Tulsidas and his worship for the Lord Rama through Hanuman Chalisa

Poet Tulsidas (1543 – 1623) was renowned for his devotion for lord Ram. Therefore, he wrote Hanuman Chalisa, a prayer to win the heart of Pavan putra (Hanuman) to show how much he worships Ram. It is a holy prayer for Bajarag Bali Hanuman. Tulsidas was a saint as same as another Indian poet and saint like Tukaram, Kabir, Dnyaneshwar Maharaj. The lord Shiva once said to Parvati that Tulsidas was incarceration of poet Valmiki who wrote the great Ramayana and considered the first poet in Sanskrit Literature.

The celebrated work of Tulsidas is Ramcharitmanas (available on Amazon in Hindi) which is based on Ramayana. As well as, he wrote famous dohas which are still seeing famous in Indian literature.

Analysis of Hanuman Chalisa (श्री हनुमान चालीसा) in English

Hanuman Chalisa is the only Devine song that help clean our human spirit, removes the suffering and shortcomings. The lord Hanuman to hold the supreme power among the breed of monkey. The lord Hanuman identified by three main things one who is unbeatable lover of lord Rama. Second, the hub of unknown Devine power, and son of Anjali. Furthermore, known as the son of wind. The great Hanuman is not less than a hero who is unconquerable and mighty one who take away evil power. However, always found within the heart of good people. Hanumant, you look the same as other beautiful monkey, but the only difference is you have earrings, curly think hair. Mace in your hand and flag of equality brings the brightness in life. You are embodiments Lord Shiva and son of Kesari. Your glory only fit into the sky (endless Sky) and the entire universe worships you.

The three things occupied in the hearts of Hanuman that obey only to three gods, Ram, Mother Sita and Laxman. Therefore, they live in your heart forever. Metaphoric you are, you appeared in front of Mata Sita in elusive form, burnt the Lanka (the kingdom of Raavan). You are a giant form like Bhima (one of the five pandavas) extinguished demons as per the given task by Lord Rama. The magnifying look of your save Laxman. You were the one who brought the entire hill of magical herb. As well as, Ram said that you are my dear brother like Bharat and appreciated you.

Thus, Lord Rama embraced Hanuman. Brahma, Saraswati and the king of serpents sings your glory. Your glory is difficult to express not even by poet, Kubera and other scholars. Your saying is prime, Vibhishan became king complying them. You the one dared to swallow the sun thinking it a red fruit. You crossed the ocean thus all the difficult task of Rama became  easy. Furthermore, you are guardian for someone to reach Ram. It is possible with your blessing, at your feet lay only comfort and happiness. However, one who lives besides you don't need to scared of anything.

Only you withstand yourself. Your roar trembles the three world (Swarga, Akash & Patal). The black magic would never touch to one who takes your name. All the deceases, pains gets lost when one chant your name. However, chanting your name brings brightness in our life. Meditating with your name one get free from any kinds of crisis. The greatest king of the king was lord Rama. But it is true that without you, it couldn't have had possible.

One who comes to you with sincerity obtains only fruit of love, undying throughout the entire life. All the four yug (krita, Trita, Dvapara & Kali) know you and your strength. As well as your popular glory throughout the world. You are a guardian to man feature kindness and destroyer of demons. You are a blessed child of Janaki. Hanuman can only grant the Siddhi (eight different power) and Nidhis (nine different kinds of wealth) you are always humble and devoted servant. When someone praises you, he gets to meet Ram, resulted in relief from the sorrow. And after the death one remains immortal devoted.

If you serve the lord Hanumant, it gives you all you need, no need worship of other God. The troubles, traps soon to end the pain. One who read Hanuman Chalisa he becomes accomplished in any of his work. Lord Shiva is witness to it. Therefore, at the end of this holy prayer, the poet Tulsidas said that he always remain a servant, a devotee to lord Shri Ram and you may always reside in my heart.

