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Showing posts with label Poetry and Prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry and Prose. Show all posts

Monday, November 29, 2021

Sabarna Roy Materializes a Roller-coaster of Limitless Melancholic Illusions Using the Classical Tracks in a Hauntingly Creative Manner

 

Sabarna Roy Materializes a Roller-coaster of Limitless Melancholic Illusions Using the Classical Tracks in a Hauntingly Creative Manner

Book Review by Dhiraj Sindhi


Winter Poems by Sabarna Roy


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Winter Poems by Sabarna Roy


Author: Sabarna Roy

ISBN: 978-9382473718

Genre: Poetry

Length: 60 Pages

Publication Date16th July 2013

PublisherLeadstart Publishing Private Limited

Book Editor: Surojit Mohan Gupta | LinkedIn: @surojit-mohan-gupta

Cover Background Painting: A Wet Afternoon in Kolkata by Arup Lodh

Painter: Instagram: @a.r.u.p.l.o.d.h

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About the author:

Sabarna Roy (46) is a qualified Civil Engineer from Jadavpur University, Kolkata. He works in a senior management position in a manufacturing and engineering construction company. He is widely travelled in India and lives in Kolkata with his family. He is an avid reader and a movie buff. He started writing during his university days, mostly English and Bengali poems. He stopped writing after he left university and took up employment. After a gap of 19 years, he started writing once again mostly to reconnect with himself. In the period of 19 years when he did not write, he spent his non-working hours reading, listening to music and watching world cinema. He loves reading Tolstoy, Chekhov, Rabindranath, Eliot, Manik Bandopadhyay Satyajit Ray, Kundera and Pamuk the most. He is hooked onto Mozart, Turkish and Egyptian music and M S Subbalaxmi. In cinema, his favourites are Aparajita, Pratidwandi, Rashomon, Eight and a Half, Breathless, Head-on, The Birds, The Godfather series, Vertigo, Sunset Boulevard, Sacrifice, Garam Hawa and Taare Zameen Par.


Winter Poems by Sabarna Roy | Book review by Dhiraj Sindhi | Indian Book Blogger
Celebrated Author Sabarna Roy bags Times Excellence Award 2021



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DisclaimerThis review is only intended for initiating discussions. The opinions and views presented in this article are my own and do not reflect anything about the book's author. 



REVIEW


Winter Poems by Sabarna Roy is a collection of poetry divided into two parts, one of which comprises 12 long poems—Winter Poems 2010 and the other consists of 26 relatively shorter poems—Winter Poems 2012. As I often keep referring to Margaret Atwood’s words in my reviews, here too, I would say that once the book is out in the world, it’s the readers who decide the meaning of whatever is written. Sabarna Roy’s poetry in this collection has many layers to it. For some poems, I was able to peel off some layers of them. And for others, I wasn’t able to peel any layers of it, which, as a reader felt sort of frustrating that I couldn’t decode as in what hidden secrets or meanings I was missing on. In the following section, I have tried to convey what it felt like while reading this collection and I apologise already in case I get something wrong.


"This lake, mountain and moon are crumbling images inside a dream
Of another man - somebody else's dream - his last dream
Before he's dying drenched in a jelly of melancholy."
-From Winter Poems 2010 (no. 8, p-25)


I wouldn’t like to categorise these poems into distinct watertight compartments because the poems are spread across such a large canvas that it wouldn’t be fair to put tags on them. They each cater to many diverse and varied subjects or issues. Some of the many subjects that occur repeatedly are death, condemnation of industrialisation, impending war, love, being lost, childhood, games, loss, inequality, and the end of the world. 


For instance, the poet implicitly delivers the truth of death in a really creative way using figurative language and symbolism. ‘Shop in town…that sells your shadow’, ‘people are losing their shadows’, ‘a teenage girl hanging…in the air’ and ‘virus of light’—these are some of the usages of metaphorical and allegorical writing that add an unpleasant and poignant effect which helps depict the death. There is this amazing poem that I’d love to title ‘Love on the Road’ which powerfully defines a notion of home and what ‘home’ should be like. Which also simultaneously exudes emotions like loneliness, jealousy and challenges our decaying and cheap definitions of affection and sensuality. 


