LavanyaIyer Word Sculptor The writer with audacious veracity

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SOLITUDE

I had a small desire, a tiny whimsical dream,
A thought as fractionally miniscule,
As bonded atoms making a molecule .
Though sharply penetrating ,as a radiant beam.

The thoughts recurring in days ,
Then reuniting with me in hours .
For thoughts have no realms or bars,
Like a puzzle in your mind it plays.

It plays on till you grasp it's point
Then weaves it's crocheted web
For thoughts have no end no ebb
It's aspirations, that my dreams anoint.

But the thoughts and dreams just vanish
When a peripheral conversation transpires
External elements digress and internal thought expires
My route of thoughts they banish

We search the animal to live ,to seek.
We make the animal evolve
In a solution of sophistication dissolve
To create a human ,with whom to speak.

But it's that speech that fuels mistrust
Breeds false hopes ,attachments or hate
Creates room for camaraderie to abate
What use is company ,for it will rot and rust !!

A momentary slip
A suspended dip
A wide need narrowed
A pain further harrowed
A lonely heart that seeks support
All this falls prey to purposeful purport

They say , solitude is bliss
I say it's prudent and wise
For your soul can never disguise
Nor strip and throw you in abyss

The soul converses
Give it an ear
An eye ,a thought ,
A smile, a tear .
The soul conspires to live with you
Your invisible shadow ,your colourless hue
For solitary sweetness embrace that mate
For your soul comes with your own expiry date !!

BEATIFIC

I have been a million women ....
Shades unknown,
Coloured by dozen.
I have soaked in the heat,
Sprayed out the sleet,
I lived a thousand lives,
To spread out in many a feet.

I have prayed,I have protected
I gave life, when life rejected
I have died a thousand deaths in time
And yet each time I have resurrected.

For a thousand faces denote ,
To the million emotions that I emote.
Survival is my anthem song
That physically I connote
I move higher
When I'm pushed beneath
I rise I rise and rise to the peak.

For giving up is not my game,
Failure was never my name
Im a fallen angel, nonetheless
A wingless one, that'll fly to fame !!

The man who brought folk to Classicism and gave a face lift to culture becomes the flow of the strings with the wind in the air .... Wafting through the haunting Raag Pahadi of his Santoor ... Padma Vibhushan .Pundit Shiv Kumar Sharma ji ... On his journey to the Gods as a Gandharva ... The Gods shall now regale to your rendition ... I am not heartbroken for I await to reach the other end to be your audience again ... If karma permits 🙏🙏

I pray for your soul to bless the art within us all🙏🙏
Hari Om Tat Sat 🙏🙏🙏

REGARDING BRACKETING OF CLASSICAL ARTS INTO RELIGIOUS IMPARTING !!

Im writing today to champion a cause close to my heart ... To put forth my view about a baseless argument doing the rounds in the Art groups ... CASTISM!!!
It being world dance day ,this seems most important to me that just celebrating dance .... The all inclusiveness of the art , I mean.
It is simply a shallow and narrow-minded approach to marginalise Art .. specifically into something as thin as Caste ... An art has never had boundaries .. no wonder it's vocabulary has adapted and adopted many an orphaned perspective and embraced it all as its own ... Then how can there be disparity in imparting it ... Race , colour,caste ,creed ... Where did this idea arise ... Unless it's just a gimmick to politicise even this great "divine gift " !!

I was extremely disheartened to see the discrimination and unethical ideology of who ever the stranger was ,with whom a friend from my fraternity had to argue to prove that art is for all on Instagram . There are many points they fail to look into when they come to these narrow conclusions ... Belittling every artist in the field who considers art their life blood and breathing Art itself which is all inclusive and all pervading .

Let me state that , Classical dance or any dance for that matter ,is a physical expression basically and every human has the right to use their body and brain to their choice .. be it imparting or imbibing .
It is odd that these people come up with theology of their own when it comes to pulling down the correlation of art and Mann but it seems comical and worth laughing that it is Wikipedia these ppl refer to when it comes to understanding a subject matter ... How frivlous!!
How can any Indian art be bracketed into a religion when it was created when the word religion did not even exist ?!?!!?

