Ashtavakra and Other Poems by Vineetha Mekkoth

Ashtavakra and Other Poems


 Authored By: Vineetha Mekkoth


Publisher:  Authorspress


ISBN-13: 9789386722522


Year of Publication: 2017

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Some poems are read in a frenzied haste to imbibe the superficial essence….Some are read in tranquility at a leisurely pace to immerse your soul in the pleasurable experience that the poet offers through His/Her vision/ruminations on the varied kaleidoscope that we mortals simply call ‘Human Life’. Vineetha Mekkoth’s  ‘Ashtavakra and Other Poems’ entranced me enough to commence on this poetic journey together where I confidently let her hold my hand and let her imagination take me to that promised land of colour and sweet nothings( Extract from the poem –Place your hand in mine, dear).

Like a brimming, playful river that charts its own course with each bend opening new vistas of undulated, virgin land, each poem in this collection posits a new facet of the poet’s unbridled imagination and concern for human life and travesties of modern so called educated society. The lines from the very first poem of this collection -‘Man – I am a woman……You can bruise me, you can batter me but my spirit will remain forever free’(From One to Another)…touched a deep chord within me as it so vividly depicted the plight of women worldwide who are subjugated, humiliated,imprisoned, fettered by the shackles of patriarchy. The angst of human soul caught in the humdrum of mundane life is brought out beautifully in another poem called ‘Paper Boat Dreams‘- where the imprisoned soul takes a decision finally – ‘ I will let me go because I am tired of being me’.

Another  noteworthy poem is Ashtavakra where myth and reality is blended beautifully and the angst of modern life that has suffocated and paralyzed humaneness in humanity is highlighted with acute poignancy. The beautiful carefree days of yore spent in grandma’s lap listening to the songs of summer – a summer that can never return in this modern materialistic age of ours is brought out in the poem ‘Granma’s Summer‘.

Each poem in this collection made me trudge willingly with the poet, crossing so many rivulets of emotions, pushing through bush and briar(Moon World) to finally reach the end of this wonderful poetic offering where my soul seeped in the vivid imagery etched by the poet yearned for more.

I eagerly look forward  to Vineetha Mekoth’s  next poetic offering…. I am taking the liberty to amend two lines from her Roseate Sonnet- In Our Hands

What promises does the next volume hold?

What bright poetic vision waits to unfold?

A must read for all who value life in all its myriad forms….Kudos Vineetha Mekkoth!!!!

 

 

 

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The Quiet Type by Summer Prescott

A book that persuades the reader to read it in one go till the very end…..every character well etched..the central character and her macabre pursuit of a specific form of art sends chills down the readers soul…one is forced to think about one’s neighbours and whether the calm on the surface is the prelude of some storm brewing …the book is also a reminder to parents to nurture their children by providing them with the right sort of environment and paying attention to their emotional needs.. After all, we humans are a product of nature and nurture isn”t it??

Lost Humanity

 

#NAPOWRIMO

Day 23-24

Prompts: Glass Door & Ad Infinitum

 

Rows of soldiers stand on two sides of the glass door

Each daring the other to break the door

They have stood as guards since ages

Both sides confined within their vested cages

Every day they stare remorselessly at each other

In not so recent past they called each other brothers

Both sides’ ironically offspring of the same Earth mother

Rulers of both sides every year renew the dictum

Let enmity thrive on each side till ad infinitum-

Divide and rule policy ensured prosperity of respective kingdoms

Hatred bred hatred leading to thriving serfdoms

When, where, how the hostility will end?

Which side would be the first one to bend?

Will they remain foes or blossom as friends?

On both sides will it be Heaven or Hell-

Till date they greet each other with only mortar shells

Glass doors make ideal neighbours

Glass doors resist free borders

Mankind need to stop being humanity’s marauders

By stepping forward and shattering the glass door

Enveloping each other in their bosoms once more

Time will tell –

If glass door annihilates this misguided humanity

Or resurrects- long forgotten fraternity.

 

© Paromita Mukherjee Ojha, 23rd -24th April, 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Putul’s World

#NAPOWRIMO

Day 21 & 22

Prompt: Paper Dolls

Epitome of Friendship

 

Little Putul sits in her corner of the pavement

Lovingly uttering words of endearment

The expressionless eyes of her paper dolly

Seemed to overlook her poverty being a folly

The master of the street urchins

A hideous creature reached her in rage shaking

You pathetic girl, good for nothing

Wiling your time instead of begging

Do I dole out food to you mongrels-For idling’?

He shook Putul violently, pulling her by the hair

He looked for the seams of her soul

Where he could her childhood impair

Putul chose to remain calm and impassive

She chose to be her own person in this world placid

She knew, she was different

For the world urchins like her were abhorrent

To the neat societal order they were deterrents

Who could not be supported within urban mechanic arbor

Left to their own wretched fate

They cowered at the beggar masters gate

 

Putul pitied the urban world and her master baldy

The plastic world of humans to her was a folly

She did not want to be mechanized like them

Chasing money like them to her was a senseless game

 

Her paper dolly, was her precious gem

A true epitome of friendship

Who never judged her nor made her slave to dictatorship

Her life was hard, unsafe and insecure

Devils tried to stain her mind and body pure

But life on the streets had armed her with arsenals sure

She did not cower, nor hid in her corner of the world

With dolly by her side her fate she twirled

Within her defiance ebbed and swirled

She knew fate could not be standstill

She chose to live life as per her will

 

Today fate wasn’t by her side

But tomorrow who knows

There could be turn of the tide

Till then she would courageously her time bide

With her paper dolly by her side

She would all hurdles override.

 

©Paromita Mukherjee Ojha, 21st -22nd April 2016