"You are the face of an ocean where I can drown endlessly
In my burning boats of thousand defeats."
-From Winter Poems 2012 (no. 1, p-35)


The one starting with ‘Glasses and utensils fell from the sky’ which is also the longest poem from the lot is my favourite too. Here, the poet uses poetic devices like hyperbole to create a dream-like world, giving it a dramatic effect and using an analogy, connecting it to the real world in a way that blurs the line between the two. The dreamy world is being inflicted with havoc as the narrator’s life is being destroyed. Another poem ‘Dream of a Dying Man’, is simply commendable. I am in awe of how magnificently Sabarna Roy has brought together surreal elements having nightmarish qualities.


The ‘Grassland Island’ poem challenges our notion of home again in a crooked manner. The poet uses allusion and symbolism to such an extent that it breaks its bond with reasoning; you just need to savour each line as you read while the narratives are turned and twisted at every other stanza. Moving onto the second part of relatively short poems, the poetic devices remain pretty much the same and the patterns continue. The poet has used the dreamy and illusory elements to their full potential. It feels as if the intensified emotions are being let out in a hauntingly creative and evocative manner. 


"Before I passed out and became sediment of ashes I saw a dream of billion coffins made of trees, metal and hydrocarbon fibres carrying unbundled skeletons of men, women, children and babies ballooning up in a smoke-filled sky."
-From Winter Poems 2010 (no.7, p-24)


There is gambling, there are ships, there is the writing of a book, there is the debris of a railway bridge, there are heaps of iron scrapings made out of crumbled ships and deluxe cars, there is a king travelling over the oceans on a speeding train and much more. Some of the poems followed this pattern (which I loved reading again and again) that made sense to me, while some of them did not make sense to me and felt absurd. As I mentioned earlier that once the book is out in the market, readers give it the meaning and here I just couldn’t do that. One thing that bothered me was that the poet chose vast canvases to paint his poetry that covered widely separated elements, which resulted in a disconnect with poetry and in itself. 

Happy Reading!



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Sunday, October 24, 2021

From her Birth to the Passing: The Life of Bakuli

  

From her Birth to the Passing: The Life of Bakuli

by Dhiraj Sindhi


Dedicated to those who don’t get enough time and space to grieve for their animal companions


Few words before you begin. I don't think I know and can create the art of poetry, as I do feel with other forms of writing. While grieving the loss of this little one, I had to express and let it all out. But, for better or worse, I eventually chose poetry. Feel free to comment. Would love to hear from you all readers.


From Her Birth to the Passing: The Life of Bakuli by Dhiraj Sindhi | Poetry and Prose | Dedicated to those who don't get to grieve for their animal companions
The Mother-Daughter Duo

 

That was the night, her mother was meowing louder than ever
A huge sign for the little life that could not wait to see the world
As if she knew that her house was set up days before we came to know of her
That that Peti of Alphonsos and that Washing Machine were meant for her
Not us humans. She knew, being a single child, she’ll get all of it to herself
Love, care, comfort and compassion that we would die to protect her
Only if you could tell your future that you won’t be able to do so
That I need to be more vigilant and be on my toes to be able to do so

The morning rays were spreading happiness more than light
Because the Lord Ganesha had blessed the family with a child
After some twenty-two years, we were to witness the magical world around the new-born
Where your worries and thoughts would perish the moment you saw the new-born
Like mother like daughter, the same number of black stripes squeezed into her tiny stretch of skin
A glimpse was enough to lose your heart to the fresh pink glow and her smell, like a baby shampoo
For the next few days, we wouldn’t touch the baby, ravishing the view from afar
Because we need not breach the privacy of the duo, relishing intimate moments of their lives

For the coming week, the cat mother won’t budge from her tiny abode in the attic
Caressing and grooming her daughter with licks full of affection
It could be the rains that she didn’t carry her daughter anywhere else
On Anant-Chaturdashi, we were away at the gulf, getting drenched in rain
And the baby was fast-asleep against her curled up mom’s tommy
Camouflaged, you couldn’t tell where the baby rested amid the fur of her mommy
Finally, as they say, it was time to move the kitten through seven houses
In our case, she took the kitten through four different rooms and moved twice in the same room