Evidently it is a simple case of arrogance ,double standards and hugely fed ego that leads any human to degrade another !!
Evolution towards the hierarchy that the Art form stands for today would never have transpired had it not been for generations of conjoined breeds of humankind who put in their physical , mental and economic capacities into it ... Forget caste ... Bharathanatyam has crossed the barriers of Nationalities ... What limitations can anyone create for that which flows freely like the clouds !!!!

A leaf off my forthcoming book ... Just so the genre is clear
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INSTITUTION FOR BHARATHANATYAM AND ALLIED ARTS “O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?” W.B.Yeats (Among school children)

Thoughts wander ... Love wanders ... Life wanders ... Finally the soul wanders ... Till it's all lost and we realise that losing was the only fact of so called life !!

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HAPPY DAY !!

Since today is POETRY DAY .. Im.posting one of my writings in my own scheme of poetic rhythm .... Do read and leave your feedback 🙏

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IM THE POEM HERE !!

I cannot be plain because I'm intense.
I cannot be calm, suppressing an internal storm.
I cannot be diplomatic,that wud be
pretence.
Yet there's too much vulnerability, for I care and I'm warm.

I think and think on end, till thoughts

themselves lose me,
I delve deep to analyse, the smallest
occurance
I know I have a temper,
but it's the tiniest part of me
I'm resilient and forgiving but I track lies at
a glance.

I know these few odd traits Will sure give me a tag
But not giving a damn Is a trait bout which I brag.
Nothing in me will change Nor love nor pride nor thoughts
I know I'm another range A character from distant knots!!

THE SEQUESTERED PATH OF LIFE

What is life but....

A comedy of juxtapositions
A tragedy of straight lines
Running parallel, in contradictions
Unheeding of hearts' designs.

What is life but...

A back stabbing confidant
A lecherous dirty ra**st
A master meant to reprimand
A psychotic, luring,sadist.

What is life but...

Biology but not from the books
The calculations of destiny and fate
The chemistry that the hormone cooks
The daily test of mental state.

What is life but...

A solitary song .
A flowing river
Short or long
A waft of wind
A submissive storm
A memory inked
On the treatise of reform
Reform of thoughts.
Reforms of time.
Mending dreams caught
Stretching it like slime

Life is but to live
Life is but to be
Life is to forgive
And let the bygones be.

PROCLIVITY TO AMBROSIAL POSITIVITY !

If there's a hand that pulls ,
there's one that'Il push,
There also are hands that hold.
There are eyes that stare ,
there are ones that glare,
Some are loving and some are cold.
There are words that repel,
then those that rebuke.
Some r**e, some draw one close
There are emotions that kill,
then those that forbid
Some placid ,some metamorphose.

We push we pull
We come we go
We live and live some more
We give and we take
We join and break
And still keep searching a cure.

That's what it means to change and move,
For every moment we seize ,yet shove.
But one thing stays for ever strong
How ever deep the pain and wrong
It never dies ,it never sleeps
For deep inside the soul it seeps.

The living abstraction from above
ITS LOVE,ITS LOVE,ITS LOVE,ITS LOVE!!

A LEAF OFF MY FORTH COMING BOOK

Which is incorrect ??
That a strong soul, in a weak moment ,breaks down and searches for support from a loved one ?
Or that the loved one turns away at the moment when the potency of this strong soul is at such a peak that if she does not receive that moral support of love now, she will lose that strength ,which is her glory ... for life?
Which is incorrect ?
That this strong soul, now a weak imbecile weeps in hope that some miracle will bring back that lost love to her ,yet tries to live her life wearing a mask in front of the world , helping others grow. Those others with whom she has no connection except the satisfaction of giving.
Or that the man who threw her at her moment of emotional pain , now stands in judgement for the few smiles she finds when she sees the happiness in those unrelated people she helps grow . For to him this is a moment to poke at her character ,to connect her with those she helps in such a way that even that tiny smile she manages gets wiped out ... Her honesty is judged with character criticism by him !!