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Hanuman Chalisa in Hindi

जय हनुमान ज्ञान गुन सागर।
जय कपीस तिहुं लोक उजागर।।
 
रामदूत अतुलित बल धामा।
अंजनि-पुत्र पवनसुत नामा।।
 
महाबीर बिक्रम बजरंगी।
कुमति निवार सुमति के संगी।।
 
कंचन बरन बिराज सुबेसा।
कानन कुंडल कुंचित केसा।।
 
हाथ बज्र औ ध्वजा बिराजै।
कांधे मूंज जनेऊ साजै।
 
संकर सुवन केसरीनंदन।
तेज प्रताप महा जग बन्दन।।
 
विद्यावान गुनी अति चातुर।
राम काज करिबे को आतुर।।
 
प्रभु चरित्र सुनिबे को रसिया।
राम लखन सीता मन बसिया।।
 
सूक्ष्म रूप धरि सियहिं दिखावा।
बिकट रूप धरि लंक जरावा।।
 
भीम रूप धरि असुर संहारे।
रामचंद्र के काज संवारे।।
 
लाय सजीवन लखन जियाये।
श्रीरघुबीर हरषि उर लाये।।
 
रघुपति कीन्ही बहुत बड़ाई।
तुम मम प्रिय भरतहि सम भाई।।
 
सहस बदन तुम्हरो जस गावैं।
अस कहि श्रीपति कंठ लगावैं।।
 
सनकादिक ब्रह्मादि मुनीसा।
नारद सारद सहित अहीसा।।
 
जम कुबेर दिगपाल जहां ते।
कबि कोबिद कहि सके कहां ते।।
 
तुम उपकार सुग्रीवहिं कीन्हा।
राम मिलाय राज पद दीन्हा।।
 
तुम्हरो मंत्र बिभीषन माना।
लंकेस्वर भए सब जग जाना।।
 
जुग सहस्र जोजन पर भानू।
लील्यो ताहि मधुर फल जानू।।
 
प्रभु मुद्रिका मेलि मुख माहीं।
जलधि लांघि गये अचरज नाहीं।।
 
दुर्गम काज जगत के जेते।
सुगम अनुग्रह तुम्हरे तेते।।
 
राम दुआरे तुम रखवारे।
होत न आज्ञा बिनु पैसारे।।
 
सब सुख लहै तुम्हारी सरना।
तुम रक्षक काहू को डर ना।।
 
आपन तेज सम्हारो आपै।
तीनों लोक हांक तें कांपै।।
 
भूत पिसाच निकट नहिं आवै।
महाबीर जब नाम सुनावै।।
 
नासै रोग हरै सब पीरा।
जपत निरंतर हनुमत बीरा।।
 
संकट तें हनुमान छुड़ावै।
मन क्रम बचन ध्यान जो लावै।।
 
सब पर राम तपस्वी राजा।
तिन के काज सकल तुम साजा।
 
और मनोरथ जो कोई लावै।
सोइ अमित जीवन फल पावै।।
 
चारों जुग परताप तुम्हारा।
है परसिद्ध जगत उजियारा।।
 
साधु-संत के तुम रखवारे।
असुर निकंदन राम दुलारे।।
 
अष्ट सिद्धि नौ निधि के दाता।
अस बर दीन जानकी माता।।
 
राम रसायन तुम्हरे पासा।
सदा रहो रघुपति के दासा।।
 
तुम्हरे भजन राम को पावै।
जनम-जनम के दुख बिसरावै।।
 
अन्तकाल रघुबर पुर जाई।
जहां जन्म हरि-भक्त कहाई।।
 
और देवता चित्त न धरई।
हनुमत सेइ सर्ब सुख करई।।
 
संकट कटै मिटै सब पीरा।
जो सुमिरै हनुमत बलबीरा।।
 
जै जै जै हनुमान गोसाईं।
कृपा करहु गुरुदेव की नाईं।।
 
जो सत बार पाठ कर कोई।
छूटहि बंदि महा सुख होई।।
 
जो यह पढ़ै हनुमान चालीसा।
होय सिद्धि साखी गौरीसा।।
 
तुलसीदास सदा हरि चेरा।
कीजै नाथ हृदय मंह डेरा।।
पवन तनय संकट हरन, मंगल मूरति रूप।
राम लखन सीता सहित, हृदय बसहु सुर भूप।।

Hanuman Chalisa in English

Jai Hanuman gyan gun sagar
Jai Kapis tihun lok ujagar
Ram doot atulit bal dhama
Anjaani putra Pavan sut nama
Mahabir Bikram Bajrangi
Kumati nivar sumati ke sangi
Kanchan varan viraj subesa
Kanan kundal kunchit kesa
Hath vajra aur dhvaja viraje
Kaandhe moonj janeyu saje
Shankar suvan kesri nandan
Tej pratap maha jag vandan
Vidyavan guni ati chatur
Ram kaj karibe ko aatur
Prabu charitra sunibe ko rasiya
Ram Lakhan Sita man basiya
Sukshma roop dhari siyahi dikhava
Vikat roop dhari lank jarava
Bhima roop dhari asur sanghare
Ramachandra ke kaj sanvare
Laye Sanjivan Lakhan jiyaye
Shri Raghuvir harashi ur laye
Raghupati kinhi bahut badai
Tum mam priye Bharat hi sam bhai
Sahas badan tumharo yash gaave
Asa kahi Shripati kanth lagaave
Sankadhik Brahmadi Muneesa
Narad Saarad sahit Aheesa
Yam Kuber Digpaal jahan te
Kavi Kovid kahi sake kahan te
Tum upkar Sugreevahin keenha
Ram milaye rajpad deenha
Tumharo mantra Vibheeshan maana
Lankeshwar bhaye sab jag jana
Yug sahastra jojan par Bhanu
Leelyo tahi madhur phal janu
Prabhu mudrika meli mukh mahee
Jaladhi langhi gaye achraj nahee
Durgam kaj jagath ke jete
Sugam anugraha tumhre tete
Ram dwaare tum rakhvare
Hoat na agya binu paisare
Sub sukh lahae tumhari sar na
Tum rakshak kahu ko dar naa
Aapan tej samharo aapai
Teenhon lok hank te kanpai
Bhoot pisaach nikat nahin aavai
Mahavir jab naam sunave
Nase rog harae sab peera
Japat nirantar Hanumant beera
Sankat te Hanuman chudavae
Man kram vachan dhyan jo lavai
Sab par Ram tapasvee raja
Tin ke kaj sakal Tum saja
Aur manorath jo koi lavai
Soi amit jeevan phal pavai
Charon jug partap tumhara
Hai persidh jagat ujiyara
Sadhu Sant ke tum rakhware
Asur nikandan Ram dulhare
Ashta sidhi nav nidhi ke dhata
As var deen Janki mata
Ram rasayan tumhare pasa
Sada raho Raghupati ke dasa
Tumhare bhajan Ram ko pavai
Janam janam ke dukh bisraavai
Anth kaal Raghuvir pur jayee
Jahan janam Hari Bakht Kahayee
Aur Devta chit na dharahi
Hanumanth sehi sarve sukh karehi
Sankat kate mite sab peera
Jo sumirai Hanumat balbeera
Jai Jai Jai Hanuman Gosayin
Kripa karahu Gurudev ki nyahin
Jo sat bar path kare kohi
Chutahi bandhi maha sukh hohi
Jo yah padhe Hanuman Chalisa
Hoye siddhi sakhi Gaurisa
Tulsidas sada hari chera
Keejai nath hridaye mein dera
Pavan tanay sankat harana, Mangal moorati roop I
Ram Lakhan Sita sahit, Hridaya basahu sur bhoop II

