The Tasnif of Poets

Look what you've done to me
my Beloved
you have swept me far and away
with your Persian Tar
you have played me
until not even
one note remains,
deep in the echoes of your strings
deep inside waves of
returning sea..

With your tenderest hands,
you raise me beyond these
shadows of myself...

my soul must follow.
I am no more.

— Kailashana, Oct 13, 2008

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Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

Tasnif: “Most of these

Tasnif: "Most of these tasnifs are either about a lover who is too shy to approach his beloved and she doesn't know about his feelings toward her, or complaints of a lover being apart from his beloved. At some non-materialistic level this reflects the poet's feeling of lust and his eagerness to rejoin and rejoice in the creator rather than the created." (From the program.) Instruments Santoor: Hammered Dulcimer Tar: Long-necked Lute Setar: Pesian small Lute Tombak: Goblet Drum Daf: Frame Drum Last night I attended a Persian Concert. One of the musicians indicated he would play the Setar and another would play the Tombak when I read my poems. Charmed Life!

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 7 months ago

Persians,

have been writing poetry since the beginning of time, some of the oldies poetry is Persian. A very enlighten people. I spent some time in Iraq and Iran in the 70's. They love their tea houses, and reading poetry aloud. I love It. Your poem conveys this love, of enlightenment. Thanks, Eddie

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

I write poetry, dialogue

I write poetry, dialogue with other poets on Ivan Granger's forum: Poetry Chaikhana. Though he has accepted some poems for *headlining* as it were, I have not yet been featured. Today he featured one of his own wonderful poems. http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/index.html Check out the blog, the forum, the video channel Eddie. Ivan's poem: Holy Ground Let the vision of the vastness you are leave you in glorious ruins. Pilgrims will come to imagine the grand temple that once stood, not realizing the wreck made this empty plain holy ground. 2002

rider68

17 years 7 months ago

Hi A~

Yet again its such a pleasure to recite your work...... Always depth and great usage of descriptive words which flow carrying the reader to the end...... Hope you enjoyed your evening.. I'm such a pushover 5*s from me... be well...Peter ~~~"I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday, and I love today."~~~

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

lol. peter the

lol. peter the pushover..... i enjoyed the evening immensely, thank you... makes up for the night before when i was at a conference for the *survivors of cluster bombs tour*. Very heavy yet profoundly light with the aroma of forgiveness permeating. ~A

weirdelf

17 years 7 months ago

your poem wafts me hauntingly

and the context haunts me wrenchingly. Even Spielberg could not overstate the irony in the seat of culture and science now being the most reviled by those who learned from it (and sold them the weapons to use in mutually assured destruction). cheers, Jess

whitetea

17 years 7 months ago

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your style inspires me.

Kailashana

17 years 7 months ago

Inspiration is the highest

Inspiration is the highest form of living art. Thank you. May we all inspire one another to create word-works of art. ~A