A tiny frightful gasp would leave us stricken, whenever the mother decided to shift
The shifting would involve a lot of meowing at first and then that scary sight
The wrapping of jaws around the neck of her kitten, swinging from side to side
Walking through many doors, springing up on and down from the parapets
She once tried to carry our heart away through the shared courtyard
Enclosed from the all four sides, eventually, she had to return
Climbing up the three storey building, leaping across roofs in the dead of the night
The baby intact, clasped in her jaws, finally, got to breathe as she again put her to sleep

When in her second house, Bakuli opened her eyes that had world of its own
Whiskers and eyebrows growing faster than ever, as if to compete tigress of her mother
Her tiny little claws sharper than her mother’s, snagging out stiches already
Soon she started imitating her mother, licking her paws, as if to launch on her preys already
That’s when we started talking to her, and her foxlike ears would perk up in response
She would raise her head to look up at us, with all the attention she could muster
Her flowery black eyes staring deep into our souls, with slightly tilted head
Pure innocence flashing into your eyes, you couldn’t resist but caress with the back of your hand

Now, she dared coming out of her little abode, stumbling down every now and then
But it was not long before she began scampering up and down the rooms
We needed to be extra careful now that she could greet our legs any given time
Even while sleeping, you do not turn sides without ensuring she’s indeed inside her space
In the early morning the duo would wake us up from deep slumber
We would agree to all their demands, chasing them around the house all day
In the evening, after a much tiresome playful field day with her
We would tuck her into her mother’s furry bosom like our own daughter

There were some days difficult for them, but the duo endured them like warriors
The Gulaab cyclone struck the coast of Cambay, completely opposite in nature
It gave us and the duo some of the most life-threatening thunderclaps ever heard
Heart-stopping sound effects, as if divine energy of the Dancing Three-eyed God 
Had been released from the sky, cascading down the steps made of cloud
The mother-daughter duo sat in darkness, chin up and calm as ever
Warrior queen and the warrior princess were the reason we felt composed these days
Not realizing how incredibly blessed are those who’ve got someone to check in on every few seconds

In her fourth week, she had truly grown up, slits visible in her big blue eyes
Chewing on things and biting our toes and fingers now that canines were developing
She had now chosen for herself the favorite spots where she would spend most of her time
Jumping up and down the threshold between hall and kitchen became her most favorite activity
Second was to hide under the fridge and the washer, making the mother anxiously meow with agony
Pacing backwards and pouncing on us humans, you couldn’t tell who’s more like her mommy
Twisting her body and licking her tail, climbing was another of her ambitions
She conquered all the cartons she ever lived in, descending on the same courageous paws

Then, the fateful day arrived that had been looming over us since long
The clouds of worries that had been contained till now had broken lose
The morning greeted us with distressing sight of kitten all shriveled up 
Puking every now and then, getting thinner than before, her steps getting weaker
Seeking solitude, she would sit alone in the middle of a room, refusing to eat
Gleaming eyes, staring into void or maybe conveying how bad she felt, crying for help
Can’t even bear the memory of that sight; the following day, minutes before she was pouncing around her favorite place
And that was the noon, the daughter ceased to meow, forever; the mother in deep slumber, and us, wailing

The medicine and the dropper that she left behind had been souvenired
Did the vet know this was coming? Was it the Sunday Holiday?
Or the lack of vets? Can it be the evil eyes?
Or was it us who made this happen?
We should have been more careful, but that’s that.
The mother had been searching for her in every corner
But now, the grieving mother is back to normal, though one thing has changed since
The nameless mother has naturally acquired the name of her daughter – Bakuli.


To the eternal memory of most precious thirty days with the bravest paws to walk on earth.
17th Sept. 2021 – 18th Oct. 2021


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Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Book Review: EASE: A poetic journey within by Mukhpreet Khurana | Poetry & Prose

Book Review

EASE: A poetic journey within by Mukhpreet Khurana


Book Review: EASE: A poetic journey within by Mukhpreet Khurana | Poetry & Prose | Dhiraj Sindhi
EASE by Mukhpreet Khurana

Author: Mukhpreet Singh Khurana

ISBN: 978-9389530254

Genre: Poetry and Prose

Length: 207 Pages

Publisher:  White Falcon Publishing (11 October 2019)

My Ratings: 5/5

Order your copy right now: https://amzn.to/34y3xLE

About the author:


Mukhpreet finds his meditation in poetry. He is a believer and practitioner of humanity and gratitude. He is a motivational speaker and is a budding entrepreneur alongside being a poet. You won’t be surprised to see him sitting with a cup of coffee, a journal, a laptop and some poetry to brew. He feasts on conversations, and is an empathetic listener.

