Milk and Honey: Rupi Kaur

 

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Who reads poetry these days?  The answer is a million people! Rupi Kaur’s self-published book has sold over a million copies and has been a New York Times best seller for over 52 weeks.  It is modern poetry, from the perspective of the woman of today.  The poems are both feminist and reflective at the same time.  Like any collection of poetry, it has a few gems – thoughts so engaging, words so beautifully crafted – that the words just roll off the eyes, leaving a strong impact.  And then there are those are ordinary and barely poetry.  I am not sure if the huge success if fully deserved – the explicit angle certainly helps.  An interesting read, overall.

Read.

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A few lines from ‘The Jasmine Bloom’

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A Few Moments More

You knock on my door
And tell me to follow you
It’s time, you say
Time to leave.

I realize
I need a few moments more
I need to see how the jasmine I planted come out in the spring
And if the amaltas flowers will be as beautiful this summer.

I need to hear my girl’s laughter once more, See her smile light
up the room once more
I need to take her small hand in mine…
And thank God once more…

I need to visit countries, continents.
I need to see all the world has got to show me.

Oh there is so much I need to do!
Can’t we wait a bit?
Come- let’s wait a bit.

A few moments more
A few years more.

 

 

 

 

 

Love & Pain… in verses!: Syeda F.R.

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Rupi Kaur’s contribution to the world of books today: Poetry is back in vogue. Syeda’s ‘Love and Pain’ is a compilation of some intense, well-written, and mature poems. Most of the poems are beautiful in how they sound and what they paint. For me, the book scores on three counts: one, there is a lyrical, sing-song quality to the poems that is easy on the ears; second, many of the poems are deeply sensuous, without ever crossing the line into vulgar. It is interesting how the poet captures the sexual tension between a man and woman without using any overt sexual imagery. Third, the poems are very visual, they paint a very vivid picture. The only thing that didn’t work for me was that I didn’t find a flow in the order of poems, a sort of phasing from love to pain that the title and the foreword promised. Also, there was some repetition of ideas. However, overall, a beautiful, and mature compilation, that is a pleasant read indeed.

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Tell Me Your Real Story – Savita Nair

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I read poetry after a long time and enjoyed it.  Nair’s poems are short, everyday, and fun.  As with any other collection, the quality varies; there are good ones and those that are not so good.  But most were enjoyable – very today, fresh and thoughtful.  My only complaint – Nair is a stickler for rhyming and sometimes it is limiting – the result can be childish at times.  Rhyming is her strong point and rhyming poetry is easy on the eyes but not beyond a point.

Recommendation: Read.

Over…?

Apparently, I have been rejected.

So, naturally  feel dejected.

Agreed, she is extremely beautiful.

But now, her and mine, cup of woe almost seems full.

She is, obviously angry with me,

and I think that to my heart, she is the only key.

The reasons are known, some unknown.

But the heart of a poor guy is torn.

The subject me: she wants to forget

The subject she: is my target

She wants to keep away,

And I want to have my say.

Now, will she ever call back?

Or have I finally become a boring jack?

If Only

I wish

You were a rose.

A half blossomed, dew kissed, silky red rose.

From the corner window of my house,

I would’ve admired you smiling in my garden.

A little look at you would’ve made my day.

Would’ve showered all my affections on you,

Caressed you, kissed you and adored you all my life.

And

When it was your turn to wither away,

Would’ve carefully gathered your soft petals,

And kept them to my heart till death.

If only…

You were a rose.

One Way Calls

Fetters on my feet,

My hand cuffed.

Tears in my eyes,

I stand stunned.

 

My tongue glued,

My ears sealed.

My eyes unseeing,

Only heart moved.

Yearning desperately for once sound

The sound…of your voice

…and that alone

 

But this was the relationship you had decided for us,

And thus was how it ended.

With you free,

And me in the impenetrable prison of your thoughts.

 

I’ll always remember,

I’ll never forget,

Yet never forgive,

Your one-way calls.