George Evans & his Creative nous who had gained national fame in poetry

London born George to Welsh parents (Celtic culture that defines a coastal city with a nightlife scene) but his father soon died when George Essex Evans (18 Jun 1863 - 19 Nov 1909) was a few months old. He was raised by his mother Mary Ann who was a well-educated woman, fluent in both Latin and Greek. After his education, Evans immigrated to Australia at the age of 17 with his sibling.

George had injured heavily while horse ridding. However, could not do any physical activities. Evans was a dual characteristic sometimes impulsive, showing oppositeness. As well as, loyal and kind. In his life, he was a successful husband and father. Despite his sick ears, he was gifted with a good amount of memory.

His poetic verses are famous. One of his poem, “the secret key and the order verses” published in 1906. It travels us to magical land, stars and to a strange power. However, he was working in public service. George penned many articles, criticism, poetry for Australian as well as British newspapers and journals. During the year 1902 to 1905 Evans was a regular columnist, contributed to Darling Downs Gazette and Toowoomba Chronicle.

Poem: “The Secret Key” by George Evans

There is a magic kingdom of star powers,
through-hidden, lit by other stars than ours;
and, when a wanderer through its mazes brings
Word of things seen, men say: “A poet sings”.
Its gates are guarded in a sterile land -
Mountain and deep morass, and shifting sand;
Storm-barred are they, and may not opened be
Save by the hand that finds the secret key.
That key, some say, lies in the sunset glow,
Or the white arc of dawn, or where the flow
of some lone river stems the shoreward wave
In shuddering silver on its ocean grave.
Some say that when the wind wars with the sea,
In that stern music, one may find the key.
Or in green blooms of forests, where the pine
Splits her spear amid great wreaths of vines;
Or, where the streaming mid's white rollers climb.
The dark ravine and precipice sublime-
A filmy sea that twines and intertwines
Wreathes the low hills, and veils the mighty lines
Of sovran mountains, crimsoned and aglow
In crystal pomp, crested with jewelled snow;
But still, with souls afire, men seek that land,
And die in deep morass and shifting sand.
To those alone its iron gates are free,
Who find, within their hearts, the secret key;
For Earth, with all the colour of her day,
is not their country — that lies far away.

Later in 1905, Evans published his own weekly newspaper in south Queensland. However, it was lasted only for few editions. His life then was so simple like a common man. He had married to widow Blanche Hopkins (1899) with two children in bonus. He was a milk man who used to deliver milk as a part-time job.

Also, read Melancholy Life of Amy Levy the poet who couldn't survive “Double D” War. And Emphatic philosopher, John Mill who had strange confusion between poetry and philosophy. How difficult was it is for poet Bukowski living a lonely life. However, he couldn't live through poetry in his is life.

A. K. Ramanujan: The man of Multilingual Scholar of Indian Literature

A K Ramanujan: was Indian literary scholar and poet. However, he was born to Proof of mathematician and astrologer, Attipat Krishnaswami, in Mysore.
A K Ramanujan: was Indian literary scholar and poet. However, he was born to Proof of mathematician and astrologer, Attipat Krishnaswami, in Mysore. Source: Wikipedia

Son of mathematician and astrologer A K Ramanujan (b. 16 March 1929 — d. 13 July 1993) was an Indian literary scholar and poet. However, he was born to mathematician and astrologer, Attipat Krishnaswami, in Mysore.