A women will always be judged ... Her character will remain questionable ... Even when the man is responsible for breaking her to bits ....such bits that there is no scope for crumbling any further !!
©️Lavanya Iyer

FEMME FETAL CONVERSATIONS

I could hear the whisper in my tummy ,
"IM GROWING FAST,CAN U HEAR ME MUMMY?"
"YES DEAR YES ", I replied
Waiting for my fear and shiver to subside.
For they had found my baby was a girl,
The plan to crush her will soon unfurl.

I'm on the stretcher when she speaks from my tummy
Ï'M COMING OUT SOON , CAN YOU HEAR ME MUMMY?"
"YES DARLING," I said , but I knew that was a lie.
I hoped she wouldn't hear my helpless cry !!
"ITS A CRIME" i scream but my pleas fall on deaf ears
Their dislike for the female is far larger than their fears ...

The knife is about to reach my tummy ,
When she squeals again "CAN U HEAR ME MUMMY?
I KNOW IM VERY SAFE IN HERE
YET, SOMETHING IS NOT VERY CLEAR
WHY DOES YOUR HEART BEAT SO FAST?
IS MY HAPPINESS NOT GOING TO LAST?'"

Inside my womb she sensed the danger,
The hand that came close ,was that of a stranger!!
I shrieked,she shrieked,we cried together
Oh why were u born in my womb my daughter !!!!

Then i heard her voice again
Crushed, snubbed and writhing in pain

"BYE BYE" she said ,"BYE DEAR MUMMY,
I WAS VERY SAFE INSIDE YOUR TUMMY,
I KNOW IM GOING AWAY FROM YOU....
BUT REMEMBER I LOVED U...UNLIKE YOU!!!"

THUS DIED A MOTHER WITH ANOTHER !!!!

My words are stronger than my tears .. I lay my words of agony in as a heartfelt tribute to many an empty womb 🙏🙏🙏 in commemoration of " THE GIRL CHILD DAY" Every girl needs another strong girl to stand by her .. thatvstrong girl is the MORHER ... You can if you will !!!

If the slogan " JAI HIND" came into existence ,it was thanks to a great freedom fighter ... The only fighter we recall in Defence uniform ... Probably very akin to Mussolini ... influenced to a good extent by those ideologies.
There are many guesses, predictions , reasonings about Netaji 's fall out with Mahatma Gandhi ,whom he respected till the very end ... In my understanding .. call it observation or study ... the sole reason was Netaji's adherence to Fascism yet not having the mindset towards anarchy ... His preference and towards mode to capitalism ... Something M.K Gandhi was not for due to his bend towards smaller industrialisation involving only Indian products and self produce.
Neither was wrong ,that's how we thrive now with both the ideologies .. but back then the story was very different.

To get the title of Neta ji ... I have oft thought this over and over in my head ... Is not this akin to warranting singular leadership ?? There was only one single Solitary leader being referred that way ,whereas the struggle for freedom involved many such. Not taking away from the impossible life Netaji lead ,the fierce fight he gave the British raj ... His slogan " "It is blood alone that can pay the price of freedom. Give me blood and I will give you freedom" kind of interpreted into Benito Mussolini 's slogan " The function of a citizen and a soldier are inseparable" in my understanding it is interpreted to bloodshed and war .
Nonetheless .. it baffled me when I once read that post winning an election against a Gandhian , Netaji actually withdrew only because Gandhi ji is not supportive of him .. so who exactly was the Neta ??
In my understanding Netaji had all the qualities of a great warrier, a freedom fighter ... The oy who stated " you do not ask fir freedom.,you take it" ... Which even today we do not know how to because the very man who shouted this aloud ,could not take his own freedom ... Stood at the behest of the imposing ,important crowd ,while the masses stood by him ... Again proving Mussolini "Every anarchist is a baffled dictator."

