Sangeeta critiques Tagore’s music and poetry, highlighting their universal themes that heal, provide solace, and inspiration, exclusively for Different Truths.
A redolent breeze sweeps through the heart in myriad hues, that do away with the landscapes of thoughtlessness and insensitivity on listening to Tagore, his tales, his universal introspection through his rendition of a magnanimous world.
Tagore beamingly speaks and vanquishes the craziness of manmade boundaries dressed in conceit.
When the high-lashing tides on my shores appear as the greatest rival, trying to dampen my surging thoughts, the musical notes of:
Graamchhaara oi ranga matir path,
Amar mon bhulay re,
Ore kaar paane mon haat baariye,
lutiye jaay dhulay re.
My king’s road that lies still before my house
Makes my heart wistful.
It stretches its beckoning hands towards me.
The song stealthily makes its entry and then with a spur gobbles the fury of the tide.
These wafting musical notes of Tagore build the stamina to meet the challenges of the condition however pathetic it may be.
Sometimes the doors of my mind seem locked and heavy, thud, thud bangs on my head.
My hometown Haflong, Dima Hasao, in Assam, enveloped with the Barail ranges speaks with a hush and whispers sweet nothings when the generous zephyr wraps it in a delicious fold. Fog plays an indulgent game of hide and seek. The sight beckons with its ethereal phenomenon, and I lose myself in the timeless stroll, wandering adrift the bosom of Barail.
Inspiration makes a conquest in this enchanting land of mystery where Tagore’s script gleams with the lines.
“Esho shyamolo sundaro,aano tabo taaphora trishahore,
sangosudha birohini chaahiye aakashe.”
Welcome verdurous splendour, offer your cool, thirst-quenching presence.
The lovelorn lady stares longingly towards the skies.
I came back from the stroll, my headache forgotten and gone.
The aching heart is often inflicted with questions as I reminisce through the corridors of injustice. The heart swells with a dull yearning for vengeance because of the insults and injuries and no explanation can erase the living hell of these crippled thoughts, though reason and consolation try to fight tooth and nail to erase the ache.
I put on the music to restrain the devilish master from getting the upper hand.
The songs of Tagore float through the air, and slowly my tormented thoughts go downstairs. The antagonist in me is reborn.
The ladder of desire for something fresh and anew is put before me for climbing higher to freedom from my stinking thoughts.
O’ Tagore, I am contented, my aspirations take a new turn.
I am not bothered by the grievances of the past.
“ Aalo aamar aalo ogo aalo bhuban bhara,
Aalo nayan dhowa aamar aalo hriday Hara
Naache aalo, naache o bhai aamar praner kaache”.
Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!
Aah the light dances, my dear at the centre of my life.
The cruel, indomitable materialistic world ensnares one in its clutches, the double-edged sword of selfishness has dimmed reasons. So many times, I find myself talking to clones and replicas of real humans with hearts. Fake beauty shrieks with lifeless smiles.I am sadly astir, that I cannot fit in this wilderness of clouded lustre and untruth.
Tagore has a reply.
Jodi tor dakh sune kau nai ase
tobe ekla cholo re,
ekla cholo ,ekla cholo ,
ekla cholo,ekla cholo re.
If they pay no heed to your call,
walk on your own, walk alone,
walk alone, walk alone, walk all alone.
I inhale energy with my face raised in
Sanguinity. The cosmos embraces me, I stride in effervescence for truth.
And thus, in the many cobwebs of our lives, Tagore infuses his healing touch with words of radiance. These words address the crucial issues of our lives in the manifold directions, replenish the thirst in us and generate a healing essence.
Tagore’s words rub against our ribs and offer recognition to our inner selves.
When you and I drink those words, we can rise above the stained circumstances and breathe anew.
His world of luxuriant fancies and soothing melody, become the streams of our healing essence.
Tagore delves into the timeless spectrums of our lives, in the clouded zones and promotes spirituality, love, divinity, inspiration, and wisdom and emanates eternal messages each time, we welcome him in our fold and seek his grace.
Yes, Tagore speaks without the manmade label in a universal tone.
Hey nutan dekha dik ae bar,
Janmero prothomo shubhakhan ,tumar prakash hok,
Kuhelika kori udghatan surjero moton.
O’ the newest appearance, let the graceful moment
of birth emerge once again.
May you rise through the haze of fog
elegantly like the sun.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
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