Ananta Madhavan

A Flight Of Parakeets - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

There is no name for this hint of 'suchness'
Erupting through an ordinary day,
Not as a reasonable grief, a consequence
Of known bereavement, some interior death
Which daily robs me of my magnitude -
(A politic smirk or ignoble word) ,
But as a causeless mood, a light filtered
From un-lived moments, keeping its own logic,
Which is not answerable to the tragic
Act of living. There is a strange richness
In this surrender, when the bounds of the body
Are broken and the mind is in flood,
And suddenly there is a drowning glimpse
Of parakeets in target-shooting dusk.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A personal 'sonnet' I wrote, on returning from
my office in New Delhi some 50 years ago: I tried to revisit a mood I felt while looking out of my balcony at dusk. It was printed by a newspaper soon after submission.

Comments about A Flight Of Parakeets by Ananta Madhavan

  • Bharati Nayak (6/14/2016 5:15:00 AM)

    A wonderful poem- - - -Some beautiful feelings come in some dull moments - - - there is no explanation for 'suchness'- -It is like a light that filters from 'unlived moments'- - - There is a strange richness in this surrender, when the bound of the body is broken and mind is in flood.
    It is like getting inspiration when mind opens up to higher thinking or a feeling of blissfulness.
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    (6/15/2016 11:25:00 PM)

    Thank you poet Bharati Nayak, I felt exalted when I first saw your commendation of this poem in PH. I know from your poem that you like birds that take wing, because they convey a sense of freedom and togetherness, of homing instinct and love of water, fresh air and clouds too. A friend who
    was learning to float on a glider, took me as a companion once. He died a few years later, but the
    memory of gliding over suburbs, roofs, terraces and fields is a cherished 'memento mori'.
    I am deeply grateful to you for reading and commenting on some of my fragmented verses. It spurs an
    amateur to find a reader like you who has impressions close to one's own feelings. This, although
    one may be separated by age and distance. Please tell me which of your poems you would like me to
    read; I shall do so. Due to Internet difficulty and lack of expertise, my response has been delayed, but
    it is genuine. Cordially, A.M.

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  • Valsa George (12/3/2015 2:38:00 AM)

    ......... There is a strange richness
    In this surrender, when the bounds of the body
    Are broken and the mind is in flood,

    A beautiful description of a mental state! From the monotony of daily rituals and life's bereavements and heart aches, when we allow our body to be free, our mind gathers a new richness and the scenes around suddenly begin to glow in a new light. The flight of parakeets in the dusk captures your attention, bringing in sudden joy! Lovely write!
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    (12/3/2015 8:55:00 PM)

    Thank you, dear Poet Valsa George, for your affirmative comment on this poem; written decades ago, that I remembered on reading your praise of birds on the wing. Your reading gives me both encouragement and the urge to 'strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield', (Tennyson's last line in 'Ulysses') . Madhavan

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 1, 2014

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