REVIEWED BY SANJUKTA DASUPTA
THE SILENT WHISPERS
VOICE OF THE MUFFLED MELODIES
Poems
by Misna Chanu
ASIN:
B0BGDNRPL2
New
Delhi: Authorspress, 2022
Price:
295
MOONWALK IN THE AFTERNOON
By
Utpal Chakraborty
ISBN:
9788196793296
Kolkata:
Penprints, 2024
Rs
250
LOVE
RELIGION & POLITICS
By
Pranab Ghosh
ASIN:
B0CXTF368K
Kolkata:
Virasat Publishers, 2023
Price:
Rs 250
In the twenty-first century, Indian poetry in English has made its presence felt with remarkable confidence, creativity, and a zest for breaking free from the traditional boundaries that define poetry as one of the most subtle, sensitive, elusive, and profound literary genres that can be traced back to its roots in the oral tradition. Poets have experimented with content, language, and form and pollinated their poems with a rich aura of allusions and ethnographic details, sometimes opening up new doors of perception. The 21st-century Indian poets who write in English have dexterously used ethnic signifiers, localized descriptions, regional customs, and culture in their poetry, while they have simultaneously tried to negotiate the non-human ecosystem with the familiar human environment. Poetry is no longer limited to the Wordsworthian axiom that poetry takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. Nor has its priority been about the perfectionism laid down as a maxim by T S Eliot, that poetry is a balanced amalgam of excellent words in excellent arrangement and excellent metre.
The uniqueness of the voice of the poet made
the English poet PB Shelley declare that poets are the unacknowledged
legislators of the world. Perhaps in sync with Shelley’s definition of poetry,
Salman Rushdie stated in his inimitable style that, “ a poet's
work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start
arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.” James Joyce too felt
that poetry had a power of dissent implied within its aesthetic wordplay. Joyce
observed that ‘Poetry, even when most fantastic, is always a revolt against
artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality’.
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Sanjukta Dasgupta |
The
Silent Whispers Voice of the Muffled Melodies is a bi-lingual
poet, writer, and editor Misna Chanu’s third book of poems. She writes in
English and Manipuri. The seventy-five poems in this book of poems are all
poems of love, love that has experienced indifference, rejection, outrage, or
even disenchantment. Love is one of the most dominant themes in poetry, each
poem therefore can be regarded as a love story, some ending in joyous fulfillment
of dreams, some experiencing excruciating pain or disappointment, shock and awe,
and unbearable experiences of trauma and hurt. So the very first stanza of the
first poem in this volume resonates with the whispers that echo in all the
poems, that speak of the love of the land, the ravaged nature, the suffering of
children, the reaching out to parents, the feeling of indignation and
resolution as one of the titles declare with conviction, ‘I Don’t want another
Son of God to be Crucified’.
So in the first poem
in her book ‘My Verses Are Stained’ Misna Chanu foregrounds the struggle of
survival, the battle that each life has to wage. The six lines of the first
verse reverberate with unrelenting violence, as she declares, ‘my verses are
stained with/silent cries/Of the unborn poems/Inside the womb of
feelings/aborted by the cruelty of time/Before the birth of a dream’. In the
poem ‘Poetry’ she describes poetry to be the portrait of unbreakable silence on
the canvas of the soul. Mystical, spiritual, illusory, sense perceptions and
affect resonate in the lines of her poems of protest and resilience such as
‘Humanity That is Murdered’, ‘Children of the Lost World’, and ‘On the Barren
Land of Forbidden Dreams’, among others. Intense monologues of love and longing
feature in many of her poems, that touch the heart and moisten the eyes.
The powerful and sensitive lines of Misna
Chanu’s third volume of poems The Silent Whispers will undoubtedly
whisper in the minds of the readers for a long time- ‘then sing,/ sing/Until
silence consumes all.’
