The ignominy of

August 16, 2007 at 5:05 am 21 comments

All of us started out,
walking on the paths.
The journey was joyous and vagabond.
Rivers, mountains and sea shores
were crossed by
only all of us.

Crossed the hurdles of the apparent,
the evident and the discernible.
Drank the perceptible poisons
and survived with glee.
Then we were peaceful and conventional.
Our journey was acknowledged.
On the waves of the seven seas
we wrote our pains.

Light pours from the black sky.
Luminescence spreads ahead
on the dirt under our feet.
It bloomed in our hearts
and dissolved our pains
into frothing, foaming

All of us started out,
walking on the paths. Incognito.
Far into the journey,
with unknown distance awaiting us,
now I see no light.
Blinded by the scorching beam
thrown on my tired face
by those who watch us walk.

. . . . unconvention

Β© 2007 Ritwik Banerjee

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Entry filed under: art, life, literature, pain, perspective, Poetry.

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  • 1. Janice Thomson  |  August 16, 2007 at 3:49 pm

    Gosh Ritwik I almost posted a poem on similar lines today. The last line, indeed the last verse, speaks volumes and is something felt deep in my own heart. I have never been sorry for taking the ‘road less traveled.’ Thank you for sharing these wonderful words.

    Reply: You are such a wonderful reader Janice. I am always glad to read your comments. I haven’t been able to visit your blog for quite a while (this stupid new office where I work has blocked blogspot!) . . . . 😦 . . . . . It’s nice to meet people in the blogosphere with whom I can share my sensitivities.


  • 2. helenl  |  August 16, 2007 at 6:24 pm

    Hi Ritwik,
    I really like this poem. My favorite line is “Light pours from the black sky.”

    My only suggestion is delete the final line. It seems redundant, since you have it in the title. And then it would end with with those who don’t get it and never will.

    You don’t have to explain.

    Reply: Thank you Helen. There are places where I like this poem, but on the whole, I was not very confident about the piece. Your opinion matters a lot to me …. and I am really very glad to hear that you like it.


  • 3. Shy  |  August 16, 2007 at 7:21 pm

    love it!!!! you are a natural!

    Reply: Aha! Praises from none other that the Sorceress! πŸ™‚ Love you!


  • 4. Just a Woman  |  August 17, 2007 at 2:21 pm

    Hi thank you for your nice comment on my blog

    I do have an other blog to, a more romatick blog with picture and poems and songs, your welcome to make a visit.

    greetings sofia

  • 5. Just a Woman  |  August 17, 2007 at 2:26 pm

    Oj I didn`t se. Wow! Thank you so very much

  • 6. Paul Knopfler  |  August 17, 2007 at 8:37 pm

    At midnight, Ritwik lays aside his sacred book and write a poem. Then flies, or runs, or mounts a white horse and travels where he will.

    Reply: I never know how to react to your comments Paul. Midnight or not, there are times when I do as you declare here — fly, run, mount on a horse and go into my imagination and my joys, my reality and my sorrows.


  • 7. Magari  |  August 18, 2007 at 11:47 am

    Loved the writing, but no offense. Is a copyright necessary you think?

    What written word is ever owned by anyone?

    Reply: A poem, story or any other piece of art is like an engine. Just as the engineer/scientist who designed and built the engine has no exclusive rights over the metal he used, a poet has no personal authority over the words he uses. But the engine as a whole belongs to the scientist, and the poem too, belongs to the poet.
    Don’t worry about meaning no offense. None was taken. But, I would like to say this:
    I have thought about this issue for a long time, and I would not like to enter into the discussion all over again. So please don’t press the issue.


  • 8. antisocialist  |  August 19, 2007 at 9:03 pm

    You’re at your strongest in the third stanza, Ritwik, the opening sentence in particular. Something Malcolm Lowery-esque about it, which you’ve managed to capture in that one line. Have you ever read him? Under the Volcano? Parts of it, especially his opening chapter, have this feel.

    Drop by sometime. I know that politics are not necessarily your bag, nothing wrong with that, I totally respect it, but there’s a slightly more philosophical-literary post up now that you might find somewhat interesting.

    Best of all possible regards.

    Reply: Thanks! I really appreciate your comment. I have never read Malcolm Lowery, but I have heard of him …. there are so many authors I would like to read, the list just goes on increasing while I sit here on my ass coding stuff into a computer every day! You are right about my political views: I don’t have any. But something closer to philosophy or literature? I am there, my friend, rushing towards your blog this very moment!


