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Poetry: Pradeep Biswal
Pradeep Biswal (Voices Within 2023)
Pradeep Biswal is a bilingual
poet writing both in Odia and English. He has seven poetry collections in Odia
and two in English (A House Within, Pilgrimage to Ayodhya). His poems have been
translated into Hindi, Punjabi and Telugu and got published in separate
volumes. He is a distinguished editor and translator as well. His creative life
spans over four decades and his poems have been anthologised at national and
international level. A retired IAS officer, Mr Biswal is staying in
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India. He can be reached at pbiswal804@gmail.com
Catching
Up
Catching up
With the butterflies
Is no longer possible
These days
My wings are clipped.
Those sunny days
Are no more.
The butterflies
Used to fly around
The flowers bloomed
The dreams had wings
To fly too.
The childhood
Had its charm
A carefree life
Caterpillars turn into
Butterflies
The wings flutter freely
In the air
There was nothing
To be afraid of.
Life is no more
The same
The butterflies
Vanished quickly
In the thin air
Not to reappear again.
Dancing Days
Those days
In a sleepy village
Surrounded by nature
In full bloom
The stream flowing nearby
I cherish today.
Bullocks running
On the dusty roads
The evening bells ringing
In the temple premises
The morning prayer
In the school
Still reverberate
In my ears.
The moon and stars
Shining bright
In the open sky
Dispelling darkness
Of the night
Missing in the metro city.
Life has come
A full circle
The childhood memories
Lurking inside
I cherish those
Dancing days
In my midnight dreams.
I Have Nothing To Say
I am cursed
To be born a woman.
You disrobed me
Paraded me naked
Assaulted me
Raped me
In broad daylight
I have nothing to say !
My eyes are dry
My vessels too
My lips are tight
I can’t cry
I can’t shout
I can’t ooze blood.
Leave me to pray
Silently tonight.
Oh God
Forgive these brutes
They don’t know
Their sins.
Pilgrimage to Ayodhya, A Journey Beyond
Review by Snehaprava Das
Pilgrimage to Ayodhya
Pradeep Biswal
Publisher: AABS Publishing House, Kolkata, India
Year: 2019, Price ₹ 299/- / $10, Pages-91)
Pilgrimage to Ayodhya, the recently published anthology of poet Pradeep Biswal, is an assortment of forty-two English poems of varied lengths. Pradeep Biswal, a popular name in the scenario of modern Odia poetry has also proved himself as an experienced writer of thought-provoking poems in English. His poems, as always, conceal a substratum of intriguing emotional patterns and a mystical evocativeness underneath the deceptively simple exterior. Picking up his subjects from diverse areas of experiences, the poet aims at presenting a fine synthesis of social realism and philosophical truth. Not stopping at just expressing his reflections on the changing scenario of socio politic as well as the cultural environment, the poet moves on to explore deeper levels of human behaviour and its amazing response to the complex issues pertaining to human existence.
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In the midnight’s parlour
Full of broken promises
Like the bitten wings of an airy bird
I still crave for your tender touch
The naked curves of your body
Someday somewhere else;
The mystique elements in INVITATION are obvious enough,
Please descend
The stairs of the sky;
Let all anxieties
Meet their dead end;
How Far I have Trudged describes a symbolic journey leading to a calm and peaceful closure of life. The poet, instead of any apprehending what awaits him at its end takes the journey with a positive spirit. He will keep on trudging, he declares, with an undeviating and a firm faith, till he reaches the finish line.
I know the rest of the journey
Straight to my end.
It’s not easy that easy to get me waylaid
Here there and everywhere.
The note of empathy is unmistakable in DO YOU KNOW where he says addressing his mysterious listener, who could be a friend or a neighbour or the entire human race for that matter, that everyone fights many battle and receives many wounds from it. Everyone cannot win or lose all the battles he fights but that does not prevent him from being a war veteran.
Like you I am a war veteran
I havewaged many battles
Won many lost a few.