Utpal
Chakraborty’s riveting book of poems Moonwalk in the Afternoon is truly
an experience in moonwalking, as the motion of the poems both in the wordplay
and the precision of ideas, imagination, and reflection in the content, is
stepping in time, shuffling backward towards the roots and essence of human
existence. The 51 poems in this volume span a wide trajectory, with certain
peaks projecting over the rest, in terms of the poet’s concern and engagement
with the world within and the world around. The negotiation of the experiential
reality with the subjective persona of the poet is explored and represented with
adroit use of metaphors, images, allusions, and inferences. There is also an
element of irony as well as wry cynicism in the young poet’s desire to
experience the trials of geriatrics, as he reflects in the poem ‘ A Desire’
that he is after all in the evolutionary stage of drifting from one childhood
to the second. The poem ‘Civilization’ is unabashedly tongue in cheek that
creates surreal images of ‘boiled roses and roasted lilies’. Biblical
allusions, the last supper, crucifixion, resurrection, a sense of deep
soul-searching, and confessional candour permeate a number of the poems such as
‘Love Incarnate’, ‘The Last Supper’, ‘Monochrome’, ‘Revelation’, ‘December 25’
among others. Also, the intriguing use of ‘tamarisk’ a shrub well known in
Hebrew culture, suggests the poet’s familiarity with the cultural values and
practices of the Old Testament.
Not all the poems in Moonwalk
in the Afternoon foreground Biblical allusions or address the artistic
splendour of Leonardo da Vinci. There are quite some poems that express
contemporary concerns about environmental hazards, climate change, and restitution
of nature. Among these poems the relatively longer poem Hey Thunberg stands out
as it is addressed to the teenaged climate activist Greta Thunberg. Chakraborty
draws the activist’s attention by addressing her as ‘Hey Thunberg/ See how
those who had lost the unequal battle/on the bank of the ganges/amidst the fire
of the amazon are blooming/into flowers by the roadside’. Moonwalk in the
Afternoon is a captivating read as it experiments with content and form,
including haiku, senryu, and tercets with commendable skill.
Love
Religion and Politics is Pranab Ghosh’s fourth book of poems. This
slim book of 54 poems bears all the evidence of a poet who can use language,
images, and ideas in a fine balance, steering clear of excess or blurriness.
Each of the poems addresses the poetic persona’s dilemma in negotiating with
the varied challenges of the human world. Though love is an overpowering
signifier in the poems of Ghosh, the signifier ‘dream’ recurs often in his
poems. The world that Ghosh describes is a world of hopeful and hopeless
dreams, dreams nurtured and dreams shattered. So Ghosh etches the precarious
predicament of dreams as he writes in the poem, ’Outliving the Nightmare!’ that
‘they moved, dream in/Their eyes. The world around with/Reptile eyes
observed/Threatening to devour ‘The dream’. Elsewhere the poet thinks of a
world of peace as in three half-lines we sum up a non-militaristic, non-violent
world of peaceful co-existence- Dream of a place where/No jackboots and
bayonets/Keep peace.’ ( Dream 2.0).
Love, Religion, and Politics
also include two long prose poems titled ‘After He Lost His Soul Existential Question’
and ‘After he lost his soul 2.0’. These poems are deeply introspective, and self-analytical,
gesturing to an existential dilemma and a sense of deep psychological stress
that made the poet converse with his inner-self of anxiety. These ten pages
that focus on an interiorized soul-searching, is the poet’s unique manner of
breaking free from the experiential world around. The process of rising out of
depression and renewing one’s commitment to the magic of love and life is
graphed as the poet’s way of reclaiming his lost soul. In Ghosh’s poems, the
search for love and harmony are pervasive, and the final poem in this volume,
‘The Song’s Over: Remembering Pink Floyd’ engages once again with the
postmodern indeterminism that overwhelms the poet’s mind- you look into/The
roots of/ Creation and find/A ticking heart/Pumping blood into/The veins of
civilization/The destroys itself/Before and after/ Renewals!’
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