After reading many a poem recently, here are some of my
doubts:
Has poetry become a mere compilation of wild, out-of-the-life,
out-of-the-box imagery just to substantiate a single-faceted idea statement.
Has poetry become an orphan, without a language of its own? Or
with the same craft pattern such as the one used in some ultra-left campaign
material?
Is modern poetry like fast food? Or is it something
that is created to fit in to the tiny coffin spaces of modern media?
Cinema, music, dance, theatre – all have distinct languages,
but not poetry.
Agree, there are brilliant glimpses of excellence in some of
the new-gen creations – mere lines as I would like to call them - but they lack
in totality. Fast and furious they are, but at the same time weak and resigned
they are.
What is modern day poetry? Only time will tell..
Yes, we are missing the woods for the trees.