There! I have to write my first haiku in praise of this man who has done a splendid job in bringing out such a fine collection of haiku. The words dance, and in his book, The Dance of Her Napkin, they come ordered in threes and twos, sometimes one. But the impression they leave take lines and fathoms of paper to put down.
The book is divided in six chapters, featuring poems by Laura, Natalie and Rob, from Australia, and Aju, Sunil and Jaydeep from India. This is an extraordinary work that combines beautiful images with philosophical aphorisms. It succeeds in drawing the attention of the readers to contemporary problems, which haunts us incessantly.
What I will find in a poetry book called this way? Finally I opened the book and forgot all about this puzzling problem and started to enjoy the reading not without surprise.
In the same spirit reminiscent of Kalil Gibran’s, “The Prophet, as well as Dante Alighieri’s, The Divine Comedy,” Dr Santosh Kumar expounds in this brilliant book, “Helicon, ” on the evils of war, the deception of government, and the wholeness of God.
In Sea Burst of Soul, Diana Rubin’s poems show evidence of her keen perception. The quality of her poetic genius draws its sustenance from subjects like 'Ice Storm', 'Lighthouse', 'Grandmother', 'Ellis Island', 'Atlantic Storm', 'Christmas' and several other realities of life. Here are poems about human passion, sensations and thoughts. Diana Rubin as a poet is very rich in music and imagery:
The Architecture of Me is a beautiful collection of William Sovern's remarkable and memorable poems. The poem 'The Apollinaire Blues' reveals his skilful mastery of style: “in my / daydreams / green fields / green fields of children / balls fling / about.”
As a poet, I believe every verse has the power to share a bit of my heart with the world. How many of those who read will understand it, I do not know, but I still believe in that. In the same way, while reading poems, I try to understand what the poet is conveying through them to me.
Today I want to share with you a book of poems titled “Inspire” by Vijaya Gowrisankar. I feel very honored to have had the opportunity to read the wonderful collection Vijaya has written, a collection of over one hundred poems.
I’m not a betting man, but if I were I would wager that there isn’t a human on earth who doesn’t like penguins. Sure, at the zoo you have your big cat lovers and your seal lovers, and your reptile lovers; but, who, pray tell, doesn’t simply adore penguins.
While reading Anil CS Rao’s poetry I was reminded of a very apt observation made by the great Romantic poet Keats. In one of his letters, Keats says: