“I am not a poet. This is a genre that leaves me baffled.” I told Nirmala when she requested me to review her book of poems. But I could not refuse her, as she is a colleague bureaucrat and now a friend. I am glad that I read her poems.
Each of the 46 poems captures a slice of emotion not just from our daily lives, but from our lifetime itself. There is happiness, there is sorrow; there is satire, there is also the comic; there is life, there is death; there are poignant moments.
An example – A Small White Hair. I could not imagine that a poetry could be written about the moment when one first discovers a white hair, and the pain that it causes.
Another example – Her God, “Patidev”. The abuse a woman bears at the hands of one man, as She cannot kill him. She cannot die… In his death She ceases to be- He is the ‘God’ He is her “Patidev” How can she? A stark reality of our life across different social strata.
Or Mumbadevi which is a search for the Goddess of the city of Mumbai, Yes, goddess You live in high places.
Poetry lovers would certainly love this book.
The review is by Sanjay Chandra, author of The Gymnast.
Clouds flitting across the sky Clouds moving through the room Clouds playing hide and seek A sheer curtain of droplets A thick blanket of waterfall Flowing down from the sky To meet the parched earth The eternal dance of nature
I asked the demon living in my head, If it would live on my shoulder instead, I would still want it to respond to my name, I would still want it to criticise me, And keep me away from mischief. The demon was happy, To come out of the cage of my mind, And breathe fresh air, And look at all the lovely people, And the beautiful sky and the flowers. It still had its own condition, To split in two, And each to sit, On either side my my shoulder. I now have two angels on my shoulder, Temptation and conscience. It feels wonderful, To sometime give in to a little temptation, When having a glass of wine with friends, And knowing when to stop, When conscience whispers, Its sweet nothings in my ears.