Writing Style of A K Ramanujan

He spent his 30 years at the University of Chicago. The well-known writer in Indian literature community, considered notable English poet of 1960. He wrote many essays and translated many Indian works into English, which depicts the Indian Culture.

Short Analysis of Obituary by A K Ramanujan

One of the obituaries shows how simple and still creative. Such poem shows deep culture of India. However, this piece of work had explained how the death of his father changed the family. One who explained the backbone of the family left one daughter who was the source of debts. Leaving a grandson who was just born, wetting the bed while grandfather's final goodbye. The family grew up old looking at the bend coconut tree in the yard.

Modern Poet

In this poem, it clearly said that the father of the poet was short temper. He tells the reader that his tempered behaviour could be seen in the burning flame pushing the ashes in the air. He also narrated the Indian rituals as per priest. However, A K Ramanujan well explained the cause of death of his father. The famed man died due to heart failure in the market, read many people in the column of the newspaper. As well as, how Indians are famous for using the same newspaper for wrapping the jaggery, sugar, lentils, and other kitchen goods supplied by shopkeepers.

“Obituary” Poem by Poet Ramanujan

Father, when he passed on,
left dust on a table of papers,
left debts and daughters,
a bed-wetting grandson
named by the toss
of a coin after him, a house that leaned
slowly through our growing
years on a bent coconut
tree in the yard.
Being the burning type,
he burned properly
at the cremation as before, easily and at both ends,
left his eye coins in the ashes that didn’t
look one bit different,
several spinal discs, rough,
some burned to coal,
for sons to pick gingerly and throw as the priest said,
facing east where three rivers met
near the railway station;
no long-standing headstone
with his full name and two dates
to hold in their parentheses
everything he didn’t quite
manage to do himself,
like his caesarian birth
in a Brahmin ghetto
and his death by heart-failure in the fruit market.
But someone told me
he got two lines
in an inside column
of a Madras newspaper
sold by the kilo
exactly four weeks later
to street hawkers who sell it in turn
to the small groceries
where I buy salt,
coriander,
and jaggery
in newspaper cones
that I usually read for fun, and lately
in the hope of finding
these obituary lines.
And he left us
a changed mother
and more than
one annual ritual.

Furthermore, read the famous Indian poets in the history and their poems

This is why every woman is in Love with Kamala Das poems

Kamala Das poems
Kamala Das (b. 31 March — d. 31 May 2009) Bilingual Kamala Das preferred to write poetry in English and other fictional work in Malayalam. She received many literary awards. Source Twitter

Kamala Das poems are famous among the women. Therefore, still her writing proves desire stirring in every poem loving women. Read why?

Indian writer, poet and failed politician Kamala Das (b. 31 March — d. 31 May 2009) was once Kamala Surayya. And most of her Malayalam writings by pen name, MadhaviKutty. Her most liked subjects in writing reckoning child education, political issues and labouring women related topics. Das was daughter of managing editor of widely newspaper, Matrubhumi (one of the famous Malayalam Daily) V. M. Nair and Poet Nalapat Balamani Amma. The Young soul of Kamala soon wrapped through the meaningful words breathes thousands of emotional and creative thoughts. At the very young age, Kamala swiftly acquired safest places for super vision under uncle Nelapat menon (7 Oct 1887 – 31 Oct 1954) who already had well settled within other well-known poets of India.

It is not queer to know specially in Kamala minded women. In the 60s, most of the women in Indian used to get married early. Das married to a banking professional Madhavan Das at the age of fifteen. However, her husband throughout her life not only became a good supporter but also one of the reasons of her inspiration in life. He motivated Kamala and insist focus on writing.

She was a notable Indian writer and poet for her many Malayalam short stories. Her first published work of poetry Summer in Calcutta (1965) has been considered a fresh celebrated gentle wind in poetry for that year.

Poetry does not sell in this country (India)

Kamala Das

Her second book, “The Descendant” (1967)  guides women educationally about sexual urge that trick out easily to achieve the desire of any women. Das often caught in comparison with Marguerite Duras and Sylvia Plath. One of her books, “My Story” (1975) her autobiography had become the controversial stirred. Later Kamala admitted that her biography had fictional elements. However, many Indian readers admired the work.

I cannot think of any other Indian autobiography that so honestly captures a woman's inner life in all its sad solitude, its desperate longing for real love and its desire for transcendence, its tumult of colours and its turbulent poetry

K. Satchidanandan

Bilingual Kamala Das preferred to write poetry in English and other fictional work in Malayalam. She received many literary awards. Few of them are as listed below.

