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Poetry: Pradeep Biswal

Pradeep Biswal
FORGOTTEN DREAMS

Dreams once forgotten
Appear again from nowhere
Where sunlight dripped gold
Reflect on the slow-moving streams
A whisper arises
From the oldest of trees
In the currents of the softest breeze.
It’s the tale of a forgotten clock
With no sounds
Its gears turning slow
Watching the moments eternally flow.
It’s a garden where
Shadows danced in the dew
And flowers stare at the skies
They once knew.
A book lies gathering dust
Holding stories
Told many times
But forgotten long before.
For once upon a time
Isn’t always of sweet
But of moments unburdened
Bathed in soft light
The secrets of the mountains
Held deep in their stone
And songs the wind sing
When it wandered alone.
Do listen intently
Beyond what you see
The echoes of time
Manifest in moments of silence.
***


REFLECTIONS

The dust motes dance in sunlit beams
Across the room where silence rules.
In that stillness soft and deep
The echoes of time resonate.
A scent of rain on parched earth sighs
A melody that softly lies upon the air
A whispered tune spreads
Beneath the silver afternoon.
A faded photograph appears showing
A smile held back through passing years.
The lines etched deep around the eyes
Reflect the sorrows of the past
All those lost memories.
A half-read book upon the shelf
As if a moment paused a former self.
The thoughts that bloomed within
Reflect the years unwind.
The laughter rings in the air
Like a distant chime
Across the corridors of time.
The tears that fell on the ground
Their stories the old shadows can tell.
Each object holds a memory's gleam
A waking from a distant dream.
The past is a mirror clear and vast
Holding the moments fading fast.
And in these mirrored depths one sees
The past present and future
Like a gentle guide and a sincere friend
It’s a journey without end.
***


LIVING ON THE MEMORIES 

I live on my memories
Each fading photograph
A story etched in time
A symphony of echoes
A sweet forgotten chime.
The touch of the unseen hands
Banishes all the fears.
The turbulences and the heartbreaks
Are lessons understood
I walk through sunlit gardens
Where blossoms have long died
And hear the whispers of the wind
Where once love did reside.
The scent of morning coffee
A comfort in the chill
Providing warmth beside me
My aching heart to console.
You may say
I am a prisoner of the past
But these are not just remnants
Too beautiful to cast.
They are like bricks and mortar
The essence of my being
A lifeline to the future
Forever I'll be living.
Let the world move onward
On its own dictates
I'll find my solace softly
In these cherished moments.
Left to myself
A quiet joy I find
I live on my memories
Leaving nothing behind.

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.

(In solidarity with the Manipur women)

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.

Pradeep Biswal,
In The un-starry Night the poet makes an effort to romanticise a deep sense of loss and longing.
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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Here I am
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 Biswal
Title 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.

Pradeep Biswal
But though written in simple language, his poems are in no way less profound in thought.

A House Within is a kaleidoscope of experiences in varied hues like nature, love, life, relationship and social issues.

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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His love poems are extremely passionate and exceptionally soothing and soulful. As depicted by him in his lines:

"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

Pradeep Biswal
Sri Pradeep Biswal is a distinguished bilingual poet writing both in English and Odia. He has authored five anthologies of poetry in Odia, namely Bhumiparasha, Dhusara Dhrupadi, Seshaloka, Prema Kavita and Pheriba Batare. Jal Darpan and Lautte Raste Mein happen to be two collections of his poetry translated into Hindi. He has represented Odia Poetry at national level on many occasions. His poems have been published in Hindi, English, Tamil and other major Indian languages and have been included in the prestigious anthologies published by National Book Trust, Sahitya Academy and Odisha Sahitya Acdemy . He received a Fellowship in Literature from Ministry of Human Resource Development of Culture in 1995. He has received many awards and felicitations from different literary and cultural organisations for his singular contribution to literature and culture.

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)

Pradeep Biswal (b.1960) has published six poetry collections in Odia, namely, Dhusara Dhrupadi, Bhumi Sparsh, Sesha Loka, Prema Kabita, Pheriba Batere and Sachitra Samaya. Pheriba Batere has been published in Hindi with the title – Lout te Raste Mein. Earlier, another anthology in Hindi ‘Jal Darpan’ was published carrying his Odia poems translated into Hindi. After his first poetry collection in English titled ‘A House Within’, the second collection ‘Pilgrimage to Ayodhya’ awaits release. Being a senior member of India Administrative Service, he is presently working as Special Secretary, Finance Department, Government of Odisha at Bhubaneswar.

Pradeep Biswal
Words Today

Words today
Went wayward
I was watching
Helplessly
While you started
Weaving dreams
And sharing the secrets
With me.
Words are capable
Of destroying
Dreams in seconds
And camouflaging
Curtains for clouds
To take you
For a ride.
They can create illusions
Of colours in the sky
Akin to a rainbow
But life limits itself
To metaphors
Of irony
Hard to relish.


Sunflower

She looks at the sun
And gleefully smiles
Everyone sees
Her enticing smile
But not the sunburns
On her face.
Every smile
Has a sad story to tell
Not always pleasant
To listen.
Someday she’ll succumb
To the heat
Of the burning sun
And dry up.
The dried petals
Will be crushed
Again to extract oil
She won’t grumble
But smile at you
As before.


Last Night

Last night
Your shadow
Followed me
To the brink
Of insanity.
The parting kiss
Was so luscious
It still hangs
On my lips.
You noticed
Your past love
In my face
Love can never die
Resurrects every time
It finds a window
To open up.
The mosaics of memory
Shine brightly
Dusted with love
Hearts throb
In ecstasy
Cherishing the past.

Voices Within-2020 :: Setu, February 2020