There is no guarantee
You can win all
But losing a battle
Sometimes leads to win;
The calm confidence underlying the simple lines appears to reflect a Hemingway-like spirit, undaunted and indefatigable. A similar empathetic strain is discernible in the poem I KNOW IT WELL
I know it well
How many miles you have crossed
How many battles you have fought
How many swords you have crossed
How many wounds it
Has inflicted on you….
In Here I Am is we observe a fusion of the poet’s disturbing dilemma in the uncertain present time with a positive view of a future that holds many possibilities.
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Crouching in the hollow
Of a Sal tree,
And the poet in me
Sandwiched between
The chirping of a fledgling
And a snake….
………………………………
But this much
And all that I know,
There I am
Where another poet
Will come into the world;
The poet’s belief that love is a magic balm that can heal a wounded heart and repair a broken soul at any given time and space finds expression in moving lines like
You are too late in my life
I know you are from a distant shore
But still the sun has not set
………..
When I hold your hands in mine
I get mesmerized…
Is it the magic of love?
Social realism tinted with a mild sarcasm sets the mood of poems like Bharat Barsh 1, Bharat Barsh 2, The Kunduli Girl, Metamorphosis, Nero isn’t Dead and a few others.
In Monalisa’s Smile the poet tries to delve into the recess of human conscious and discover the dark, corroding truth hidden under that enigmatic smile.
I don’t know
What they felt about you
But I see
Shadows of deprivation
And shallow dreams
For ages
Turning into a volcano
And lurking behind
A synthetic smile…
The Pilgrimage to Ayodhya is a metaphoric journey that the soul embarks upon to attain some kind of an illumination. The beatific smile on Ramlala’s face, according to the poet, has a transcendental effect. It can elevate the sprit to a state of sublime joy, lift it above the trivial conflicts that hinder its evolution.
Mr. Biswal with an expertise of a seasoned writer guides his readers smoothly to an exciting world of poetry through an effective interfacing of reality and imagination, myths and metaphors. He can add new dimensions and new meanings to things that appear ordinary and common place through skillful employing of right words and right images at right places.To go through the collection, will undoubtedly be an engaging experience for the poetry lovers.
Reviewer: Snehaprava Das, former Associate Prof. of English, has translated a number of Odia texts, both classic and contemporary, in English. Worth mentioning amongst them are the first novel in Odia Padmamali, Fakir Mohan Senapati's Prayaschitta, RamSankar Ray's Bibasini, Pundit Gopabandhu Das's Kara Kabita and Bandi ra Atmakatha. Her translated works are published by The Speaking Tiger Books, Kendriya Sahitya Akademi, Oxford University Press, Odisha Sahitya Akademi and BLACK EAGLE BOOKS (DUBLIN, United States of America)
Dr. Snehaprava Das also writes poems in English. She has four collections of English poems to her credit, (Dusk Diary, Alone, Songs of Solitude and Moods and Moments).
A Review of A House Within by eminent poet Sri Pradeep Biswal
Review by Namita Rani Panda
Author: Sri Pradeep BiswalTitle of the Book: A House Within: An Anthology of Poems
Publisher: Authorspress, New Delhi, India
ISBN: 978-93-87281-83-7
Price: ₹ 290 / $12
It is my immense pleasure to go through the brilliant creation of Sri Pradeep Biswal A House Within: An anthology of poems that comprises 38 poems on diverse themes. Though it is his first anthology in English, I am sure, it can carve a niche in the hearts of the readers for his simplicity, clarity, brevity and proficiency in words and imagery. It is imperative to mention here that though highly qualified and is a senior officer in the Indian Administrative Service, nowhere its trace can be felt. In the preface itself he has written, “I believe in simplicity and a poet ought to be simple and innocent like a child.” His poems are the testimony of his philosophy.
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| Pradeep Biswal |
The poet is a great lover of nature, a mystic and a minute observer of even infinitesimal objects in nature. The beauty of a tiny wild flower could not escape his sensitive eyes. Surprisingly enough, he can see the whole universe in a wild flower.