  1. Asian Poetry Award 1963
  2. Sahitya Akademi Award 1984
  3. Muttathu Varkey Award
  4. Kundra Sahitya Academy Award 1985
  5. Vayalar Award 1997
  6. Ezhuthachan Award 2009

Getting a man to love you is easy
Only be honest about your wants as woman.
Stand nude before the glass with him
so that he sees himself the stronger one
And believes it so, and you so much more
Softer, younger, lovelier.
Admit your Admiration.
Notice the perfection Of his limbs,
his eyes reddening under the shower,
the shy walk across the bathroom floor,
dropping towels, and the jerky way he
Urinates.
All the fond details that make
him male and your only man.
Gift him all, gift him what makes you woman,
the scent of long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
the warm shock of menstrual blood, and all yours
Endless female hungers.
Oh yes, getting a man to love is easy,
but living without him afterwards may have to be
Faced.
A living without life when you move around,
meeting strangers, with your eyes that gave up their search,
with ears that hear only his last voice calling out your name,
and your body which once under his touch had gleamed
Like burnished brass, now drab and destitute.

I speak three languages, write in two, dream in one.

Many famous Malayalam works of Kamala Das published in her Pseudonym  MadhaviKutty. As well as, Das changed her name to Surayya after her conversion into Islam at the age of 65. There was a stir that she was going to get married to her Muslim lover in 1990 and converted to Islam. She also wanted to enter into politics but failed to make a line.

Occult jump of Mikhail Kuzmin from Music to Writing

The great poet from Russian Literature Mikhail Kuzmin (b. 18 Oct 1872 — d. 1 March 1936) originally was a musician, and later he moved his interest in writing. Kuzmin was from a noble family background. The man who never graduated from the university. He said why I love poetry and explained what it is exactly according to him.

It is easier and simpler poetry falls ready-made from the sky. Like manna into the mouths of an Israelites in the desert.

However, living and setting his goal on the writing did not make his love weaker for music. His work in music has little but has its poisons.

A Friend to all is a friend to none

— Aristotle

Friendship plays an important role in our life. One and everyone gets influence on life because of friends. Thus, Kuzmin also had two influences in his life one was travel and the other was soviet politician and linguist, patrician George Chicherin. They had never relationship less than any friendship.

He extensively travelled, brought many memories but the great turning and life’s learning were from old Believers. Mikhail’s journey had started from Egypt to Italy and his last part where he had spent his life was the northern part of Russia. Furthermore, Mikhail became an important figure in gay literature.

He slowly started gearing up in writing when Russian poet, critic and historian Valery Bryusov found his writing attractive and interesting to read. However, Valery had invited him to contribute to one of the famous literary magazines, Vesy. In the year 1906 for Kuzmin it became the best year for him as two of his famous work published.

His book, The Cycle, seven sections anthology also called as Aleksandrijskie Pesni. However, the book has a total 32 poems. The First two poems considered senses evoking about the great city that he admired was Alexandria (Egypt).

Poem: from “The Cycle” by Mikhail Kuzmin

Like a mother’s lullaby

Over her baby’s cradle

Like a mountain echo

Answering the shepherd’s pipe at daybreak,

Like the remote surge

Of my native sea, long un-beheld

Thy name rings in my ears

Thrice blessed Alexandria!

Like the hesitant whispering,

In the oak’s deep shade,

of love’s confessions,

Like the mysterious murmur

Of the shadowy sacred groves,

Like the lamborine of great Cybele,

Bringing to mind far thunder and the more of doves

Thy name rings in my ears,

Thrice sapient Alexandria!

Like the sound of a trumpet before battle,

The scream of an eagle over the abyss,

The rushing wings of flying NIKE

Thy name rings in my ears

Thrice mighty Alexandria

— The Cycle

Mikhail was the only writer whose first Russian novel, Wings received literary acclaimed and made him widely known.

His poetry is erudite and the themes range from Ancient Greece to Alexandria to modern day Petersburg

— Roberta Reeder

“Lermontov” Successfully Rode his Horse to The Western Literature

Real portrait of Lermontov
Self Real portrait of Lermontov

Russian artist and poet Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841) was very influenced by two things in life. The mountains of the Caucasus and his inspirational poet Lord Byron. He was born with a silver spoon, got his first year tutor at the home. And at the age of 13 (1829) he was being trained under a notable poet and critic Alexy Merzlyakov.

Additionally, The work of Lermontov had fresh feels of modern literature of Russia after the death of Alexander Pushkin (written controversial poetry including love poem for his lover kern). Equally, Lermontov was not only a poet, but also was a very notable artist of the mid 18th century. During, most of the paintings have been lost, but still some of them are the best of his works. They are landscapes on the themes of regiments, portraits of cartoon characters, scenes on genres, and sketches and drawings.

Besides, The Caucasus was the reason of creativity of Lermontov becoming the famous painter and poet. Most of the paintings made with oil-based. The history says that Lord Byron was his inspiration that motivated deep inside him. And it seems incorporated into his writings. Everybody (motivational persons) comes after the poet, Pushkin. Alexander Pushkin was the one and first admirer in the life of Mikhail Lermontov.

The Caucasus Mountains in Svaneti, Georgia (Source: Wikipedia Commons)

Popular Paintings made by Lermontov

While, Lermontov proved the world and drew all the attention of the universe toward him in the year 1837. It was right after the murder of Pushkin. It was Mikhail Lermontov who wrote on the event.

