Mamta Agarwal

Rookie - 0 Points (March 27,1951 / India)

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Sitting By Bonfire! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! - Poem by Mamta Agarwal

Sitting by bonfire…

Sitting on a December night by the bonfire
Glanced up and saw stars sparkle like sapphires.
Sparks were rising up like glow worms; why
At that moment flashed across my mind’s eye

Vincent Van Gogh’s famous painting ‘Starry Night’.
How restless he felt about getting it somehow right.
Silently contemplating nature with a painter’s eye,
He felt compelled and determined to give it a try.

The thought for long haunted and preoccupied his mind.
To the mystery and essence of night, in spirit aligned.
Finally he decided to paint it on the spot by the river at night.
Excited to paint under the moon, stars, a little artificial light.

Lo, what you see is a painting of night not dark or black.
Done with beautiful blue, violet, and green to illuminate.
He singled out colours that would express what he felt.
Blend of serenity and dizziness and what to him it meant.

Thus he was able to attain the mystic dream of youth.
Through painting to assuage his thirst for the truth.
It became an act of faith, in a state of meditation.
I reflected, is art an effective path for salvation…

What leads to this slow and sure transformation of man,
Into an artist, musician and a poet- is it Creator’s plan...
Does the intensity, seclusion lead some to brink of insanity.
As I had in my teens read his tragic and sad biography.

Do we live in chains and prisons of our own making?
Does it have to do with events beyond control; destiny?
Aware of his fractured psyche, calmly told his brother Theo;
One lesson I have learnt is not ever to complain for sure.

My eyes drifted to dying ambers, just when my son asked me;
Would you like me to add more logs; came out of my reverie.
We walked on the gravel path towards the lodge in silence.
He said Mom; should spend more time in Sunshine, with nonchalance...

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  • premji premji (5/19/2010 5:11:00 AM)

    dear mamtaji,

    only a mad man can understand van Gogh... he was a man wild at heart, mad at soul........ only mad men did something great for mankind..........
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  • (3/31/2010 8:35:00 PM)

    sweet thoughts, sweet poem.the last para is very attractive.
    'My eyes drifted to dying ambers, just when my son asked me;
    Would you like me to add more logs; came out of my reverie.
    We walked on the gravel path towards the lodge in silence.
    He said Mom; should spend more time in Sunshine, with nonchalance... '
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  • (3/11/2010 7:20:00 AM)

    An artist getting into the mind of another
    great artist, only the art form is different.
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  • Vidi Writes (3/1/2010 12:31:00 AM)

    Its a great talent to visulaize and get into our own trance
    Give figure to all those read and heard, take a stance

    Being indiffernt at comfort zone is everyone's call
    Concern to High culture and tradition, is not by all.

    Great write my dear poet... i love each line of concern here.
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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (2/28/2010 3:38:00 AM)

    quite long but i think it's enjoyable... nice write (Report) Reply

  • (2/11/2010 11:59:00 PM)

    Beautiful poetic tribute to Vangogh and his work...i had written elsewhere in PH the following lines:

    'I gave a portrait to a poet;
    It came out with its heart inside
    In musical lines laureate! '

    I am happy to find how i am proven right while reading this poem yours, Mamta...thanks...10
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  • (2/9/2010 11:23:00 AM)

    We are prisoners of fate or are we restricting ourselves? This question gets answered in various forms as we grow. I never got a reassuring answer.

    Lovely poem from a trance...
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  • (2/8/2010 10:24:00 PM)

    Your empathy with the great painter is exceptional.
    His life was tragic in many ways. But, genius has
    a life ot its own. And his, 'Starry Night' will
    speak well of him for centuries to come.
    Thank you for this wonderful write.


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  • Sandra Martyres (2/8/2010 11:16:00 AM)

    You paint some mesmerising images here bringing to life Van Gogh's 'Starry Night' - a very beautiful write Mamta with a great ending (Report) Reply

  • Allemagne Roßmann (2/7/2010 11:01:00 PM)

    Sitting a thought
    Sensation.........................why every good things start with an S
    and i hope they don't have the evil eye-the eye of Satan Saturn

    When i went to India and Pakistan in 2005-i liked many things with S-Siachen Srinagar, Saharanpur, Sialkot, .............and i liked a mom calling her daughter-beckoned as Sheena--meaning a snow doll-some astrologer saw my hand then and said i will be robbed off every good things in life for two decades-and more ghastly would be the first seven and half years of each 2.5 yrs multiplied by 3 change of phases--SATURN

    I wore something called sapphire then so that i retain the blue vale of abundance and success in life-

    But alas! But anyways i wish you with all what i wished-may god come with your cherishments.....10/10 for your feelings here.It touched my heart.
    Shimla, Shillong
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  • (2/6/2010 9:20:00 PM)

    what a deep brooding definitely leads to has a great responsibility of making human beings...only if human is well made he can handle science and technology without making it a burden (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 13, 2010

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