About "In Harness" a critique by a talented reader, Dr. Soubhagya Pathy,
Avanti, E-49/1386, Phase.II Bhimatangi, Bhubaneswar-751002, Tel.+91 674
2590212/2592895 E mail:firstname.lastname@example.org, had the following words to say:
Nanda is a poet of
the body; and an explorer of the labyrinths of the minds, the devious delving
and twisting of the ego, and the ceaseless attempt of man and poet to define
himself, to find through all the myth and maze a way to honesty and love. The
poet sounds impulsive, intuitive, contemplative and gratified. His poems are a
healthy release of his choked passions. His compositions show him being
inspired from within, avoiding the inanity and stuffedness. Nanda’s poetry is
not all inspiration; it is also a difficult craft, mastered with trying and
painstaking efforts. His poems are written with metrical accuracy and hunting
rhythms, displaying a fine structural unity and organization.
The link for the above review of Dr Pathy is available here. Today as I reread these words I feel nostalgic. I fail to gauge how far have I drifted from my muse. Aha! The good ol'days of words rhyming in me.
The Heaven isn’t going to fall
For Heaven’s sake, we all are under a
safe and secured.
Our heads are well protected
under a hat, made to order
for a price little more than affordable.
Heaven is so near; we could’ve hardly
It’s just above our head
We can touch it, atop a low wooden
Why should we live as the celestial
We’re special; we’re superior; we’re
prone to pollutions;
Hence a separate pigeonhole for
A visual break is a must
Life is void; it comes out of void; it
goes back to void--
These are all trash, at least difficult
Life is all that happens under the flat
suspended firmly in the reachable space.
We have to limit our dreams
In dream even we can’t go to dizzy
We fear-- a fall is a finish
We need to live under a concrete ceiling.