WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES A POETIC ANALYSIS: LET ME FORGET

POETIC ANALYSIS
Poet Rumpa Ghosh
Poem: Let Me Forget
LET ME FORGET
The quivering window panes,
The raving rush of air.
The roaring gust surrounds,
Let me forget him as passing wind.
The footsteps heard,
Faint image formed
In reality or fantasy.
Let me remember him as a fading shadow.
A silent moonlit sky,
Void of stars.
A streak of light glistened,
Let me watch him as a shooting star.
The royal throne
Once he ruled and reigned.
The fallen empire now,
Let me remember him as declining glory.
© Rumpa Ghosh
Above is a poem of high elegance and poetic bliss. Silently, the life bound senses and all related love essences set in movements and moods just to abandon the rationale. There is none bold enough to say on what are life realities occurring. As human beings we all are shouldering our own civilization, belief, convention and politics even at the expense of our well being. From these our individuality is being shaped, and how these self expressions are unique in everyone’s insights as it is all those illusions all along and not reality itself as what we get is not what we imagine.
“ The quivering window panes,
The raving rush of air.
The roaring gust surrounds,
Let me forget him as passing wind.”

The world that we live in, the reality, which we are a fraction of, is just so little and thus inadequate. That is why, in our infinite competence for possible expansion, man created delusion of fantasy. It is like a vast blue sky, Sky is not the limit for dreams, it is the limit to a certain extent it is more imaginative, more exciting, and more fun.
 “ The footsteps heard,
Faint image formed
In reality or fantasy.
Let me remember him as a fading shadow….”
Fantasy is like a blue ocean where we have all his ideas and dreams, and then we all take a dive on in from the launch pad of mind's eye. So, jump in to the ocean. Why not? Just make sure that when you jump in to the lake you know how to get back from where you came from. Because, no matter how big a fantasy is, to the point that it somehow changes our perception of what is…show more content…
“…A silent moonlit sky,
Void of stars.
A streak of light glistened,
Let me watch him as a shooting star…”.
This is fantasy mixing itself with reality, that in the process, it is now becoming hard to decide whether that particular fantasy is still just a fantasy apart from reality or it is already mistaken to be reality. The poem invites further more in depth analysis.
“ The royal throne
Once he ruled and reigned.
The fallen empire now,
Let me remember him as declining glory…”
Is everything that we experience every day, see, touch, smell and hold is real? Or is it not? The world we make out is always an illusion. The outside world and other minds cannot be known and might not exist outside the mind. Everything is matter and the mind is illusionary, emergent. This is called eliminative materialism symbolically in literature.
There is none as specific as “him” which is an imagination. Artist Rumpa Ghosh as a poet expresses that the theme has been taken up on various ways we could forget someone in real lifetime.  A poets mind is a pool of imaginations and visualization of a reality in different ways seeing and nurturing nature. The poem is focusing on various ways we could forget someone. Those ways could be portrayed beautifully relating to nature around us. Please accept my heartfelt congratulations
 Williamsji Maveli