நாளொரு பக்கம்: III: 002
[Page of the Day]
ஜனவரி 2, 2016
I long for eternity because there I shall meet my unwritten poems and my unpainted pictures. -Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931) [Sand and Foam]
One longs to interpret the mystics and get lost in the conundrums for years. Suddenly, wisdom dawns in a flash from nowhere and is Gone With The Wind, by the time you put pen to paper. The fragrance, though, lingers; so, do Kahlil Gibran's unwritten poems and unpainted pictures. All of them are metaphors. The feel that remains with you during the everlasting spells of deep meditative reflections on nothing in particular, is the fragrance that endures. The unwritten poems are those that you composed in your subconscious mind. A many-splendored panorama of love and affection for kindred souls flit through my mind in a dream that I forget; it was a lovely poem, I said to myself then. The day I drowned in a temple pond in my early boyhood, I thought I would die and witnessed a grandiose procession of all my sins committed before reaching the age of five! Seenu, who saved me, said that the whole episode lasted two minutes. I still do not believe him as I had seen many a picture pre-painted for me! The meaning eludes you. Is it not? So, is the case with me.
Perhaps, his oeuvre about the erased foot-prints and the swept away foam stands for the ephemeral, the sea and the shore, in some vague manner, representing Kahlil Gibran’s very own ‘Eternal’. Let us recite the opening lines:
‘I AM FOREVER walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
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