Anyhow ... To those who only consider Bose as a follower of Fascism and that having lead to his fall and his vanishing ....Mussolini also said " Inactivity is death" ... Doesn't it sound almost like the prelude to " Karo Ya Maro" ... Who was the anarchist .... Who all followed Fascism??? I wonder and will keep wondering !!

Shat shat naman at the feet of a great Freedom fighter Shubhash Chandra Bose .... The only Neta i know who never understood politics !!!

Many congratulations to the nation on the celebration of its very first " PARAKRAM DIWAS" in commemoration of the 125th birth Anniversary of Netaji Shubhash Chandra Bose . The apt title for the day a true soldier was born to the Nation !!
Let us learn to take the freedom we have got .. understanding the real meaning of freedom !!

Jai Hind

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My humble ode to Padma Vibhushan .Pundit Briju Maharaj
My words flow at your feet with more emotions than my tears contain 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

DO THE GODS DIE ?!

I gape wide eyed
As the anklet bells resound
Like a shower rhythm dyed
my senses immersed then drowned
What was this ,consuming me ??
One part branched out to think
But was pulled into a magical spree
Of his one raised brow my soul was in sync!!
And I gazed in a daze without a blink !!

Was I mesmerized or caught in a web?
Of syllables of question or rhetoric ,
Now graduating echoes , now on the ebb.
His pirouettes breaking all rules of metric
Scales and gravity and human ability ...
Was he real .. was he man ??
Time froze , body numbed, mind was in ambiguity
Would I be awoken if my wide eyes scan?
I wanted this dream to last my life span !!

For it was The God I watched and breathed in
Spinning and weaving rhythm on stage .
Affectation of his emoting face and undulating chin
Weaving stories of devotion,love and rage ,
On my uncharged mind drew pictures akin
To maps printed upon an empty page
Curating my being to follow the sage.

I dreamt that night , in the midst of real sleep
That if there was God , God must be Him
For his presence so strong , omniscience so deep
I dreamt following him to the zenith and horizon's brim
For permanent effect on my brain to keep
But this morn my dream is shattered and I weep

For do God's ever die ??
Do God's leave and go ??
Is this a farce or a lie ??
I'm too broken to know !!
For He is God of the anklets
And He will ever remain so !!
In my vision of heaven i see Him dance and spin
The audience are now the Gods ... His own kith and kin !!

THE MEMORIAL RHYME ( ode to the INDIAN ARMY )

To all things bought
To all things sold
There's reason and profit
Even loss to withhold !!
It's a game of dirty currency
That each has one to play
To live a life , all you and me
To feed this living clay !!

But where is the materialist
Where is the taker
Who is the pecuniary
Who's the profit maker ??
When life is at stake
When fear clasps our gut
When the Nation may break
When our land may turn to rut

When control becomes multipolar
Then out comes the Soldier !!
This life to lay
The nemesis to slay
To save us mercenaries
They make no delay
For what I ask ..Why this sacrifice?
We give non in return ,no compensation
Nothing can balance ,your acts of oblation !!
Why then dear soldier do you lay your life
In waiting you leave the kids and wife
For nothing but to undo the strife
You throw yourself on the poke of the knife!

"For you " He says ... " For you dear all ,
For you are the nation ,we cannot let fall .
For protecting the nation ,we are the impenetrable wall
In death we rise ,to see you stand tall"

In shame I bend my head ...
In remorse I shed a tear
For the heroes of war
Who fought with no fear ,
For you ,for me ,for those who run away
For the currency that's green
Made your spirit to sway!!
But these Greek Gods
They fought all odds !!
And we just tweeted our voice
Making cricketers heroes
And actors our choice !!

But the Heroes of the Nation
Who gave without ration
Their blood that they let flow
When the war struck their lives
They fell one on the other
Like a family of brothers
Like sons of one mother
The collective blood that flowed on our land
Is the only reason to say ,that blood has one colour!!!

JAI HIND 🇮🇳
In veneration of " ARMY DAY "
SHAT SHAT NAMAN 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 TO THE BRAVE HEARTS OF INDIA WHO ARE RECALLED JUST ONCE EACH YEAR !!!!

