there is in any given time frame, a visible duality in cultural location, in ideological frameworks, in philosophies that one lives one's life by and in lifestyles. the civilizational sophisticate represents a structured text legitimized way of life "High Culture", and a simpler, commonsensical somewhat rustic, "Low Culture", of the common folks...the masses. in the Indian context this duality can also be perceived as the divide between the shastric brahmanical tradition and the simpler philosophy of the later Bhakti Saints, protesting against the regimented , hierarchical prescriptions, preaching a philosophy simply based on love and submission...
I've found my empathy with the latter, and have had to deal with the former, practiced by loved ones, living as i do in India
ironically, structures, limit, as much as they define, it pains me to see people live with self imposed limitations.
i'd rather let love embrace all....
this poem , reproduced below is mine....

many many moons ago, i read a poem, by Gulzar Sahib...".tere shehar pahunch to jaata, raste main dariya bahut the, pul tune sab jala diye the..."( not verbatim )...the last line has stayed with me...
i've used it here though this is an entirely different piece...

तुम और मैं

आचार, विचार, अध्यन, अभ्यास, ध्यान,
कितनी सुसंस्कृत है तुम्हारी दुनिया,
मर्यादा, संतुलन , शास्त्र पदत पाण्डित्य,
स्वालम्भन, अनासक्ती
अवश्य मोक्ष कि प्राप्ति होगी तुम्हे…
मैं ,
अनगढ़ माटी कि पुतली,
केवल प्रेम कि एक पोथी ही पढी है मैंने,
सरल समर्पण से उपजी आसक्ती,
सहज स्वीकार है मुझे,
तुम,
आकार निराकार, भाव पदार्थ के भेद में,
ईश्वर को खोजते हो,
मैं,
प्रेम के मोह में बन्धी ,
अपना अस्तीत्व त्याग चुकी हूँ,
कोई,मर्यादा, कोई सीमा व्याखित नहीँ करती मुझे,…
लो,
हम फिर अपने अपने पाले में हैं ,
पुल सब जला दिये हैं तुमने …
~ विन्नी
4/5/14

Tum aur Main

Aachar vichar adyan abhyas dhyan
Kitni susanskrit hai tumhari duniya
Maryada santulan shastra padat paditaya
Swalambhan, anasakti....
Awashya mokshya ki prapti hogi tumhe
Main, ungadh mati ki putli
Kewal prem ki ek pothi hee padhi hai Maine,
Saral samarpan se upjee aasakti sehaj sweekar hai mujhe
Tum
Aakaar niraakar bhaav padharth ke bhed main
Ishwar ko khojte ho
Main
prem ke moh main bandhee
Apna astitiv tyaag chuki hoon
Koi maryada, koi seema vyakhit nahin karti mujhe...
Lo , hum phir apne apne pale main hain
Pul Sab jala diyen hain tumne...
~Vinny
4/5/14

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