 May 2015
    TO: Hashmukh-ji
    Your poetic reply again enthuses me. However, Vaishnavite cult had deep influence on Tagore in contemplation of which mundane Death is not the human goal to achieve peace, which following quote from your poetic reply implies ~
    Peaceful unification
    With life’s cessation
    It is really an inexplicable 'passion' of mankind, without isolating an individual, which the Vaishnavites wanted to raise to a lofty spiritual height. However, having a superficial idea about this medieval cult, I'll look wiser less I try to explain it.
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 14,2015

  • Gold Star - 67,038 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/13/2015 11:21:00 AM)

    so we talk

    13 May 2015
    TO: Hashmukh-Ji & Supratik
    With his gift of faculty for instant poetry, Hashmukh-Ji has re-surfaced the spirit of 'Sagarika' that Indians went abroad
    for trade with genuine goodwill sans any sinister greed, unlike the Europeans who have simply caused havoc world wide for centuries ~
    We had deep roots for cultural relation
    We imparted peace and stability

  • Gold Star - 67,038 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 7:13:00 PM)

    TO: Mr. Hashmukh Mehta I can answer your splendid poem only in Tagore's language, mine being too crass ~ 55. Poem: To Bloom [Phool Fotano in Bengali by Rabindranathnath Tagore from his book ‘Kheya’ (Ferry)

  • Gold Star - 67,038 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 7:12:00 PM)

    What is usw of =

    TO: Mr. Hashmukh Mehta I can answer your splendid poem only in Tagore's language, mine being too crass ~ 55. Poem: To Bloom [Phool Fotano in Bengali by Rabindranathnath Tagore from his book ‘Kheya’ (Ferry) (1906-1907 period) ]. [Translator’s note: However much man may try to emulate God in creating beautiful things, his creations can never match God’s. The seemingly simplest entity in God’s animate world (and even the inanimate one)) , is an object of wonder, a flower being exemplary thereof which manifests from God’s meditation for it over ages. The pragmatists may try to explain this phenomenon by Darwin’s ‘theory of evolution’ or like dogmas to gauge this unfathomable mystery of creation, yet, at the back of their mind they know – “…..The path of Thy creation Thou have strewn with deception….” There may never be dearth of braggarts to beguile themselves with the belief that man has caught up with God, if not for anything else, but at least for his ability to-day to ‘clone’ even a human being, what to speak of a lamb or flower! This complacence notwithstanding, the fact is, the great feat of ‘cloning’ wholly stands on the biological base evolved by God over eternity, which man can never brush aside to start from the scratch. Man is simply a captive to the Arcanum of God’s creative process, being its infinitesimal bye product, thus ever incapable to perceive the whole of it, though often with height of audacity that he is God’s peer, maybe to His amusement. So, all brilliance of man notwithstanding, in whichever field, the poet’s ‘no confidence’ in man, as this poem depicts, is hardly belied.] Bloom you can’t, None of you – Verbose however, Despite all endeavor, All your flaunt, Passions day and night And strokes at the stalk With all your might, None, with all your power Can bloom a flower. With your relentless sight Its tenderness you may blight, Its bunches you may tear apart In dust to smart. Amidst your babel If its lips will reveal Its hue and fragrance Will not radiate thence. So, by no means oh man, Flowering a bud you can. But, He who can bloom Does as His boon – Only opens His eyes And, as their ray lies On the bud there, Spells of animation bare; So, He who can bloom, Of His own can groom The flower tender With all its wonder. At His breath, in an instant, The flower does bend, Poised for a flight Stretching its wings light Of the leaves As the wind heaves. With décor of many a hue Pining for a passionate clue How one to entice – Spread its fragrance nice. He who can bloom a flower, At ease graces the bower

  • Gold Star - 67,038 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 6:46:00 PM)

    Now no use

    12 May,2015
    TO: Hashmukh-Ji
    Your poetic presentation much better explains me the import of the Tagore's poem
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 12,2015

  • Gold Star - 67,038 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/12/2015 6:25:00 PM)

    Daiky struggle

    12 May 2015
    TO: Mr. Ashutosh Dimri
    Because the natural mutual affection between parents and their children is on the wane, we have to simulate it by celebrating 'parents' day' etc. Hashmukh-ji rightly points out that the fault is not one-sided but that parents also are to blame as they send their children away from home for their better career and also be beneficiary to it. But, is there any way out in our world that has adopted 'cut throat competition' as our only means of 'progress'?
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 12,2015

  • Gold Star - 67,038 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/8/2015 11:36:00 AM)

    Tagore's birthday

    8 May,2015
    TO: MR.Hashmukh Mehta
    You are really an instant poet! How could you compose such a wonderful poem so instantly! Even Tagore would admire it depicting essence of a good number of his poems/songs which are ringing in my my mind, but I've to scratch my head a lot to divulge those out of my mind, which I may try later possibly.
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 08,2015

  • Gold Star - 67,038 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/8/2015 11:31:00 AM)

    Hit and run

    May 2015
    TO: Mr. Hasmukh Mehta
    Dear Hashmukh-ji,
    By virtue of the full-text of your poem more skeletons have come out of the cupboard. Now, I can identify the culprit who hit the headline recently and recall all the newspaper reportage of his hypocrisy and his vile attempts to evade justice.
    It is your genius to pick up even relatively insignificant events, which nevertheless betray deep malaise in our society, and give those a poetical shape.
    I try to read some postings in MI apparently interesting, surely including yours, as much as my severe neurotic problems permit.Of course, I don't attempt to respond to all to minimize strain on my nerves.
    Yours sincerely,
    Rajat Das Gupta


    Rajat Das Gupta, Kolkata
    May 08,2015

  • Gold Star - 67,038 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/7/2015 7:24:00 PM)

    Change the angle...

    Thanks a lot @Hasmukh Metha....you are a great inspirational force always...


    Ghulam Mohammad Khan, Ghulam Mohammad Khan
    May 07,2015

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