One of the joys of blogging is connecting with other bloggers and it is a special pleasure to connect with those whose words resonate in deeper ways. Rajani RadhaKrishnan is a poet from Bangalore, India whose writing strikes such a chord.
First, although I enjoy poetry in many of its forms, I make no pretense of being any sort of authority on the subject. I simply know what I like. I came across Rajani’s work as I searched WordPress for other world views I could relate to. Rajani’s poetry of intimate immediacy and alluring metaphors, captivated me. In part, this is because the intricate complexities of her Indian culture push me to stretch my mental horizons. In part because the subjects she writes about are universal, simply one poet’s view of a different side of the same life mountain we all struggle to climb.
Rajani’s poetry is richly colored, sublimely sensual, and always thought provoking. Here is a passage from her recent chapbook, “The Night is My Mirror.”
Things that may not end
The unfinished poem is my safe place. The map I was
given had no home or river or road — just a cloud-masked
sky hiding stars in frenzied kinesis. Whoever said it was all
about the journey, did not frame love as a destination. Or
as a beginning. But an incomplete poem neither travels nor
waits. Its flaws are not bound by linear time or karmic
causality. The final words will come in random sequence,
one unremarkable morning between the mundane and the
rain. The poem-to-be is the circumference of hope, hope that
the rainbow is the impulsive confession of the wettest light.