A Review of my poems by Naval Langa
Painting and poetry has one thing similar in them: they both are coming from the heart of a person. Here is one review of a poem by the poetess who writes from bottom of her heart.
A JOURNEY IN THE FATHERLAND
If the poetry is to evoke emotional responses; if the lines of a poem are to create a sensual atmosphere; here are some lines that do the same thing with superb sophistication. The poems written by Sapna lead us to a different land of imagination and help getting literary pleasure. She has in store, as she says in one of her poems that, b The long pile of stories of life, unfolded, into thy lap, with tearsb &b While explaining the human sorrows, she shows us a path of optimism in the same breath: solutions came, step to be taken forb & knock knock knock, are we there?b &
Poetess Sapna George believes, and tries to establish too, that b without leap of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilitiesb . She does not limit her possibilities; she took the help of images to transmit her emotions into the words. Here in this poem she has taken b Fatherb as an image to reveal what she has in her mind, as she says about her father that: he never left my hand for a moment, ever since I was born. In these lines of her poems, she lets her lifelong memories to escape and fly in the sky of love and reverence. See, how she longs for her father; how she misses his presence: Never did he forsake me, in lifeNever for moment, never for a day,Always beside me when I needed the most,
A POEM by SAPNA ANU GEORGE.
Days go past us winds of season,
Never gone past the days and years .
Get stuck in some ear and age
That engulf us like mirages in deserts.
One such mirage is my Dadb in my life,
Always in front of me, waiting for me,
Yet I never reach there in time be near,
So near to me yet so far away.
Never did he forsake me, in life
Never for moment, never for a day,
Always beside me when i needed the most,
A dear friend, a true companion, a great dad.
Human mind takes support of images while conveying messages to others. It is usual for a poet or an artist to use this mechanism of using extended images. Once the artists or a poet enters the larger scale of imagination, the world is much wider for him or her. In this poem, the Indian poetess, Sapna George has tried conveying a message, packed with emotion and reverence.
For us, the humans, especially for the women, a father is a pivotal figure in the world of emotion. Hardly a woman misses to remember her father, as he is the person around whom she has erected a tower of hopes; under whose eyes she has built a castle for security. This feeling leaps out and takes the form of the words like b &b &b &..
b Never did he forsake me, in life
Never for moment, never for a day
Always beside me when I needed the most.b
Poets often use particular forms and conventions to suggest at alternative meanings in the words: the images we use to convey our feeling are in a way the alternative meanings we have given to the situation, or the flow of our bubbling emotions within. To take the b Fatherb s loveb as imagination is not new in the world of literature; most of the narration in Bible roams around this one word b b Fatherb .
In her above poem, Sapna George has poetically arranged the metaphors in a beautiful manner. She has assembled the related metaphors that are completely compatible to each other, or similar in temperament. It creates harmony between the words and the images. Look at these lines:
One such mirage is my Dadb in my life,
Always in front of me, waiting for me,
Yet I never reach there in time be near,
So near to me yet so far away.
The poetess has knitted an embroidery of beautiful words here. Feeling of loss is the inherent current in these lines; all the words put in a sculpturesque fashion radiating the feeling of permanent shortfall in life. Every loss presupposes the absence of assured gain. From a father figure we receive many help, in the form of physical things and emotional support. He is the figure that tries to shape our life in a better way. Journeying on the land of memories of her father the poetess says:
He suggested, the best books for me to read
But never pushed them into my hands.
The journey with our father never ends; death is a minor separation. But once the father figure departs for a reason, goes away from us, he enters the larger scale of our imagination. Instead of remaining a name of the greatest relationship, the image of father becomes the controller of all our ideas and emotions that pass through the wonderful land of our mind, our stream of thoughts. (Images courtesy Wikimedia Commons)