The second great writer of Russia's Golden Age, Mikhail Lermontov (1814-41) also had some familiarity with gay sex [1]

What Made Mikhail Lermontov visiting The Panoramic beautiful valleys of peaceful mountains?

Also, when he was a boy, at the age of 10, the first time he saw sacred The Caucasus. The Caucasus, or Caucasia, is a region between the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea. [2] He went to the great mountains with his beautiful grandmother, Yelizaveta Arsenyeva.

Although, being with disciplinary regiment officers and the military unite as well as attending his training programs. However, Mikhail got an astonished, mind-blowing and peaceful experience on his journey to the divine hills. And he quickly fell in love with its beauty. He himself called The Caucasus a sacred place for him.

The thoughts of the young Lermontov couldn’t resist any more elicit from inside his brain. He was the only one and had of the greatest brainpower Russian saw and heard ever.

For him, it was like a feeling of having a strong urge for a pen and paper something to draw or write a poem all about the situation.

Later he produced a poem called “The Demon” 1829 – 1839, is dedicated to his Divine place, The Caucasus. “Many faultless verses of The Demon which might have been printed separately lay all his life in a hidden place.” That time he was dwelling there to enfold The Caucasus in his soul until he finishes assigned duty of the regiment.

The poetry “The Demon” was set in the beloved mountains and measured as the masterpiece of European Romantic poetry. To make this timeless masterpiece, he had written many drafts, rewrite and write. The final one published later in 1842 after his death.

The Demon is a story of girl Tamara who was a daughter of Gudal, a Caucasian chief. Both were living in a castle on a grand hill. One evening, Tamara was spending the evening with her girlfriends, dancing and singing. She was so pure and lovely that she would arouse resistless thoughts in anybody. Even in a Demon, were one to see her. He sees her and fall in love.

Read The Poem: “The Demon” by Mikhail Lermontov

A FALLEN ANGEL once was winging Over a sinful earth his way,
And memory was ever bringing The vision of a happier day,
telling an unforgotten story How once in realms of light and glory A seraph pure and bright he shone
How the brief comet downward fleeting Loved to exchange a smile of greeting With him, before its spark was gone.
How 'mid the infant world's formations In caravans of cloud he roved Through worlds of scattered constellations
How Nature spread her lore and smiled Once upon him, God's happy child, In days when he believed and loved.
No trouble vexed his spirit then
Now endless vistas lie between
The blessedness beyond his ken
And Him, who knew what might have been. (Read free, Source: archieve.org)[3]

We cannot run away from the fact that dramatization of the poem. It is a Christian poem where mustered the problems of Evil and his social criticism. The Demon do well enough than Onegin. Eugene Onegin is a novel in verse written by Alexander Pushkin (1825–1835).

Mikhail Lermontov died young in a duel when he was 27. The part of his inspiration had two great things. The Caucasus and poetic influence of Byron that made a great Lermontov. He was the one who rode horseback and successful travelled to ranges of the Western literature and culture.

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The First Selfie by Robert Cornelius

The first selfie by Robert Cornelius has been world-famous. Vogue of selfie brought in 21st century from the one did not sure who make the first attempt to start taking selfie with smartphone who had front camera. But before the invention of smartphone, he was Robert Cornelius in 1839.

About the first selfie man, Robert Cornelius

First Selfie in the World | The camera (DSLR) was first found in 1986 by Japanese company, Nikon. Cornelius, when captured the first selfie, took his 10 – 15 minutes.

Robert Cornelius (b. 1 March 1809 — d. 10 Aug 1893) was a businessman (lamp manufacturer) but his nerves also had creative endings. Those endings finally invented a new and unique way to captured his portrait perfectly into a DSLR frame. The camera (DSLR) was first found in 1986 by Japanese company, Nikon. Cornelius, when captured the first selfie, took his 10 – 15 minutes. He might have spent more hours practising the different angles and positions, thus finely he captured the one in max 15 minutes.

Another photographer, Hippolyte Bayard found and broke the record a second time. He discovered his fine portrait and showed his skills of photography in 1847. The story of Bayard was unique and different from Robert. He was a pioneer in the history of photogenic era, which had recently begun in human fashion.

Hippolyte was the one who used to print white paper instantly and the man who presented the first public exhibition of photographs in the world (in Jun 24 1839). He took many photos of nature including plant specimens, posing himself with streets, buildings and urban civilization as it was his favourite passion.

Bayard was an expert in Direct Positive Process (a method of producing photographs of mid 18s) the process used to produced unique photocopy that could not reproduce. His most notable photo was “Self Portrait of Drowned Man” (it is called as the first fake photo) behind the photograph he wrote:

Self Portrait of Drowned Man

The corpse which you see here is that of M. Bayard, inventor of the process that has just been shown to you. As far as I know this indefatigable experimenter has been occupied for about three years with his discovery. The Government which has been only too generous to Monsieur Daguerre, has said it can do nothing for Monsieur Bayard, and the poor wretch has drowned himself. Oh the vagaries of human life….! … He has been at the morgue for several days, and no-one has recognized or claimed him. Ladies and gentlemen, you'd better pass along for fear of offending your sense of smell, for as you can observe, the face and hands of the gentleman are beginning to decay.

