I am Kritya. Kritya – the intense word power. Kritya – which always moves along with the ultimate truth. Kritya – which exists completely in accord with rightness.
I reside in the hearts of people who raise their voice in protest against all lies, all wrong doings and all injustice. I appear before them in myriad forms, one of the most powerful media being poetry. Poetry – which was the noblest form of expression from time immemorial. Poetry – which today stands marginalized. Poetry – which flies on the wings of dreams. Poetry – which in the height of insanity walks bare footed on hard reality. Poetry – which is the voice of revolution. Poetry – which teaches us to love, to stand face to face with real life, to give up one’s existence for sake of the life. Poetry – which synchronises observations with pure emotions, which links the eyes to the heart.
This Question as to what genres of poetry kritya can represents is irrelevant. I -kritya shall find myself out in the realm of poetry only.