This story of Malvika Krishna Hegde is quite viral by now. Anyhow I'm doing my bit not just to broadcast the greatness of the lady but to also broadcast that what she has managed ,could have been managed as a couple without loss of life ... If only there was transparency before a drastic step was taken.
Such a resourceful ,sensitive and sensible lady as Ms. Hegde ,desreved to be standing tall for CDEL along with Mr.Siddharth Hegde .... I really dislike the caption I read in many places .." broken hearted widow" ... Such unfair ges life plays
Anyhow ... Let me talk of happy things ... In the happiness that the battle is almost won by this enterprising lady who has set standards for our gender !!
CCD is a very nostalgia space for me. As a child I recall small coffee day outlets in Bangalore where they sold coffee beans and powder. Later that very space became a sought after hang out for us, in my growing years. In Delhi we swore by Barista and " Cafe coffee day" that's how we addressed it and those we did not consider up market would go " CCD" and then there was the Jat group out there in the DU campus who would often spot us and ask for dates with an ice breaker question " sisdee chalen , kofee peene?" ... We did not go but the memory brings a smile . Cafe coffee day was the new ICH or Indian coffee house for us half nerds half flirts .. .. harmless though ... Of course we did not have the simplicity running down from British council library straight to ICH and banging into high profile journalists ,theatre artists, economists etc having long conversations over coffee and Vadathere on the open bench but at CCD we did have the elite luxury of banging into good looking guys ... For us convent girls' school ,convent girls' college folk .. this was as exciting as dating since none of us could make time to actually connect n date ...post this phase I recall , heading to CCD straight from Sahitya Akademi Library , peak winter ... Me in an over coat , boots awaiting my hot cafe latte and brownie ... All alone with my library books ... It was at CCD during one of my solitary ,dark early evening coffee sessions with my book that I realised how I was in love with solitude .... That I loved observing people , just looking at them and understanding their features ,making a story around their lives ... Sometimes overhearing ( not evesdroping ) a conversations and weaving the remaining unheard parts on my own ... Yes .. the writer in me rustled her feathers and unfurled her wings right at one of the Cafe Coffee day outlets . That means a lot to me .... As there is no life till you find your calling and here my calling found me and sought me out to curate me into what i was supposed to be.
I congratulate Ms.Malvika Hegde on fighting through her lone battle... You proved again ma'am ,there is nothing a woman cannot do ... As long as she does not allow tears to wet her path that she herself would slip on !!



https://dare2compete.com/blog/malavika-hegde-ceo-of-ccd

Malavika Hegde: Once a heart-broken wife, now the CEO of CCD // D2C Café Coffee Day or CCD as we all know traversed deep waters has received a boon of 2nd life. The story of CCD goes back to…

MY OWN APOAPSIS

No one's heart do I appease ,
none's mind do I entrance
No poet uses me as muse,
but my mind with words does dance !!!
It's not that beauty eluded me,
it's not that grace let go
It's destiny that dances the dead man's dance, it's fate that moves too slow !!
So slow that chances push me back
So slow that opportunity is a bigger slack
So slow that my limbs itch to grab my worth
But when I move stagnation laughs with mirth !!
But my wings I will spread
My feathers are ruffled
The sky is vast
Till I breathe my last ..
Till I breathe my last
My lungs will hold me
Till I breathe my last
All eyes must behold me
All eyes must behold me
To see me fly away ...
Into my self made horizons
Onto my zenith bay
To the non magnetic apsis
Where my spirit will wildly play

Where my spirit will wildly play ....
That's where my life will stay !!