"I held it in my hands
Watched it closely
It's soaked with morning dew
The bright rays of the dawn
Beauty of the rainbows
Mysteries of the divine.
A mere tiny flower
It contains the whole universe."
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"But somewhere
A melodious symphony
Spreads its wings
Like a morning breeze
That touches
Our hearts and souls
And we intensely long
For each other
Is it called love!" (Between Us)
To him love is as natural as the blooming of a flower:
"With a graceful smile
On her face
She left silently
As she had come
A shower followed
The morning looks fresh
A flower bloomed last night
Nobody had noticed." (A Flower Bloomed)
But he has not turned his attention away from the social evils prevailing around him. His mellow heart aches and bleeds for the sufferings of his fellow beings .As a responsible citizen he is deeply concerned for them which is brilliantly depicted in The Art of Living:
"Drops of blood
Settle down
In the corners of the eyes
Like pieces of ice.
The children fall asleep
With cold touches
Of death
And the lullabies
Hang on the lips
Of the mother."
Similarly in his poem He Has No Dreams to Share he poignantly describes the tormenting hunger of children of daily wage labourers
" He knows well
How to remain happy
With an empty stomach"
"Life is enchanting for him
But his eyes are blank
And he has no dreams to share!"
Moreover he is very sensitive to the problems of common men like The Liftman:
"He receives all
With a smile
Never being rude
Bread and butter
He knows well
Come with a tag."
The two poems that I love the most, To My Son and Yajati, are based on human relationships that flow generously from the tender heart of a father. Like every father he is also optimistic about the success of his son:
"I am sure
One day you would be able
To map the whole sky” (To My Son)
"The eternity
Is yours alone.
My son
It's yours alone!" (Yajati)
Some of his poems brilliantly focus on the sophistication and hypocrisy prevalent in the modern society, how still a Brutus lives to stab from behind and how the modern men make futile efforts to conceal venom in heart with a lovely smiling mask.
"History repeats
The sagas of treachery
Still a Brutus lives
In our life
To backstab
Your innocence
For his selfish end." (Brutus)
"Can a mask cover
The evil mind
With venom and vices
Hidden in his heart?" (Mask Man)
In A House Within he has superbly described a universal truth. Each house has many houses within it, each having its doors and windows, dreams and despair and lights and shadows.
"Each house has
Its lights and shadows
Few dark corners
An air of its own
Each house
Is divided within." (A House Within)
Maybe due to betrayal or untold suffering the protagonist in The Lost Smile has forgotten how to smile:
"I don't know
When I lost it
But it's lost anyway
Never ask me
To smile again
It may look
Something else
Other than a smile." (The Lost Smile)
However, the most important tone prevailing all over is the tone of optimism. His optimistic voice is strong in the following lines:
"Dreams never dry up
With flights of time
It awaits celebration." (Dream Again)
"Sure we would meet again
Sometimes before the sun sets." (When We Met)
In his foreword the poet in sublime words states, “Everyday poetry is born, so also a poet.” And truly a poet is born, a significant poetic voice in Odisha is born to be acclaimed for his simplicity, precision, clarity and his skillful use of words and lucid imagery. As a sage he announces, “At the end of the day, I am delighted that I played the game, whether or not it earned me a medal.” It reflects that he has the heart of a true creator who goes on creating without expecting any reward unlike some present day poets who run after medals and accolades.
He may not have expectations. But I’m sure, his creations will win the hearts of many. Let many more lines flow freely from his pen to enlighten the readers with his worthy creations.
Wishing a long life to his pen.
Pradeep Biswal
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| Pradeep Biswal |
A senior member of Indian Administrative Service, he is presently working as Additional Secretary in General Administration and Public Grievance Department, Government of Odisha. He can be contacted at pbiswal1804@gmail.com.
Pradeep Biswal (Voices Within)
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Voices Within-2020 :: Setu, February 2020