He is spiritual, is spontaneous in wit and in humour. He is a mentor for budding writers, is an extrovert and is a networking bee. He believes all positive is not negative for a reason and all negative is not positive for a reason, too. He has a thing for handwritten letters and he makes sure to write out a bunch of them every month.

He already has a book published titled Unlocked Silences to his name. The book takes a poetic trip down the lanes of self-love and self-awareness.

Book Review: EASE: A poetic journey within by Mukhpreet Khurana | Poetry & Prose | Dhiraj Sindhi
Mukhpreet Singh Khurana


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REVIEW

EASE by Mukhpreet Khurana is actually beyond what its title suggests. The book is a collection of poetry and prose, which mainly focuses on self-love, self-healing, gratitude and more; we will discuss that later. There are some poetries written in collaboration with different writers. The book also contains a few sketches/arts.

Moving on to the language, it is really simple enough to comprehend the hidden meaning behind them all. About the writing style, I would emphasize more on the author’s voice. The voice is like the heart of this book; it literally puts you at ease. The way and the style in which the writer has communicated his thoughts with such calmness and with the help of real examples and beautiful yet non-deceptive analogies. The book will make you feel comfortable, heartwarming, it will pamper you and at times it will guide you on the right path also.

Now, the content of the book. A poetic journey within. You will be able to deal with outside effectively only if you are aware of your insides. EASE is all about that last bit. As I mentioned a few subjects above, there are many more things addressed here by the author Mukhpreet Khurana. I will talk about a few from them. Not to generalize but it is as real as you are, anxiety, hesitancies, broken heart and being introvert. These poetries will take away all your worries and show you the path to acceptance, the first step of healing. Author has also addressed modern problems like acceptance of our own decisions and choices, respecting them, privacy and judgmental eyes surrounding you. The author has portrayed the ways of nature with a hint of spirituality. As it says, will acknowledge your worries, appreciate your efforts and will make you love yourself. You will learn to forgive and set yourself free.

Let’s move to my favorites. Calm, I hear you, I wonder, Artificial, Sometimes, We shall, A dream, Newer and Breathes in you. I loved them. ‘Calm’, this was one of those poetries which make you start believing in them and the author. You will know that whatever comes ahead would be for your good. ‘I wonder’ portrays this time, where being busy is glorified, how we humans are chasing money and not taking time for ourselves. ‘Newer’ talks about the comfort zone, which convinced me of the author’s perspective.


After reading this book, I assure you that, it is meant for you all, the readers, no matter what age you are. Truly it is written with love, it will pamper you, appreciate you and at times will guide you right. Sorry for repeating that numerous times but I loved it. Highly recommended!

Happy Reading!

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Thursday, June 20, 2019

Author Interview with Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang | Author of Ivory Gleam

 Dhiraj Sindhi | Author Interview with Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang | Ivory Gleam - A paradise of words
Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang


Author Interview

Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang

Author of Ivory Gleam

One of the most popular InstaPoets from India


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Hey Readers' Fam, we are back with another Author Interview. This time we will be having a conversation with one of the most popular InstaPoets from India and author of her magnificent piece of poetry 'Ivory Gleam', most welcome Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang.

If you don't know about 'Ivory Gleam' book, then check out my review of Ivory Gleam here.

About the author:

Priya Dolma Tamang was born in Sikkim, India, to Nepali parents. She is a medical graduate. Her first book, "Ivory Gleam," is a compilation of poetry and prose. It captures the essence of learning, longing, and loving, through self-reflective insights. With Buddhism as a way of life, her work reflects a hint of practical spirituality and healing with the help of words. 

Follow her on Instagram: @poetryandprosebyk
Check out her Goodreads Page: Priya Dolma Tamang
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Dr.Priya will discuss poetry and purpose behind writing. She will also tell us about her writing environment, about Ivory Gleam journey and will share some life saving tips for budding writers. And will unveil secret about her next project.

