2023-08-09 10:47:00
A review of the poems in Ameya may begin with the story of a soulful jealousy between Mian Tansen and Baiju Bhavra.
Sangeet Samrat discovered the Darbari Kanada raga which gave rise to 1000’s of super hit songs like Duniyake Rakh Wale, Azhake Nin Mizhineer Maniil Muth Pojkarute, Malare Maunama that we hear today.
Darbari is a musical legend who has moved away from Kannada and composed the crooked raga ‘Mian Ki Malhar’, which sounds similar but has produced very few good songs (Innenik Pot Kuthan, Indupushpam).
This is Tansen but that Tansen also lost to Baiju Bhavra, the frenzied singer in music. Hailed as the best singer in the country, Tansen, a court singer, once heard Baiju Bhavara singing hysterically. With that, Tansen was born with a sense of inferiority that he was nothing in front of him and a competitive jealousy that he should sing better than him.
Even though Tansen sang day and night, Tansen might not even convince his own conscience that he had reached the level of Baiju Bhavara. Tansen continued his efforts for several days. The result was disappointment. Finally, when Tansen met the Sufi and told his story, the Sufi Shaikh said:
‘You can never sing like Bhavare, Baiju Bhavara is a hollow grass pipe. There is nothing non-musical regarding it but the competitive intelligence to beat him in your mind. Jealousy is a sense of inferiority. Such a mind is not filled with the music of frenzy and innocence. There is no room for that.’
Without knowing what the ragas are, Baiju Bhavara sings frenziedly through those ragas with bhavas unknown even to the creators of the ragas. How beautiful is creativity’s sense of justice and equality imagination?
Ameya is a journey of poems flying on the wings of the boundless Hub. Every poem is a breath coming from a heart that is empty inside like a grass pipe. There, when poems are born, there is no language for them, and then the breath of the heart, which is not even inside those who have seen the language, is changing into language.
The breaths of the heart cannot be confined to the prison of language, so it can spread a boundless feeling to those who read it through the language of unwritten love beyond language. As alone – as care – as mercy, as holding together, it will flow like that. It is not the poems that anyone composes but the love of God descends on an empty clear heart. The poets who dig what has come down are completely different from the ordinary poets. There are words spoken by the poet Allama Iqbal.
“Ordinary poets sit on the shore of the sea and catch small fish with bait, while mystic poets go down to the depths of the sea and fetch pearls and corals.” ‘All these above are felt in every poem of Nikhila Sameer’s Ameya.
Here we can remember the words of Imam Ali who said that knowledge is the greatest power. ‘Touch the hearts of others with the words that come from your heart.’
‘When poems are breaths flowing from an empty heart like a bamboo stem, how can it not touch the hearts of others. Each of the poems in Ameya are spiritual expressions of humanity.’ Self-language is unyielding to any pen. Self-relationship is beyond definition.’ In this poem called Atham, he digs himself out that there is no language when the poems inside him are born. All that is there is soul language
‘Halfs of soul at the same time in one soft kiss of prostration’ This poem of the same soul has levels of meaning as deep as the ocean of self-dissolving (fana) divine love.
‘Uppa is a poem that conveys a message of sympathy that we should make our loved ones immortal and keep them alive by passing on the good they have given us to our fellow beings and seeing their smiling faces.
Nilav Nani and the night of love become one and the fire of love
The beautiful Sufi poem ‘Tahajjud’ reminds me of Rabia’s prayer, the hundredth Sufi gem in the sky in the bazaar that I want to see the Lord of the Kaaba and not the Kaaba.
In the middle of the night, alone in the yam of the moon, when you fall in love with your Lord and forget everything, the moon should be ashamed. Being one during the burning time of the love novel is the heavenly state that turns the alchemist into gold. Tears falling in prostration are the clouds that stand between the lord and himself. How much meaning is hidden in few words
This poem called “searching” reminds of the words of Sufi Shaikh Ibn Arabi.
I made my life a test and walked through myself to myself and there I found God. Ibn Arabi’s great spiritual philosophy that it will not be the knowledge of Allah but the knowledge of His created universe can be creatively read in this poem.
Each poem in Ameya, consisting of sixty-six poems, takes our hearts and minds together to the boundless sky. It can be said that the falling rose water, which remembers Lord as an empty vessel, is the offering of Lord.
Along with each poem, the pictures drawn by Nikhila Sameer’s daughter, Fatima Sehra, need to be mentioned. Each one is a picture that knows the soul of the poems. This makes the poems doubly sweet.
As beautiful as Baiju Bavara’s empty empty heart is from the pullam kuzhal, Nikhila Samir’s empty heart is as beautiful as the soulful words. We have given it the lovely name of poems.
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