The Poet Seer’s b’day was on 7th May. Even after a century and five decades later, his rich inheritance lingers and endures. A legacy, an endowment which just not mean brilliant, prismatic literature or expressive soulful hymns that touches your core but then also the avant-garde ideologies and radical sensibilities he preached, imparted and practised.
Excerpts from my tribute to the creative genius on ‘Tagore Special’:
“It’s pouring outside. The pruned foliage under my bedroom window sill seems translucent and beaming with life. Few moments prior , the scorching sun with temperature ticking around 43 degree, ripped it vapid and lifeless. The unanticipated summer rain escorted with it petrichor, the sweet smell of dry, unbaked clay and reminiscence of something intense yet sublime:
“This is my delight,
thus to wait and watch at the wayside
where shadow chases light
and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies,
greet me and speed along the road.
My heart is glad within,
and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.
From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door,
and I know that of a sudden
the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone.
In the meanwhile the air is filled with the perfume of promise.”
– Where Shadow Chases Light, Rabindranath Tagore”
To mull over further dig into my write-up at