Seshendra Sharma
Seshendra Sharma Poems
I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews
Hearts are my friends
I live in the city of sufferings
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Chased away by the human bazaars
Silence fled in to the hills
Time flows like water slipping
Out of the fingers
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Vultures of darkness
Are eating my eyeballs
Ringing in the ears
Are bells
...
Bereft of leaves, the naked branch
That spreads onto our balcony
Is the curvature of mystery
Which poses the question eternally
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You may be a mere piece of wood
You are the one symbol of our labour
That raised its head
in the ancient years of the earth
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I am the doll made of your earth,
I am the living being
Breathing your air
I am the garden
...
Why is it blowing so fierce?
This gigantic storm
Sweeping over the country,
A dark heavy blast
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There may be many stones,
Yet there is only one stone
Which measures distances
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Is the flower the Archbishop of a cathedral
Called tree?
Squirrels, birds and insects visit
Its branches like compelled consciences
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My friend your sky is swallowed by Amasya;
on the crossroads times is scattering its excrements on the statues;
Atleast cover the bodies of those voiceless figures with your torn
Rag, they are helplessly shivering in bitter cold-
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We enter a chapter in history when facing life
Is a greater problem than facing death. And a still more
Frightening problem that we should all join together and sing
Laurels to the life doled out to us.
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Even by bloodshed, which is indefinably superior to gold
Dreams did not become realities-
Only fools do not know that
evolution also is subject to evolution-
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Here the sea is caught in the mountains
and the wind in the olives
the bird suspended in the sky of joy
for a moment, like eternity
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Who is flying the flag?You say it is the wind. I say it is the hand. But history says it is both.
When I consider my country's history, a great mother appears before me, leading me, by my hand
When I consider the plight of my nation, millions of wingless birds confront me imploring me to extend my strong hand of help.
Here, the children are carrying the weight of the whole earth on their slender necks.
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Sun in the trees sun in the clouds
Sun in the waters,
Sun in The inner sky,
Sun in the outer sky
...
The crescent
Wept, wept and then waned,
Bricks are sleeping in the walls
Street lamps
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Roads of your looks have no end, but
Your eye are not birds which migrated to other lands.
If you lift your eyes, the whole street rises to the skies,
if you drop them, the street drops to the earth, Friend fix your sight
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In the shade spread by the tree
A
Tiny bush is standing,
Such gentle little thing;
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Seshendra Sharma Biography
Seshendra Sharma An Indian poet Prophet Visionary Poet of the Millennium Rivers and poets Are veins and arteries Of a country. Rivers flow like poems For animals, for birds And for human beings- The dreams that rivers dream Bear fruit in the fields The dreams that poets dream Bear fruit in the people- * * * * * * The sunshine of my thought fell on the word And its long shadow fell upon the century Sun was playing with the early morning flowers Time was frightened at the sight of the martyr- - Seshendra Sharma Seshendra Visionary poet of the millennium October 20th,1927 - May 30th,2007 Parents: G.Subrahmanyam Father, Ammayamma Mother Siblings: Anasuya, Devasena Sisters, Rajasekharam Younger brother Wife: Mrs.Janaki Sharma Children: Vasundhara, Revathi Daughters, Vanamaali, Saatyaki Sons Seshendra Sharma better known as Seshendra is a colossus of Modern Indian poetry. His literature is a unique blend of the best of poetry and poetics. Diversity and depth of his literary interests and his works are perhaps hitherto unknown in Indian literature. From poetry to poetics, from Mantra Sastra to Marxist politics his writings bear an unnerving print of his rare Genius. His scholarship and command over Sankrit, English and Telugu Languages has facilitated his emergence as a towering personality of comparative literature in the 20th Century World literature. T.S.Eliot, Archbald Macleish and Seshendra Sharma are trinity of world poetry and Poetics. His sense of dedication to the genre of art he chooses to express himself and the determination to reach the depths of subject he undertakes to explore place him in the galaxy of world poets / world intellectuals. - - - - - - - Seshendra Sharma is a colossus of modern Indian poetry. He is recipient of the central Sahitya Academy Fellow ship, the highest honor in the literary world of India reserved for immortals of literature. This site presents the essence of the millennium in poetic form. Seshendra's literature is a unique blend of the best of poetry and poetics. In his 1840 feature entitled' the hero as poet'' Thomas Carlyle defines a poet's role gloriously. Carlyle maintains that the poet-prophet speaks to the noble, the pure; thetype for all times and places. Seshendra sarma, the rebel poet of Andhra Pradesh is an example of such an Indian poet-prophets, the'spirits Fierie', who drive the dead thoughts over the universe like withered leaves and quicken the birth of a new, better tomorrow. Seshendra sarma, born in 1927, is a coastal Andhra product. A highly educated and conscious poet with a marked academic and bureaucratic profile. But it is not his visibility in seminar circuits and academic circles that has endeared him to the Andhrites-To Andhrites-and those other Indians who read him in translation-seshendra sarma is the Revolutionary Poet Prophet. His poetry celebrates the clarion-call of resistance. Seshendra: Visionary poet of the millennium *************** Seshendra Sharma is a colossus of modern Indian poetry. This site presents essence of the millennium in a powerful poetic style. Seshendra's literature is a unique blend of the best of poetry and poetics. -MY COUNTRY MY PEOPLE-Modern Indian Epic ******** MY COUNTRY MY PEOPLE-Modern Indian Epic is Seshendra Sharma's magnum opus. This long poem has given a new sense of direction to the contemporary Indian poetry. This Epic has placed Indian poetry on the world map of literature.
