Showing posts from June, 2016

Review of beyond lyrical

Beyond lyrical I was all set to write something again, A soulful music playing in the background, intensifying emotions, Evening walking towards a melodious night, And all I could think of is You.   I don’t know what to write anymore or how to write, There are too many emotions bubbling within me, Words fall short and expressions too limited to contain, ‘Coz ain’t you and I limitless?   I leave everything aside and close my eyes, Thinking I’ll sleep it off and you’ll be gone, But there you are again, looking at me like a dream, Was it? I question myself…   Your name running through my head, your eyes into mine Your hands hold me, and our legs entwined, My heart smiles, eyes dance and everything brightens, You are my comfort even when it’s dark.   It feels like a lot of other things besides love, I fight myself, argue with my emotions, my feelings, I think may be life gets in the way, takes you away, At the same time, I never want you to be gone.   And I look up my

Review of Mysteries WIthin

Tried to review your poem “Mysteries-within” ( ). This poem makes you think. What is the purpose of life? We come into world, study, grow up, work and family and finally death. We have so many life experiences along the way. We cheat, lie and steal and other do the same to us. We are in a constant state of flux. Because of all this turmoil there is insecurity and stress. Sometimes we feel to run away to Himalayas away from all this cacophony. But there is no peace even there because the turmoil is within us and not without. You can’t run away from yourself. One can lie to whole world but never to himself. And there is something within us, call it soul, Atma, conscience or anything which always tell us what is right and what is wrong. We can suffocate its voice but can never kill it. We chose to ignore and over the years it becomes so faint and low we can’t hear it. Amid all

Review of The speechless me

Tried writing a review of poem of a very talentd poetess Indrani Samajpati titled "The speechless me".  Link ( ) The poetess described true love as opposed to the Bollywood love we see in movies. This is how the love should be and as rightly pointed out by her it is not in material things or physical intimacy. It starts with conversations and slowly graduates to the state where you understand and enjoy the silences of each other. Love is in b etween the dialogues and in pauses. It slowly builds up and before you know you are head over heels in love. Ture love is neither in material things nor physical intimacy. She touches your heart and make you feel like you never felt before. The true lover accepts you as you are with all your fears, shortcomings and imperfections. She makes you rise in love, not fall in love. True love is where you both become a better person. She touches your

Suggestions to a poetess

I read your poems and they are very sensitive and beautiful. You asked for reviews and suggestions. I tried review a few and found it very difficult. Here is the sole suggestion. Your poems talk of utopian love, longing, silences, loneliness, pain, tribulations of an unquiet mind and the journey within. It is said beautifully. In fact this is the origin of poem as told by Shelly and Pant (quoted below): Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. ---Percy Bysshe Shelley (Husband of Mary Shelly of Frankenstein fame) वियोगी होगा पहला कवि , आह से निकला होगा गान। उमड़ कर आंखों से चुपचाप , बही होगी कविता अजान॥ §   सुमित्रानंदन पंत To be a poet you must have experienced pain. If I put it in engineering lingo, having experienced extreme emotional pain and having a compassionate, sensitive heart is necessary if not the sufficient condition of being a poetess. हैं सबसे मधुर वो गीत जिन्हें , हम दर्द के सुर में गाते हैं जब हद से गुज़र जाती है खुशी , आ