So, before you dive into this interview, grab some coffee/tea and enjoy!!


Q: How do you define poetry? And what does it mean to you?

A: Poetry is art. Art is beauty. Beauty is subjective. Subjects are chosen. Choices are imbibed. Thus, poetry is what I have chosen as a medium of my artistic expression. It is how I picture life. There is beauty in everything. Every little creation is a gift. A joy. And art is how we define this beauty. There is Nature's art in serenity of the hills, and human art in advancement of the metropolitans. We can heal others with written words of kindness and the dexterity of a doctor's scalpel alike. Cooking is an art. So is music. All of us are artists celebrating our choices. Likewise, poetry has been mine.


 Dhiraj Sindhi | Author Interview with Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang | Ivory Gleam - A paradise of words
Poetry from Ivory Gleam


Q: What was your purpose behind writing, when you first started?

A: Many people write for the masses. A few write for classes. Some of us write for ourselves. I began my journey into a world of metaphors to decode the emotional growth that I was subjected to. And to find a relaxing way out of it.

Writing has been extremely personal, an instrument of venting and a tool of self-assessment. I do not expect people to clearly understand what I write, unless they empathize. At times, there are layers of hidden angst and animosity. This is my pain and my happy. I talk to myself through my poetry. But as I shared my work online to a very positive reception, I got encouraged to get officially published. Hence the book for people to read full of pieces written for myself.


Q: Who is that author, you admire and why?

A: I wish I had a template answer to this. I get asked many times about favourites. Truth be told, I have none. Yes, I do appreciate the work of a few of them. Yet whenever I read a book, a poem or a story, whoever is behind that product, and invested in it with his heart, mind and soul, becomes my favourite for that while. It is not hard to discern genuine effort. A good author is one who is wholehearted in his approach and portrayal.


Q: What inspired you to write Ivory Gleam involving that hint of practical spirituality?

A: Spirituality is mere acknowledgement of the fact that we are much more than these bodies we carry. The day we start recognizing ourselves as energies, and not attach our identity to material matters of the physical plane, we become spiritual. Ivory Gleam is a proponent of the soul theory. It talks of soul lessons, soul longing and soul love. I have dealt with common issues through complex poetry as stepping stones to spiritual evolution. This book is testimony to my own baby steps into spirituality. I had hoped it would help others or at the least offer them a fresh perspective when dealing with their emotions. Life becomes easier minus the ego. Ego is a human flaw that souls do not entertain.



 Dhiraj Sindhi | Author Interview with Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang | Ivory Gleam - A paradise of words
Ivory Gleam

Q: What is that ideal environment for you to write?

A: Noise reduction ear muffs, ear plugs or the deep night's quietude.

I need pin drop silence to be fully functional as a creature of my mind. Distractions, as sounds or otherwise, generally tend to disrupt my train of thoughts. 


Q: How has your homeland influenced your writing?

A: Sikkim epitomizes pristine peace. The air smells of compassion and warmth. Our state is enveloped in a blessed cocoon of holiness and heights. At an altitude that clouds dance, and to be living amidst such sweetness, my homeland has provided clarity to my thoughts and pride in my roots. These aspects play an instrumental role in shaping my overall personality, and eventually in my writing.


 Dhiraj Sindhi | Author Interview with Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang | Ivory Gleam - A paradise of words
Gangtok, Sikkim

Q: Apart from writing, what else do you enjoy doing?

A: I am a loner and enjoy my typical loner activities. These include cooking, watching movies, doodling, painting. On sober days, I meditate. I am also fond of learning about different cultures. I like making people happy.


Q: Any message you want to convey to readers of ‘Ivory Gleam’?

A: When you read my book, or any book for that matter, please do so with an intention not to criticize and fault-find, but to accept and appreciate points of view, manners of expression, and dispositions that differ from your own. There is no fun in regularity. Books should be experimental, unique and a source of knowledge. If my work adds to your vocabulary, then why not? There are many simple, straightforward and obvious books out there. I never signed up to be one of them. If it makes you think, re-think, and re-read a different meaning each time, then I'd consider this exercise of comprehension well-done.