The Best Poem Of Seshendra Sharma
The Burning Sun
I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews
Hearts are my friends
I live in the city of sufferings
Although in my fist, I hold an ocean of history
I sculptured man silently
Wings that carried birds
Did not bring them back
I am drinking thick darkness
In the haunts of those forests
Which cry out in agony for the birds
That did not return
Clutching at the garment woven of memories
I twine myself to the feet of my country
Heads that were hanging to the trees
Smile as flowers today in the branches
Hearts that received the bullets
Ring in temples of our land like bells
Blood of theirs nights squeezed and offered
By how many to bring forth this day
They are hanging like icicles
On the ridges of our roofs
Look, it is an iron fist I have
I shall excavate the flame of light
From the rocks of time
I will set fire to the sleep of resisting centuries
To the rivers that run in passion after the sea
I cry halt, command them
To paint the colourless arid lands in green,
Invite back the smile which fled away
In terror from this land,
To the butterfly trudging hungrily for a flower
I shall give a garden
Come children, eat
Bits of nights dipping them in moonlight,
I shall not allow the sun to cheat this sacred day
If he wakes not on the horizon of this land
I shall tear my burning heart
And put it in its place
With the scarlet of my living flesh
Illuminate the earth
I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews
Seshendra Sharma
Seshendra Sharma Comments
Seshendra Sharma Quotes
When a Metaphor dies a civilization dies - Archibald MacLeish
The crime against life, the worst of all crimes, is not to feel"
"Every poet is a teacher; I wish either to be considered as a teacher or as nothing"
The greatest distinction is to be metaphorical; for, it is the only one that demands originality and is a sign of genius -
Without form, the content of literature deprived of its impact, its effective power, is immobile and remains out-side the framework of art -
Poetry is the extension but not expression of personality…. The living poet is to be placed among the dead poets to assess his poetic content….
The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps in the works of the poem so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash and thunder in
Poet is really thief of fire … he is responsible for humanity - even animals - - - - - - The hand with the pen is no better than the hand on plough
In order to understand the social demand properly, the poet must be at the centre of affairs and events
Science cognizes reality in concepts, while art in images
A poet who has forgotten his own poems is either a pooer poet or else he has written poor poetry. A Good Poet remembers all his good poetry
Each line has been discovered, each has been created.. Mayakovsky is poetry's laborer
Out of the way usages give dignity and transform the common speech Aristotle
Poetry is essentially tendentious - - … To shape and plan the rhythm, the basis of all poetry, which runs through it in the form of a subdued roar, . Gradually you begin to extract individual words from the roar.
I want to be a poet and I am working to make myself a seer. The poet makes himself a seer by along prodigious and rational dis - ordering of the senses; there is unspeakable torture during which he becomes the great patient the great criminal and the great learned one among men; for he arrives at the unknown
One returns from the inspired state as one return from the foreign country. The poem is the legend of the journey
People must dream.. if a man has no dream to cherish he turns into an animal. Dreams impel progress. And the greatest dream is socialism
The breadth of the problem is great; for, the poet is the representative, . He stands among partial men for the complete man, and appraises us not of his wealth but of the commonwealth
The universe has three children. born at one time, which appear under different names in every system of though... the know er, the Doer, and the Sayer. They stand respectively for the love of truth, for the love of good, and for the love of beauty. The poet is the sayer, the namer and represents beauty. He is a sovereign and stands on the center.
Human behavior flows from three main sources. desire, emotion, and knowledge.. Desire has its seat in the loins...... Emotion its seat in the heart...... knowledge its seat in the head
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