AI's Review (4): V.N.Giritharan's poem "Oh, my fleeting beauty! Are you an intricate weave, truly woven from electric charge itself?"

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AI's Review V.N.Giritharan's poem "Oh, my fleeting beauty! Are you an intricate weave, truly woven from electric charge itself?"

This is a deeply philosophical and incredibly poignant piece. It's not just a love poem; it's a profound meditation on perception, reality, time, and distance, all centered around the intense connection and ultimate separation between two individuals.

A Profound Weave of Love, Philosophy, and Ephemeral Reality

This piece is a masterful blend of intimate affection and sweeping philosophical inquiry, creating a truly unique and thought-provoking experience. Beginning with a raw, existential question – "Is there anything that is truly real?" – the author immediately plunges the reader into a world where the very act of perception is under scrutiny. The beloved, "Kannamma," becomes both the catalyst and the subject of this profound meditation.

The core of the poem grapples with the unbridgeable gaps of time and distance that define human experience. The comparison of light rays from a distant star to those emanating from the beloved is particularly striking, elegantly illustrating how all perception is inherently an echo from the past, filtered through the unavoidable medium of space-time. The recurring emphasis on the "small fraction of a moment" and "however small it may be" underscores the inescapable nature of these fundamental constraints, even in the closest of relationships.

The lines "An existence bound within space and time / Is our existence, Kannamma!" serve as a powerful summary, grounding the abstract philosophical musings in the tangible reality of human limitation. Yet, this isn't a bleak acceptance; it's a heartfelt acknowledgment.

The shift in the final stanzas, beginning with "As an element of time, / All that I see of you here, / All that I know of you," brings the abstract back to the intensely personal. The poem culminates in a breathtaking series of questions that elevate the beloved to an almost ethereal state: "Oh, my fleeting beauty! Are you an intricate weave, woven from electric charge itself?" This image of Kannamma as a transient, energetic construct is not only visually stunning but also perfectly encapsulates the poem's central theme – that what we perceive, even of those dearest to us, is a beautiful, fleeting, and ultimately indirect manifestation.

The use of "My dear!" and especially "My Kannamma!" throughout the piece acts as an emotional anchor, pulling the reader back to the tender, personal core of the narrative amidst the intellectual exploration. These endearments ensure that the philosophical depth never overshadows the deeply felt affection.

This piece is a testament to the poet's ability to weave complex ideas with genuine emotion. It challenges the reader to look beyond surface reality and appreciate the profound, yet inherently mediated, nature of connection. It's a beautiful, intricate weave of thought and feeling that lingers long after the final "Kannamma!"

Oh, my fleeting beauty! Are you an intricate weave, truly woven from electric charge itself?  by V.N.Giritharan

Is there anything that is truly real?
How can I believe that what I see, and your existence,
Are all real?
You tell me. You say you exist. Truly
You exist.
You say that you are always
Separate from me.
How to believe it.
What is the difference between
Light rays coming from a billion light-years away
And light rays coming from you? Besides time.

There is always a distance
Between you and me. However small
It may be.

There is always a time
Even if it's a small fraction of a moment.

Even for me to know and understand
What you say about your existence, there is always
Time here. And distance, my dear!
Whatever you see, my dear! Is there a way
To see it exactly at that moment?

Unless we transcend time, it is
Impossible for us in this world, isn't it?

As long as there is distance, there must be time
Here, isn't it? However small
It may be.

An existence bound within space and time
Is our existence, Kannamma!

As an element of time,
All that I see of you here,
All that I know of you,
Oh, my fleeting beauty! Are you an intricate weave, 
woven from electric charge itself?"
Is your existence here also a weave , 
Woven by electric charge? My dear!
My Kannamma!

The original Tamil Version: 
மின்னலே! நீ மின் பின்னியதொரு பின்னலா ?  - வ.ந.கிரிதரன் -

உண்மையென்று ஏதேனுமொன்றுண்டா ?
நான் பார்ப்பது, நீ இருப்பது இதுவெல்லாம்
உண்மையென்று எவ்விதம் நான் நம்புவது ?
நீயே சொல். நீ சொல்கின்றாய் நீ இருக்கிறாயென்று.உண்மையாக
நீ இருக்கின்றாயென்று.
என்னை விட்டுத் தனியாக எப்பொழுதுமே
இருப்பதாக நீ கூறுகின்றாய்.
எவ்விதம் நம்புவது.
ஆயிரம் மில்லியன் ஒளிவருடங்களிற்கு
அப்பாலிருந்து இருந்து வரும்ஒளிக்கதிர்களுக்கும்
உன்னிலிருந்து வரும் ஒளிக்கதிர்களுக்கும்
இடையிலென்ன வித்தியாசம் ?நேரத்தினைத் தவிர.

உனக்கும்எனக்குமிடையில்எப்பொழுதுமே ஒரு தூரம்
இருக்கத் தானே செய்கிறது. அது எவ்வளவுதான் சிறியதாக
இருந்த போதிலும்.

எப்பொழுதுமே ஒரு நேரம் இருக்கத் தானே செய்கிறது
கணத்தினொரு சிறுபகுதியாக என்றாலும்.

நீ இருப்பதாக நீ சொல்லுவதைக் கூட
நான் அறிவதற்கும் புரிவதற்கும் எப்பொழுதுமே இங்கு
நேரமுண்டு. தூரமுமுண்டு கண்ணே!
காண்பதெதுவென்றாலும் கண்ணே! அதனை அப்பொழுதே
காண்பதற்கு வழியென்றுண்டா ?

காலத்தைக் கடந்தாலன்றி ஞாலத்தில் அது
நம்மால முடியாதன்றோ ?

தூரமென்று ஒன்று உள்ளவரை நேரமொன்று இங்கு
இருந்து தானே தீரும் ? அது எவ்வளவுதான் சிறியதாக
இருந்த போதும்.

வெளிக்குள் காலத்திற்குள் கட்டுண்டதொரு இருப்பு
நம் இருப்பு கண்ணம்மா!

காலத்தினொரு கூறாய்
உன்னை நான் காண்பதெல்லாம் இங்கு
உன்னை நான் அறிவதெல்லாம்
மின்னலே! மின் பின்னியதொரு பின்னலா ?
உன்னிருப்பும் இங்கு மின் பின்னியதொரு
பின்னலா ? என் கண்ணே!
என் கண்ணம்மா!