Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024
“I gave word I shall return
The way flowers return
To the river’s endless flow
Carrying with it
The rotten and filthy stench
And roots and stems”. (“Flow” page 17).
Elsewhere in this poem the sensuousness continues tinging it with coloration and exuberance of a finely tuned instinct:“The waves roll on.
The sky’s fraction of water and
Cherrapunjee goes splashing”. (“Meghalaya” page 18)
“Green emerald,
she clasps you with her stony lips”. (“Meghalaya” page 19)
In “A Heartful of Umiam” once again Nature’s calling and love are intertwined:“a forlorn community street
desperately clings on to nothingness”. (“A Forlorn Community Street” p25)
“Dates tinged with pink. . . .
the mind flutters like a luminous garment . . .
with a heartful of Umiam” (page 33)
This sums it up, his love for the hills, his wanderlust. He desires that the hills “Make an Orchestra of Me” (title poem, page 54)“Sometimes, here, on this mountain, . . .
some stray Clouds settle down . . .
This land, this darling mountain
seems to be the scent of surma”. (page 50)
17-Jul-2012
More by : Ananya S Guha
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