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Amorous Verse -Voluptuous Love - Cascading Mindset |
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by Dr. Rama Rao Vadapalli V.B. |
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Soothing Serenades, A Collection of Love Poems, Bhaskaranand Jha, Authorspress, New Delhi, 2018, Pages 114, Price Rs. 250/- $12
Myriad hued, multidimensional, many faceted, sweet smelling and many times titillating, ever mysterious, pleasant heart throb not far away from bangs, love is a feeling, a passion and a delight. This work reminded me of Chaucer’s ‘lover and lusty bachelor’ and Robert Burn’s My love is like a red red rose that’s newly sprung in June. Love poetry has always been in great supply and everlasting demand. Age does not wither nor custom stale amorous verse. This budding poet’s debut is what the love bird called ‘soothing serenades’ straight from the heart. The choice and promise of the title, to begin with, is captivating, and this wine needs no bush.
The poet speaks of eternal love, the basis of all life and joyous living. Poetic sensibility, for the faith loving, is the awareness of the most sublime.
In various ways and many words love is adored: “Love is a fantasy: Love is a willing drug: Love is a invisible relation: Love is an enigma.” (Love, .32) Faith, Godliness and devotion are all deity centred and Love the deity.
There could be and there are tales of love down the ages. The goddess of love is ever sweet, ever soothing and ever ennobling.
All nature, trees, flowers, the waves in the ocean and the stars in the galaxy, are gifts of the goddess of love. The poet avers so:
It is a strong conviction that true love tests:
The poet’s tropes, images, descriptions, moods are evocativd. His mind set has peaks and no sloughs of despondence but many layers of imaginative exuberance. His command over vocabulary is captivating.
There are poems which are intimate personal feelings, a memory down the memory lane and obviously the poet must have read with a passionate love of English literature Oliver Goldsmith’s Deserted Village 1770. Villages are the backbone of a nation. The Her in the first line is mother, the village. “Ill fares the land and prey to the hastening ills…” The Love Poems cannot afford to forget the mother.
Love involves two becoming one, unification to put it another expression. Vision and thoughts merging in togetherness in life and living is that ambrosial state. The thought of the vivid essence is L O V E. This is real consummation.
Time and again the poet talks of unification, feeling and writing about the multitudinous facets of living in togetherness – now an anchor and a new vortex. The disgusting thing would be sucking virgin honey and dumping the honey comb, an image poetically exasperating.
The poet’s choice of words echoing intense thoughts is impeccable. Henna smearing is totally native while brunette does not indicate here the usual white foreign race.
The poet’s love of nature is ubiquitous. Trees, clouds, waves and all such are soothing and healing. Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, brings in its use the poet’s imaginative ardour.
There is imaginative agility in the thought of enjoying the elixir of love to the brim. Meeting in the next life is far away yet after losing the romantic times. It is despondence in the valley of Time that makes the lover think of Platonic love, which may be construed wrongly as a volte-face. This work is about LOVE here and now, in this life.
This last of the sixty- two poems, is a grand finale before the dropping of the curtain. The emotional mind and the deep-thinking heart continue no matter the odds. Life floats on not merely goes on. The flights in poetic fancy, not merely fantasy, is ever going polychromatic phantasmagoria. |
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14-Apr-2018 | ||
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