Despite being a founding member of “French Society of Photography” he considered the first photographer of France of historical sites in 1851.

Understanding pictorial time, no one could forget the below poem

Poem: “This Is A Photograph Of Me” by Margaret Atwood (Canadian Poet) — 1939

It was taken some time ago.
At first, it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and grey flecks
blended with the paper;

then, as you scan
it, you see in the left-hand corner
a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree
(balsam or spruce) emerging
and, to the right, halfway up
what ought to be a gentle
slope, a small frame house.

In the background there is a lake,
and beyond that, some low hills.

(The photograph was taken
the day after I drowned.

I am in the lake, in the centre
of the picture, just under the surface.

It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or small I am:
the effect of water
on light is a distortion

but if you look long enough,
eventually
you will be able to see me.)

Margaret Atwood

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The Strength and adversity of Marianne Moore in her anthology

Poetry of Marianne MooreA Jelly Fish” tells us at starting with visibility and invisibility feelings on her loneliness. It all follows till the end of the poem. Inhabit is the only left on the earth in living of any person, animal or any kind of creature. There is no escape on this holy land. Thus, she made it successfully, thought-provoking life of loneliness turning Moore to one of the best poets of the nineteenth century.

Harriet Monroe (the editor of Latter) would describe her works,

"Elliptically Musical Profundity"

Poem: “A Jelly Fish” by Marianne Moore

Visible, invisible,
A fluctuating charm,
An amber-colored amethyst
Inhabits it; your arm
Approaches, and
It opens and
It closes;
You have meant
To catch it,
And it shrivels;
You abandon
Your intent
It opens, and it
Closes and you
Reach for it
The blue
Surrounding it
Grows cloudy, and
It floats away
From you.

The poet says that an attraction never last longer, a constant. It fluctuates times to time. Probably a purple stone does that, and inhibits the charms. It sometimes kept that consistency, sometimes opens and sometimes closes, however, not permanently. And one particular day, it faded away, disappears into the clouds away from you.

— T. S. Eliot wrote,

My conviction has remained unchanged for the last 14 years that Miss Moore's poems form part of the small body of durable poetry written in our time.

Her poems are difficult to understand and written on many subjects at a time. When Moore died in 1972. All of her works including her drawings, books papers and written works left to Philadelphia's Rosen bach Museum and Library.

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See How Love Poems By Rumi Change Your view

Learning seems effortlessly from the gunny of love poems by Rumi. He showed us how to love this universe and its forms through his poetic mind.

You can call Rumi a preacher, a saint, or promoter of the creator of this universe. He was born to a clergyman of a Persian family (30 Sep 1207 – 17 Dec 1273) in Afghanistan. His real name was Jalal ad-din Muhammad Balkhi. There was no doubt that he was not a Muslim, but he never confined himself to a particular religion. He means there is a single light that every human and their religion belongs to and has the same origin. And the meaning of his name is “Glory of The Faith”. He was a well-known Sufi master and famous for his ecstatic poetry.

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.

Rumi
The poems of Rumi bring Spirituality and Love | Depiction of Rumi and Shams-e Tabrizi
Depiction of Rumi
and Shams-e Tabrizi

His poetry talks all about Love and according to Rumi, the definition of love he incorporated into his verses. Those books are still anyone would love to read which are timeless poetry.

“That flame which when it blazes up, burns away everything except the everlasting beloved.”

Reading it quickly reminds us a famous saying, “everything is fair in love and war” it is likely more similar in terms but Rumi put it in very precise way.

The below poetry of Rumi explains extremely well. He put himself into different states of life and educate readers. This verse is from his one of the well-known works “The Masnavi”.

I died to the mineral state and became a plant,
I died to the vegetal state and reached animality,
I died to the animal state and became a man,
Then what should I fear? I have never become less from dying.
At the next charge (forward) I will die to human nature,
So, that I may lift (my) head and wings (and soar) among the angels,
And I must (also) jump from the river of (the state of) the angel,
Everything perishes except His Face,
Once again I will become sacrificed from (the state of) the angel,
I will become that which cannot come into the imagination,
Then I will become non-existent; non-existence says to me (in tones) like an organ,
Truly, to Him, is our return.

His micro thinking in this poetry earned high value by placing his powerful imagination to overcome the fear of human. The poem states simply flow of energy from one object to another. It is a process of nature. He and his verses well explained the way to reach god and it is possible through poetry, songs, dance which awakes our consciousness and lead us through a bright light to the Devine power.
His other great work “Diwan-e Shams-e Tabriz” after reading his love poems by Rumi, It appears that he wanted to dissolve all the lovers and awake human awareness.

The Poet, Nanao Sakaki, Well Said,

When you hear dirty story,
Wash your ear.
When you see ugly stuff,
Wash your eyes,
When you get bad thoughts,
Wash your mind.