IMPORTANCE

This term is a very vulnerable one ... Flowing and unpredictable because it keeps changing moment to moment.
It's a matter of time when a baby 's importance for the mother's feed ,clutching at her breasts moves to clutching a toy and then the importance moves to trying to find independence in using the hands to feed oneself .. the mother slowly vanishes to the backdrop with each step of growth because the basic need diminishes.
The importance moves from playing with a pencil to using it for learning .... then to a pen .... Both were important but then again movement towards the gadget that makes the growth of learning even easier is inevitable ,such that the pen is pushed to the backdrop to just sign documents. We are always searching for the pen at the nick of time but that gadget is always at hand .... Because it has become our basic need
Life is like that ... Needs change ... People change ... Priorities change.. .. Hence importance changes .... But one thing that does not change is the growth of need ... It grows and it grows boundlessly ... And that needs boiled down to " THE I " " THE ME" ...
It is this growth of need that changes relationships ... That makes a person give up on you suddenly and move over to that which he finds better ... The same man / woman who once spent hours talking with you now has no time to ask if you are well ... The reason is nothing but change in importance ... No one is too busy because the schedules never change ... Life was always busy but it is the importance that changes
It is at such moments that one needs to be conclusive ... One needs to take heed of facts and learn to unlearn the clutching of the heart ... Break that bond and change this importance .... Doesn't take long ... It did not thake them too long either when they put you behin and moved to what they believe are greener pastures .... It's all about grooming your consciousness to accept the fact that " IMPORTANCE WILL CHANGE " ... Access that theory for yourself when you have been put behind ... Change your importance to being important for yourself .
The only static fact among all this should be ... I AM MOST IMPORTANT AND THAT IS A CONSTANT !!
Nothing else matters .
Nothing !!!

Here's wishing everyone a very happy new year
Laasyadarpan.com

VIPRALABDHA NAYIKA : MY PERCEPTION

Emptiness was in her blood ... Each drop spoke of chaos. She knew it wud never be the way her desires took her... Then suddenly a whirlwind turned her life upside down... Pulling her out of her singularity.. "you are mine" said the sweet wind... She believed. .. shedding the skin of singularity she walked into his arms.. only to realise ... It was just a dream... No one stood there ... The wind blew through her... She was Vipralabhdha again.... EMPTY THIRSTY.. the queen of her life... But the deceived Queen of separation !!!
In pic myself : Lavanya Iyer Word Sculptor
Picture credit : Guru Smt Jeeva Narayanan ( my mother and Guru )

Inviting any and everyone who may be interested in understanding ,learning and walking the path of Classicism of Bharathanatyam in its connection with Mathematics,Literature,History and Sciences.
You can refer our website for details and connect directly .
Regards

INSTITUTION FOR BHARATHANATYAM AND ALLIED ARTS “O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?” W.B.Yeats (Among school children)

Seasons greetings and a happy new year

SIVA .. !!
THE TIDAL WAVE OF LIFE ...THIRUVADIRAI !!!

Thiruvadira or the humongous wave ... What other than movement can this be ???
For ... Movement is the epitome of life ..... breath is a movement, sleep is a movement, pain is a movement,flow of the blood is a movement,heart beat is a movement... earth is also but a movement without which life would not survive .... movement is indeed ... the epitome of life!!!!

Siva is the Epitome of Movement ..... In him resides life.For me movement and life are the reason for progeny.... the man and the woman .... the male and the female ....The Linga and The yoni ... The Siva and The Shakti... Who came together today ... On this beautiful day of the dance of life ... Thiruvadirai !!!

The equilibrium between the chaos and the cosmos ... the dance and the dancer ..... the man and the soul .... what can be more life than Siva.

The juxtaposition of creation and destruction .... the chaos and the cosmos ... the harmony and the disturbances..... the movement of sound vibrations that created the world and the high amplitude of the same whwn ,what had once created became the destruction factor.... The Ananda Tandavam and the Rudra Tandavam !!!

Beyond all this lies the dance of progeny.... the Dance with the sacred feminine The Laasya of the Tandava !!!

The response of the sacred feminine to the divine masculine ...SUBLIME !!!

With blessings of the almighty and my Guru , I plan to resume my romance with the audience .. on stage and off stage ,from 25th February 2022 .. as I add another year to my youth that day .. any organisers , corporates or educational Institutions interested to book me for concerts or lecture demonstrations are welcome. I am open to collaborate with my performing artist friends for jugalbandi concerts as well .

Warmest regards

Lavanya Iyer Word Sculptor
http://laasyadarpan.com/