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by Pankajam K
	
	Ripples of Resonance by Pravat Kumar Padhy
	Authorspress, New Delhi
	ISBN 9789352075478, Pp 100/Rs.250, $ 12
	The book ‘Ripples of Resonance’ is the fourth collection of poems by P K Padhy, a petroleum geoscientist by profession. This book contains 77 poems, mostly short poems in unrhymed free verse form. Thorough observation of happenings and people around, a poetic mind that finds stuff in mundane subjects, unique expressions and originality seem to be trade-mark of the poet.
	
	‘A Lost Human’ is a poem on the evolution of the earth and is didactic in nature, no wonder the poet being a geologist by profession.
	
	Morally the less intelligent divides man
	Into blindfold cracks.
	Lust imprisons
	The hope of tranquil stars
	Behind abhorrence of the dark clouds.
	Perhaps his mental calamity
	Awaits to swallow himself. (p.14)
	
	‘Old Age’ is a look back at times bygone and the speaker of the poem reminisces about his/her footprints of strength which are stored as memories.
	
	Under the dusty sandstorm
	Time struggles
	To sink me behind the twilight sun. (p.15)
	
	In ‘Denouncing Death’, with suffering, pain and grief when the inevitable or the predictable end converges to the darkness of death and at this the humans’ struggle to surpass it is the subject dealt with .
	
	The grief reads the alphabets of past
	As time awaits to snatch away the living image
	Denying the wind of hope in the battle.
	…….
	Within the immovable wall of silence,
	Death tries to extinguish the flame of light.
	
	‘Slaughter House’ is a multi-layered poem where the readers can read between the lines and interpret their thoughts to events or occasions according to their own understanding or analysis.
	
	To what length the wisdom of sacrifice
	Drains the blood so pure.
	I wonder if it ever could lit
	Candle of softness
	To conquer the darkness
	Of the graveyard
	Overriding the vicious void. (p.19)
	
	‘The Social Artifact’ is a poem which shows the pathetic picture of poverty and neglect in no soft words. It is hard to miss the poet’s eye for the sufferings of the poor and the influence of money in all and everywhere.
	
	The body, lying in the slum,
	Breathes his last agony.
	The Himalayan silence sleeps
	In this noisy social crowd
	As money manuscripts
	The Mantra to thrive. (p.21)
	
	Life-II is a poem that depicts the wretched state of a woman in peril, who surrenders to the vulnerability without any option, which puts the readers’ senses to grieve.
	
	The devilish face plants
	Loud mischievous smiles.
	In the Dooms-Street
	Her womb sprouts another life. (p.22)
	
	In poem titled ‘Economic Disparity’, the subject matter as the title indicates is economic disparity itself. As we all know we live in a country where there is huge difference between the haves and have-nots, who live side-by-side. The poet subtly puts it like this: .
	
	The rich sings the songs of flow,
	The poor carries the muddy
	Pebbles of cries. (p.26)
	
	Poem ‘Broken Bangles’ , I quote in full here The poet equates broken bangles to the lost dreams of the lady in the poem.. This is a poignant poem which quietly transmits the protagonist’s state of mind to the readers.
	
	She stands like a wall
	Veiling silence in her face.
	In loneliness
	Her voice dries out
	Under the mid-day grief.
	The branch is severed,
	Roots tortured,
	Hopes in the growing plant shed
	Unseasoned tears of falling leaves.
	In white shades, she gathers
	Her broken bangles:
	The lost dreams of her memories. (p.28)
	
	The over-indulgent money making attitude of modern day people put all the relationships at stake. One cannot miss the mockery in the poem titled ‘For a Better Living’.
	
	I wonder
	If there is any substitute
	Of the modern money
	For a better living. (p.33)
	
	‘A Way of Searching’ is about rampant corruption everywhere. The poet states that the authorities ignore or just forget to examine the roots, instead they just cut-off the leaves and fruits, which is inept to eradicate the origin.
	
	Seeds of corruption
	Grow into elephantine trees.
	We examine the thorny fruits,
	Test the tawny leaves
	Under tight security.
	With intense care
	We dissect the reasons
	But forget expertly
	Where exactly the root sleeps. (p.35)
	
	Even though some subjects are written endlessly, they don’t lose prominence nor become superfluous. One such subject is feminine woes, especially that of widows. ‘The Widow’ here is a sad poem where the poet explores the mind of a widow.
	
	How much deep the tear drops
	Only the void of separation
	Can measure.
	The loneliness she inhales
	Only absence can sense. (p.45)
	
	‘Integrity Lost’ reflects the universal truth when the poet says:
	
	Beauty lies in one’s inner mirror
	Reflecting the original
	So much pristine and pure. (p.46)
	
	‘We Divide’ is a powerful poem on fragmentation of the society based on skin colour and the poet says that it is better to be born as an animal rather than human. (p.53)
	
	In poem titled ‘Life Circus’ we see the enigma of a labourer who detaches himself from his erstwhile dogma in search of a new ray of light dawning the realization that he is alienated from the economic structure, which prompts one to think of the nucleus realities hidden from the phony layers of illusion. The poem ends on a positive note:
	
	His life circus slides
	A new screen
	For him
	On the stage of his LIBERATION JOURNEY. (p.62)
	
	‘The Living Lines’ is a poem most of the writers, especially poets, can relate to as they converse with themselves most of the times. The conceived subjects/themes run at the back of their minds till they mature enough to be converted into black and white.
	
	To myself I converse often
	And thus
	Carefully translate my feeling
	Into some stretched lines
	That incessantly struggle to live. (p.71)
	
	‘Idleness’ is a short poem giving a piece of advice to keep us brisk, so that we stay young and energetic forever.
	
	Quite often I feel
	I am lonely inside.
	As long as I am busy
	Even for a while,
	Curiously I tighten the time
	Or else
	When blankness wraps around,
	I fear
	Time surprisingly
	Ageing me away. (p.72)
	
	In poem titled ‘If I Were An Ugly Girl’, the poet tries to redefine ‘beauty’ and asks: ‘Won’t moon look more beautiful ornamented with black spots on its face?’ This poem in first person is a fine piece of writing.
	
	I would never mind for it
	As beauty comes from within,
	Nectar secretes not from outside
	But from the unseen inner inn.
	……..
	I would make a mirror of myself
	And watch until I make my
	Quavering inner self mingles with it.
	And he goes to conclude the poem with:
	“Dust is the vision of dawn
	Odd is the beginning of even
	Imperfection is the part of perfection
	And vacuum is the venue of accumulation” (p.77)
	
	In poem ‘Contrast World’, the poet tries to show two different worlds, one of poverty and the other of affluence side-by-side and concludes the poem with the following lines:
	
	Money is for wine and life,
	To enjoy beyond its meaning.
	For them the sinking life of poverty
	Is an unknown metaphor of the script. (p.91)
	
	In poem ‘The Heart Speaks’, we see an old mother grieving over her only son’s death who laid his life in war, glorifying the sacrifice of our Jawans.
	
	The inscriptions
	Submerged with tears
	As the old mother
	Gently caresses
	Over the tomb nourishing
	The wounds of war
	Of her lonely son. (p.95)
	
	Space Deficiency, The Burial Ground, Daily Labourer, An Orphan, Street Sweeper are all poems on mundane subjects reflecting the social concern of the poet and his empathy for the down-trodden and the marginalized. Investing in a book of poems like this will not be without gain to the lovers of poetry and I wish Mr. Padhy a worthy poetic journey ahead.
17-Sep-2017
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