Research Oriented Essay Stillness And Surroundings in Hamid Nazarkhah Alisaraei's Poetry, Author - Dr. Manoranjan Das

Stillness And Surroundings in Hamid Nazarkhah Alisaraei's  Poetry

Dr. Manoranjan Das
      
          It's to say openly that Hamid Nazarkhah Alisaraei's poetry adhers stillness which  is the mindful practice of pausing to anchor anyoneself in the present moment,  by stepping back from the noise of daily routines, men allow their surroundings—like the sounds of nature, shifting light, or a quiet room—to become a source of profound clarity and mental rest. He has the seering with freeing the mode of life where the chilhood are hanging to tune time.Thus, he writes,

'A house is collapsing in me
When my childhood photo frame
I see it hanging on the wall of the collapsed house.

Still with my small hands
At the time of the writing poem
I tune the time bombs.'1

        He, the great poet circulates his poetry with neo-mode of idea that the experiencing stillness brings several restorative benefits, that is owed to charity into mental clarity, by quieting the mind lowers stress and helps men process buried thoughts, and, the connection with nature is tuning into men's surroundings—such as listening to birds or feeling a gentle breeze—grounds men in the moment. He acknowledges that mooring of moments is contanimated through the adaptability of reality, following the duration of dogmatism, addressing through accomplishment where strengthening is rowed to virtues through gloaning and gathering. Thus, a sonnet on him,

' You're the stranger of time, mooring with the quest
Of moments, conditioning with, over all,
With the open continents that rows the best;
Here is your adaptability; that's real.

Your service seems to answer of life's  Situation over the duration, bearing
The base of dogmatism of love ,
The pious mode of mindfulness is with caring.

You are the address through accomplishment
With the mastermode of peace, strengthening
Through the earning of virtues,  pure payment;
You're here for smiling of have nots' glowening.

You are the gathering of good deeds, possessing
With solid activity and the smooth accessing.'2

         Theoritically saying, Hamid Nazarkhah Alisaraei evolutionises his thought that the organic growth is into plateaus or quiet phases in life are often when internal transformation happens, and,
the power of thoughts and imaginations is to that
if men want, other  men can help , that is,
rainstorm mindfulness exercises to men can do in any environment, and, recommend peaceful, scenic nature spots or quiet retreats near anyone. He accelerates that the poets' role in the society is as red  fowers , relating to smile in the world. Thus, he writes,

'A land is born in me
That fetuses are poets,
Poets like a red flowers

Life still flows in me
When a piece of my face is still is under the rubble
I can still lookback the journalists' cameras
And to smile at the people of the world.'3

        Morally speaking, he, renouned poet asserts that men are the only guide of themselves  on how to set up a meditative space in men's home, and,
it's to be known how men would like to explore this concept further, and  finding the peace in a moment
of stillness with  nature is thoroughly widened.
He asseses that forests  have a major role to save civilization through the trust of passion. Thus, a poem,

'The earth wears a grey hill
In the lack of chromatic  chlorophyll
Forests look faded in grief,
Civlisation lacks its green leaf.
Pollution-- everywhere pollution
In breath, in tru.st, on passion
Relations worn out in a selfish tide
Dreams cry like dry sand in a hide
Today, love groans for a mtrue lover
Like an impassible burning river.'4

       Desirably telling, he has been experiencing into stillness in life that rowed  quiet period, and, stillness is a time when life seems to come to a standstill;  don't see any growth or movement, where the power of thought and imagination are to be acted to eternity amidst acceleration. He equipps his knowedge , caring  with share of love and laugh by uprighting with the kissing of wind. Thus, he writes,

'Even so  She is one; the Mlmother of mine
A poet, never was I
Even so, she shares a laugh or two with the louds at night
Aches along the fish in the sea and their blight
Lends a shoulder to cry on to the mountains upright
And cuddle the skies above so tight
She would kiss the wind  with all its might
And caress my head, lest my fright.'5

      Specially observing that Hamid Nazarkhah Alisaraei proclaims that the art of stillness, at first glance, the idea of stillness may seem paradoxical, it  being still be disruptive in a world where everything is into nature.Thus, it may be added,

       'The laws of nature are but the thoughts and agencies of God- the mode in which he works and carries out the designs of his province and will.'6

          Supposingly saying, the poet feels that the
pandemic has increased my sensitivity to men's surroundings. Since man's home has become workplace, school, place of leisure and all else, leaving it to enter another environment elicits a markedly different response than it would have wellness.  He connects his thought with accuracy, attachig with the norm of promegranate bloosoms of pain, squashing with thoughts.
Thus, he writes,
'As she speaks the tongue of promegranate bloosoms in pain
That get squashed in my thoughts every night
Because a poet, never was l
Even so, she is one; the mother of mine.'7


      Truthfully speaking, Hamid Nazarkhah Alisaraei has had a mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders, and, nature in particuar would have an awe-inspiring effect, and, therefore, walking or hiking outside has connected everyone's eyes to heart and mind in a new way, and it might take man a minute to get there, he  might need to work off some sent up energy from sitting too long but every single time he spends time outside, he will round a bend in a forest path and like a force he will be hit by beauty.  He thinks that the stillness or silence is the figure of answerable speech Thus, it may be added,
      'Silence is a figure of speech, unanswerable, short, cold, but terribly severe.'8

      Wooingly speaking, Hamid Nazarkhah Alisaraei engages to say that stillness or silence and surroundings or nature are rowed to vitality, standing with life's sights. Thus, it may be added,
'My vitality is a ship
That's divided in various types.
Now I am standing in a noon of my life.
Today I am so sad.
For now I am so sinful, tired too bad.
Before sleep I summon my abaft.

NnI wish to go back my white paper.
When I arrive at dawn of my life,
That shights float before eyes of mine.'9

        On the whole, the poet Hamid Nazarkhah Aisaraei's poetry carries the natural beauty that invites man's mind into stillness and from that stillness as  there comes a kind of wonder to which the whole universe surrenders where stilness or surroundings are  roamed about.


References
1. Hamid Nazarkhah Alisaraei, Life Still Llows in Me; The Raft of Dreams Literary Magazine, Aurangabad, Murshidabad,W.B., India, Pin- 742201; 2024; P-183;
2. The Writer; lnstant Sonnet;
3. As No.1;
4. Dr. Sankar Sarkar; A Lover Lost in Smoke; Broken Modernity; Eric Pub;  BMG 3No. Rly.Stn.Rd., Duttapukur, 24Pgs(N); 2026; P-33;

5. Hamid Nazarkhah Alisaraei, A Poet, Never was I; Add.as No.1; 2025; P- 166;
6.Tyron Edwards; The New Dictionary of  Thoughts, Ed. T. Edwards D.D. and Others; Standard Lit., India; 2000; P-436;
7. As No.5;
8. Theodore Parker; Add. as No.6; P- 616;
9. Md Ejaj Ahamed; Dawn, The Unspoken Words of the Blue Planet; Add. as No.1; 2025;7 P-75;

***Major help: Md Ejaj Ahamed