Versesmiths shine at Versesmithery
Braving the smog and the hideous sun, some bright and energetic Versesmiths chose to gather at Kunzum Travel Cafe, Hauz Khas this Saturday for the love of poetry. All through the way wading through thick layer of pollution that surrounds was reminded of a verse for dying trees,
My limbs they stretched out to the heavens above,
As if pleading for deliverance
The respite to see the informal settings with modhas and antique styled trunks serving as seating arrangement identified with the poetic mood which was to set in soon. The organisers were busy making last minute preparations but managed to speak to one of the organisers Sanjeeta Mittal. She is an enthusiastic, self-driven young law student and today's event was the result of her tireless efforts and unstinting support from friends. The idea which ran behind was to bring creative minds on a platform to share and spare the words they held within. The collaborative effort of Kitaab Club and Papier Panache too deserves a mention.
Soon there was a lot of buzz, excitement, loud greetings, laughter, embrace and the atmosphere was all charged up. The young pulse of the crowd was reverberating and excitement palpable. The space was crammed and every inch was occupied in no time. A loud announcement "To sip hot coffee being served for free" invited applause and laughter. The casual, carefree atmosphere with all inhibitions shed, the performers of the evening were excited to be heard and the audience waiting to hear.
Soon the proceeds of the evening began with the Hindi poem of Ranveer Pravar. He spoke about the lady begging at the traffic-light, her helplessness and plight brought well through his verses,
Do chaar paise ki aas lagaye
Do Haath aage badhte hain
Another powerful orator was Cecilia Abraham whose war with words turned into a composition titled World War III. The sufferings and problems plaguing the world enrages a sensitive mind, anger which builds up leading to the fermenting of words that portray turmoil, pain grappling the society.
Akash Vidyarthi chose his composition,
Agar mein insaan na hota, to kya hota
Na bhookh hoti, na chaṅdi ka rupaiya hota
He managed to drive the crowd to cheer liberally at the end. The concept of snapping of fingers for appreciation was noteworthy. It painted a picture of happiness and bonhomie prevalent in the atmosphere.
The highlight of the evening was presence of a pretty, young writer Kudrat Dutt Chaudhary who has authored a book titled, Laiza. This is her debut novel where she has dwelt on feminism, human trafficking and Inḍo Nepal relationship. The book is set in the backdrop of the recent horrific earthquake which hit Nepal and had our heart bleeding in their suffering. She is a law student, a bright energetic mind to go against the stereo type thinking.
I sat mesmerised listening to the Versesmiths beautifully pouring out verses and keeping the audience regaled. How good it is to see these enlightened minds that chose to speak for the pertinent issues damaging and threatening the core of society. It wasn't a reflection of the amount of information or knowledge cramming the brain but it spoke of beautiful assimilation of ideas. It spoke of the strength of the minds vital for character and nation building. The brilliance of verses shined throughout and Versesmithery is something to reckon with. Here goes for the Versesmiths what Rainer Maria Rilke has said,
I believe in all that what has never yet been spoken
I want to free what waits within me
So that what no one has dared to wish for