  • 9. Just a Woman  |  August 20, 2007 at 9:38 am

    Thank you for stoping by my friend

    Reply: No Problem. πŸ™‚


  • 10. enreal  |  August 21, 2007 at 2:39 am

    Interesting poem Ritwik. I re-read the last verse a couple times…I loved it. Thank you for sharing

  • 11. S. Khan  |  August 24, 2007 at 11:27 pm

    Just as always. Great work. Your words and vocab are very well put together.

    Reply: Thank you! πŸ™‚


  • 12. harmonie22  |  August 25, 2007 at 7:03 pm

    Ritwik this poem is vibrant, alive, and beautiful. I love the way you somehow capture that sense of expanse within nature vs. that expanse within our own selves. You’ve captured that bittersweet sense of solitude within that vastness and the trials of life’s journey, oftentimes using nature’s elements to show without saying. My favorite thing about this poem is that it breaks barriers between the individual and nature, somehow reconnecting them. I do agree with Helen about taking out the last line; if you don’t mind me sharing this poem has such momentum already that you really don’t need it.

    Thank you for sharing.

    Reply: I have always said that you are a wonderful reader Harmonie. You read my poems exactly how I want them to be read. I don’t know how you do that! I am glad to see you chip in your comment for this poem. It’s one of my favourites (is a poet supposed to have a favourite among his/her own creations?) !!


  • 13. harmonie22  |  August 26, 2007 at 8:44 pm

    Hello again…and thank you. It is only a love of poetry that makes me a good reader. I can see why this poem is one of your favorites, its one of my favorites of yours as well.

    To answer your last question: yes. At the end of the day, you are your primary audience and your harshest critic, I have favorites too πŸ™‚

    Reply: I think an author is always his/her harshest critic because the author alone knows and understands the distance between the imagination and the written words.


  • 14. Shyma  |  August 30, 2007 at 3:56 pm

    Enjoyed your poems as always Ritwik.

    Reply: Thanks Shyma! πŸ™‚


  • 15. kalyan  |  September 3, 2007 at 7:51 am

    lovely words…

    Reply: Thanks! πŸ™‚


  • 16. Just a Woman  |  September 3, 2007 at 10:39 am

    Hi my friend, I am just passing by.

    Reply: I would have liked you to stay for a while under the shades of these Evergreen Leaves πŸ™‚


  • 17. Kalliope Amorphous  |  September 4, 2007 at 9:10 am

    All of your poetry is so beautiful. Thanks for your visit and comments on my blog. Nice to have met you. Namaste…

    Reply: Namaste! πŸ™‚ I am glad you liked my poetry.


  • 18. Ritika  |  September 16, 2007 at 11:37 am

    there’s a poem by nissim ezekiel called enterprise……….i to some extent found this similar with it…read it……

    Reply: I have read only one poem by Nissim Ezekiel. That too because it was in my school syllabus. I hated that poem. There was nothing poetic about it. And therefore, I forgot that poem. πŸ™‚


  • 19. Ritika  |  September 17, 2007 at 3:59 pm

    no no i mean….read it….[pronounced as reed]

    this poem has the same feel.i thot u shud noe that sumone felt so after reading ur poem…..nothing important though….

  • 20. dr. ram sharma  |  July 27, 2008 at 1:51 pm

    very good natural and spontaneous poems stright from the heart
    dr. ram sharma
    senior lecturer in english
    janta vedic college, baraut, baghpat, u.p.,india

    Reply: I thank you for your kind remark.


  • 21. Kuo Thai  |  December 30, 2008 at 12:39 pm

    Hi Ritwik,

    The poem you read of Nissim Ezekiel is “The Night of the Scorpion”, methinks. I read it too in school and did not like it.

    I agree with Ritika that there are shades of Nissim Ezekiel’s “Enterprise” in your “Ignominy of Unconvention.” But your ending is more positive than NE’s “Enterprise” (“The trip has darkened every face/ Our deeds were neither great nor rare….”).

    “Drank the perceptible poisons
    and survived with glee.” You sound like Devdas! Great usage of contrast.

    Ritwik, where do you get time to write such thought-provoking ideas?

    Sorry for joining late on this. Keep up the good work


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