Poetry is the medium through which I live my loneliness. Poetry is the outlet for me to pour my radiant soul. Poetry is for me the river to flow with the saddened tide. Whenever my roads become thorny, red with heartaches and headaches, I reside in poems and in reflections. I do not know how far I can shed the pains, the thoughts, the sadness. But after blowing them on the paper, a deep pleasure visits and lulls me to an emotional somnambulance.
However, after writing poems since my teenage years, when I now read and reread my poems in my diary, notebooks, and other digital outlets, I see that melancholia and pathos feature prominently in most of my writings. I feel sorry for myself and for the readers. I also wonder how and why such pathivity found its way into my writings!
Perhaps, this is the impact of my early years’ readings of the Bengali poet Jibanananda Das and the English Romantic poets. I cannot shed it now. I promise myself I will write happy poems, and then when I feel emotions, like a dark cloud gathers in my heart, the lines which pour down are nothing but pathos. Poor Me!
“Salma Seclusion” is my expressive hub. It mainly serves as a platform for my creative writing. I also record here my social, political and religious reflections. Readers, you are my guide, my friends, my critics. You are welcome to read and comment on my posts.
Happy Reading!
আমি লিখি, আমি ভাবি, আমি অনুভব করি। সেই সব নিয়েই আমার সাহিত্য রচনা, প্রফেশনাল কাজ এবং সমাজ সংস্কৃতি চিন্তা। পছন্দ হয়? সাথে থাকুন।
Umme Salma/ সালমা, July 2022
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