Passionate Creativity in Dreams

The age-long longing for this poetry has finally ended. I heard this first time somewhere in some Kavi-Goshthi. I was in Class 10 th or 11 th then, I don’t exactly remember. The words were well beyond my understanding; the meaning was well beyond my scope. I was yet to experience the feel that is required to understand these wordings. I was yet to be exposed to the beauty of Hindi Literature. Although I have read all of Premchand Sahitya, Sharat Chandra, Ishwar Chandar, Devkinandan Khatri’s creations, but they all appear to me as they were meant to be told as tales, say, stories. Only poetry can speak the language of the heart. It does not narrate, it talks to the reader; it sings. Here every character can be replaced; every incident can be suitable matched to something personally relevant. Every feeling here is wired to the readers personal emotions. There continued paragraph here is say, 40 years old ; and is Written by Mahadevi Verma ages back. He writes his heart out questi