Rabindranath Tagore and Romain Rolland


“Tagore is, I think, saying that truth is a subtler concept than Einstein realises” – Noble Laureate Physicist Brian Josephson, Cambridge University, 1992

“Curiously enough, the present evolution of science is running in the direction stated by the great Indian poet” – Noble Laureate Chemist Ilya Prigogine, 1984


“I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last at his hands. Thus why it is so late

And thus am I guilty of such omissions.

     They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast. But I evade them ever, for I

Am only waiting for love to give myself up at last at his hands.

     People blame me and call me heedless – I doubt not they are right in their blame.

The market day is over and work is all done for the busy. Those who came to call me vain

Have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love to give myself at last at his hands”.

–          Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore


“Toilers of the spirit, companions, scattered all over the world, separated from one another for five years by armies, by censorship and hate of nations at war, we take this opportunity, when barriers are falling and frontiers are re-opening, of making an appeal to you to re-form your fraternal union, – but let it be a fresh union, firmer and stronger than the one which existed before. – Romain Rolland, July 1919


“Waiting for love to give myself at last at his hands…”

Silently evening crawls in the bed of night

Rabindranath Tagore Painting Untitled

Rabindranath Tagore Painting Untitled

Looking up at the dazzling stars

Speaking anonymously at last

Epochs have buried flesh not the soul

Out of history’s hall of judgement

A voice came out of time

From the depths of past

And from poetry’s perennial source

When it confronted the spirit of the declaration of independence

Hidden in the future canvas of freedom

Tied to many universes

To fraternal universities

It sparked a violent beginning of things

A struggle to withhold

And to release

A rhythmic poise and a movement

A freeze shot of the indifference

And the motion that makes all the différance

Arrangement of verses



Beautiful elliptic poignant truth experience

A condition that we call Gitanjali

Observed as it unfolds the soul’s deepest offering

And freedom from the bondage of many cycles of time

Utter something new

To the cosmic festival of dance

To suit the taste of a new race

Feelings pulsating vividly in nature

Gadhulir chitolekay rachito pratiti anu paramanur naam

Within the frame of dawn encrypted are names of all matter & force-particles

They seized on this happy moment

Tagore in China

Tagore in China

A rare opportunity of love

Calling me through their wordlike dance

Sometimes a ripple afloat a vacuum

Singing songs for eternity

Strangely extreme disguises

Declare their independence of spirit

And roots behold the land you live

The dying seeds the waters forgive

Evoking the new wilderness

A mind-space where we grow

Man shall know

The mystic world of the Undying Self

Let alone the lines written on it

‘Waiting for love to give myself up at last at his hands”.

– J


Picasso’s Guernica and the Evolution of Consciousness

The Day Has Advanced

                                                             Guernica and the Evolution of Consciousness

This is the famous painting that was in direct response to the bombing of the Guernica by the Germans  and Italians in Northern Spain during the Spanish Civil War in the spring of 1937. But Picasso’s Guernica is not only a  symbol steeped in the cultural history of the whole human race, but its something more. The symbolism is not restricted to its time and space but enlarging  every second and entering into the vast cosmic movement towards peace and light. Its the consciousness that is evolving towards human unity, it bares itself from any language of visual identity and merges with the Ineffable Supreme. Human mind with its microscopic view has to look beyond the periphery of his mundane  existence to find the timeless truth depicted in art, to find how Guernica lives as an immortal spirit in the collective aspiration of the human race, to lift them above the dark veils of death and desolation towards liberty and the light.

Consciousness Analogue: Meditation on the Painting, Guernica

From matter’s great tryst with destiny                            

Jean Cocteau and Pablo Picasso Pompeii 1917

     Jean Cocteau and Pablo Picasso Pompeii 1917

There arose a trembling cry, a rebellion a revolt

 Hands that were tied to the invisible chords,

The legs that were heavy and tired sulking in the sun

Were all made free to run the race of the ancient earth

In the winding pathways of the cosmic curve

From bearing the mark at Pompeii to the fire in the Acropolis

To the deep wells in Mesopotamia, to the tapirs in Guatemala

To the calm estuaries and the monsoon lakes

To the flaring forests of jasmine and lavender

The war is over. There is no Guernica, the day has advanced

The broken horns of the bull, the torso of the horse

The girdles of man and the menstrual blood of women

They are the tools and signs of a sea of change

There on the pebbles’ vermillion stains

The moon has cast its silver penny

The yellow-wagtail is poised for a flight

Thy nature has entrusted this burden on a great fewer organisms

To lead the world into its next stage

In the evolutionary ladder, the time is a consort

And there are plants and animals, the stone and the man

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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