See How Love Poems By Rumi Change Your view
It seems effortlessly from the gunny of verses of Rumi. He showed us how to love this universe and its forms through his poems. | 23 meters high statue of Mevlana in Buca, İzmir, Turkey

Readers would get a question on its last line that how to wash mind and the simple answer is read Rumi, his human cultivating thoughts and harmonious, intriguing mystical poetry which are valued for lifetime.

Rumi Poem: "In Your Light I Learn How To Love"

In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.

The above poem of Rumi says that what I create from my thoughts that is all about you. It is a love inside his chest that no one could see, but he could sometimes see and reveal the identity of the perception to the lovers through his writings and that is called Art by Rumi.

One of the love poems by Rumi: There is nothing ahead

Lovers think they’re looking for each other,
but there’s only one search: wandering
this world is wandering that,
both inside one
transparent sky.
In here there is
no dogma and no heresy.
The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said
or did about the future.

Forget the future.
I’d worship someone who could do that.
On the way you may want to look back, or not.
But if you can say, There’s nothing ahead,
there will be nothing there.
Stretch your arms
and take hold the cloth of your clothes
with both hands.
The cure for pain is in the pain.
Good and bad are mixed.

If you don’t have both,
you don’t belong with us.
When one of us gets lost,
is not here, he must be inside us.

There’s no place like that anywhere in the world.

The poet said that there is nothing apart from this holy earth where the pain, love, and cure are present. If there is pain, there is cure inside itself. Finding cure of pain is a job of Ambitious man.

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Desire Of Soul By Abai Qunanbaiuly love everyone in learning

Cultural reformer and poet Abay Kunanbayev (b.10 Aug 1845 – 6 July 1904) from Kazakhstan renowned for his notable work “The Book of Words” there were two inspirational people in his life since his childhood, Mikhail Lermontov (Russian writer) and Alexander Pushkin (Russian Poet). His second name is Abai Qunanbaiuly.

His poetry represents Kazakh culture and folklore for his people and the country. He developed as a fine writer from Russian culture and literature.

His pen brought about socio-political and economic changes that resulted in over the educational and philosophical changes to the existing philosophers, whether it is from Asia, Western or Russia. From his magical writings native continued to adapt the moral of the stories from his writings.

His reading experiences were mostly from Russian and European literature that transformed his life. Abay worked hard for the liberty of people and bringing the education as well as making them free from poverty was his prolong motive. And drive the awareness of corruption in the country.

From the book “The Book of Words” these thoughts and wisdom are famous, read below.

“Sorrow darkens the soul, chills the body, numbs the will, and then bursts forth in words or tears. I have seen people praying; “Oh, Allah, make me as carefree as a babe!” They imagine themselves to be sufferers, oppressed by cares and misfortunes, as though they had more sense than infants. As to their cares and concern, these can be judged from the proverbs: “If you will live no longer than noon, make provision for the whole day”,
“Even his father becomes a stranger to a beggar”
“Cattle for the Kazakh is flesh of his flesh”
“A rich man has a countenance full of light, a poor man — as hard as stone”
“The dzighit and the wolf will find their food along the way”
“The herds of exalted men are left to the care of others, except when such men have nothing better to do”
“The hand that takes also gives”
“He who has managed to get rich is always in the right”
“If you can't rely on the bey, don't count on God either”
“If you are famished, gallop to the place of a funeral feast”
“Beware of a lake with no shallows and of a people that knows no mercy”
Such proverbs are legion.”

“Life is the source of well-being...” What kind of life is meant here? Just existing to keep body and soul together? But even a dog is endowed with such an existence. He who treasures such a life, who is plagued by the fear of death, becomes an enemy to life everlasting.”
[...] Fleeing for his life from the foe, he will be known as a coward; shirking work, he will pass for a ne'er-do-well, he will become an enemy of the good. [...] No, what the proverb refers to is another kind of life. One that keeps the soul alive and the mind clear. If your body is alive but your soul is dead, words of reason will not reach you, and you will be incapable of earning your living by honest work.”

A loafer and a sycophant,
A hanger-on and an impudent fellow,
Valiant in his looks but craven in his heart,
Has no sense of shame […]”

If you are like that, do not imagine yourself to be alive. A righteous death will then be better than such an existence.

Abai Qunanbaiuly

Abay said that an infant only required two things in this life and those become essential needs. First is food, drink and sleep. And the other is having intense desire and unending crave for knowledge.

What is that?
What’s that for?
Why is he doing that?

— Abay,

“This is the natural desire of the soul, the wish to see everything, hear everything and learn everything.”

A Poem by Abai Qunanbaiuly (The Book of Words)

When dying,
I will not lament:
Alas, I have not tasted
This or that joy!..
Not torturing me with
regrets about earthly things,
I shall find solace
In the life to come.
A good child is a joy,
but a bad one is a burden.
Who knows what kind of child,
God will bestow on you?
Or haven't had enough
of the humiliation you have
Had to swallow all your life?

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