Q: A simple yet life saving tip for budding authors?

A: I understand that authors are suggested to pay heed to constructive criticism. Reviews and opinions have gained a foothold in making or marring the confidence of new writers. If XYZ loves your use of rich vocabulary, but ABC finds it incomprehensible, does it make sense to please ABC by catering to their need of trite language and depriving XYZ of something that they actually enjoyed? Maybe person 1 loved a certain character in your story, but person 2 detested it. Will you remove that character from your book or twist the persona to suit person 2's needs? What about person 1's liking for the same character? This is the problem with projection. When we keep moulding our creation to fit different boxes, the ultimate loss will be of our original voice. If your work is purely commercial, it is practical to take a consensus. But when your work is an intimate expression close to your heart, please avoid anyone who thinks you should change. You are the best judge of your work.

Q: What will be your next book about?

A: My next book will be a collection of better framed poetry and prose. The working title is "My Sonder Sky".


Awesome!! Thank you so much for this wonderful interview, Dr. Priya. You have been very kind and honest throughout the session. We all wish you the best for your next book.

Hello readers, I hope it provided you with new perspective to look at poetry and enhanced your vision towards art. And authors, I hope it helped you too. Let me know in comments down below.

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Saturday, June 15, 2019

Book Review: Ivory Gleam by Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang | Poetry and Prose

Book Review

Ivory Gleam by Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang


Book Review: Ivory Gleam by Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang | Poetry and Prose
Ivory Gleam by Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang


Author: Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang

ISBN: 978-9352010462

Genre: Poetry and Prose

Length: 236 Pages

Publisher: Leadstart Publishing (June 22nd, 2018)

My Ratings: 5/5

Order your copy right now: https://amzn.to/2WFcoXm

About the author:


Priya Dolma Tamang was born in Sikkim, India, to Nepali parents. She is a medical graduate. Her first book, "Ivory Gleam," is a compilation of poetry and prose. It captures the essence of learning, longing, and loving, through self-reflective insights. With Buddhism as a way of life, her work reflects a hint of practical spirituality and healing with the help of words. 

Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang

Follow her on Instagram: @poetryandprosebyk
Check out her Goodreads Page: Priya Dolma Tamang
Like her Facebook Page:  @poetryandprosebyk
Follow her on Twitter: @kulvadana


REVIEW

Ivory Gleam is accurately a deluge of poetry and prose. Talking about the basic structure of the book, it is divided into three chapters of learning, longing and loving.

The first is ‘Colloquial delicacy of learning’. In this, the author talks about life and death, and everything in between. Trust me, there is almost every state or feeling, we humans are dealing with.

The second one is ‘Soliloquy of longing’, where Dr. Priya depicts different stages of relationships between two souls, longing for love.

The last chapter is ‘Chivalry of loving’. This section is all about love. The myriad hues of love and the things we do for love.

The best thing about Ivory Gleam is its raw and pure form. The very essence of poetry as it should be, is the words. The writing style is so organic that you dive into it quickly and you never wish poetry to end. As I mentioned, its rich set of words, gives you opportunity to learn and savour the art of literature. (See. I used that word.) Also its raw form, it seems like the author mused and directly inscribed on the paper, thus organic and pure.

Moving to the content. Ivory Gleam is about different states and feelings from life to death, loss and love, I can’t even count number of topics addressed. Poetries are not easy to comprehend, just like dreams. It is as complex as the feelings it talks about. You will need to recite it again and again until you are able to sink in the truth being told. Once you get deep into it for realizing the meaning, you’ll start devouring it. The analogies used are at their best.

Have you ever felt that breathing was a sin for the life you lived? You inhaled elixirs of borrowed air from vendors who respired ‘payback demands’ for a truth, as essential as your existence.

This is just a glimpse. There is one poetry under the title ‘grandmother’ which I became emotionally attached to. You’ll find several of relatable poetries in this collection, because it is about us, humans. I loved many and are my favorites. Not all of them are complex, there is balance in it. I would never stop reading them, would keep it handy and relish whenever I want.


At last I would like to thank the author, Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang for creating such a paradise of words that, creatively took over my mind and I found nothing but peace of mind. At the end you will learn.

Thank you, Dr. Priya for this review copy!! Happy Reading!

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