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Majboor's Waves
Dr. K. L. Chowdhury
Waves by Arjan Dev Majboor is a collection of 23 short
and one long poem - each poem a wave from the oceanic mind of the poet,
each wave impacting the reader and scattering treasures from the ocean. The
waves keep striking the mind even as one moves away from the source, it
continuous replay, for a long time afterwards. The author is a magician using
the sleight of words to trick and captivate, a sculptor chiselling words to
perfection, a master blender concocting a heady cocktail of words to 'sweeten
stale conscience' and creating fantastically unique imagery by endowing words
with movement like making "Shiva dance a laugh and the whole becoming a
cosmic laughter" and 'colour giving fragrance'. Even time is personified
and made to laugh in the poems.
Here the reader feasts on a kaleidoscope of ideas, moods and
expressions for the mind of the poet is like mercury, restless and on the move.
Like a bird on the wing he is jumping out of the window of the ‘Prison' to
sail into the vastness of space, touching virgin areas, creating virgin
expressions like the "infant who wept into existence" or the poet
revealing "the sacred hush of my being" to Swan.
Painfully conscious of the metamorphosis taking place in the
world which moves inexorably towards a stage where he creates the frightful
scenario of topsy-turvy values with the roots of trees turned towards the
sky, truth being proscribed, beauty auctioned, the wise weeping and the ignorant
multiplying, he yet strikes a note of hope and optimism as he moves into the new
millennium and invokes Saraswati to illumine the world with knowledge, art,
poetry, music and dance. In a poetic expression of C.T.B.T and total disarmament
he pleads with mankind to melt all weapons and call for ‘the seed, the sickle
and the water.'
The pervasive sense of doom in the city with a thousand
masters and a thousand rulers and each one to himself while a camel runs amok is
a reflection of the fragmentation, isolation and degeneration of the body
politic in our nation and while we go on arguing and fighting each other on
trivialities the wily cat swallows our foul making a hearty meal of it.
Stung by the rootlessness of exile, parched for a 'swig' of
nectar from his homeland, crippled by the ‘wet memories that transfix' his
heart and tragically aware of the past, the present and the future ‘flung to
pieces before the gun' Arjan Dev Majboor yet harbours a sanguine hope that the
walls that divide will crumble down and that the flames that have engulfed the
valley will by some divine intervention, transform into flowers for he firmly
believes in the purity of the soul of Kashmir and the strength of the penance of
its seers, savants and sages. The nostalgia for homeland runs strong and deep in
the poem To The Swan, which appears to be inspired by Kalidasa's
Meghdoot, as he asks the bird to go and visit places in a backward
journey in time, holding the mirror of memories to the bird and re-creating
the images of the hallowed past. Would it that the Swan were also to assume the
role of a dove of peace.
There is a touch of philosophy when the poet speaks of
holding the reins and yet not knowing who pulls them, or of the leaky boat of
life with neither the rudder not the oarman visible or the funeral feeling of
existence that stimulates the poet to exhort mankind to tighten the strings and
use the plectrum and continue to produce the music of life. He himself is not
deterred \even though he spent his age writing the legend while the pages leapt
into the sky and a dusty cobweb besieged him and stranded him in the wilderness
for he still manages to light a lamp in the whirlwind, being himself a stage in
the caravan of existence, a milestone, a landmark in the march of humanity.
The sketches by Vijay Zutshi are highly evocative and the
translation by Arvind Gigoo superb. He is a master craftsman and one doesn't
feel it is not the original. I wish many of our Kashmiri poets got a translator
like him to take the wealth of our poetry to the vast English knowing readership
across the globe.
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