Minu Jasdanwala on Poetry

                             Behind the scenes

It is a great challenge to put into words of the art which is by and large successful than other arts in putting into words the concrete and the abstract. Last night raised the academic question - what is poetry? Today morning came the answer (only an attempt) from the experiences of my little poetic journey to answer the question; insufficient might it be for all who have gone on that poetry picnic with themselves.  

On Poetry

Poetry arises from a recondite source passing as a sensational current through the one who is attempting to put into words the firsthand experience. The only art reaches anywhere closer to the participation of an event of an X person is poetry, for the original experience of being and knowing can only be shared and cannot be put to use the same way as when it was occurred; once and for life. The attempt of poetic communication is capable in reproducing the closer proximity of the happening. To apprehend poetry is a fruit reaped through the repeated exercising of great mental labor that involves the investment of time and superior concentration supplemented by solitariness. There is a class stuff involved in both writing and comprehending the art.

Minu Jasdanwala

(5/12/15)

Minu Jasdanwala's Miley give me smiley

Background :

This is my frist attempt to write lyrics from the perspective of a teenage girl who falls in love with a pop star Miley Cyrus and fantasises to be with her someday. The diction and the subject matter is with respect to a teen girl's psyche, attempting to say what she feels. The refrains are her anxiety but fairy tail end releases her somewhat from her aloneness and with a desire to meet her girl someday in the time tunnel of hope.



Miley give me smiley

I was all alone on a Sunday morning
Alone, alone with myself.
Daddy called me hey Sweety !
Want to go for a ride?
Alone, alone what else could I do?
I said, yes Daddy, let’s go to the other side.

We went to a CD store
Where there were the posters
Of beauteous babes
And hardy boys but
Alone, alone I was with myself.

And daddy asked me,
“Sweety what can I buy for you?”
“Nothing daddy, I said,
It’s all old and nothing’s new”
Alone, alone I was with myself.


The shopper found me sad and asked,
“What’s bothering my child?”
I said, “alone, alone I am with myself.
You won’t understand.
 

He gifted me a new album
From an old old stand.
It was a lifelong gift
Of a blonde, slim friend.

Blonde babe she was, she was,
She was with me always.
Singing songs and painting nails,
When I felt low, she was there to raise.
Alone, a little less alone with myself.

Miley you’ll teach me singing,
Miley you’ll teach me smile,
Miley you’ll be with me
For all the while.

A school girl now I feel at day
And a dancing star by night
I dream to be with you someday.
Happy, happy I am with me.


Minu Jasdanwala
(3/12/15)