Without poetic seed there won't be prose. The entire network of branches, twigs, flowers, fruits and leaves is nothing but a commentary on the small poetic seed. So all ye wannabe writers, nurture the poet in you, who understands the value of pause in life, who moves slowly to watch everything, sight and smell everything. Brushstrokes of poetry softly touch the soul without disrupting its restful muse and bring out nuggets of love, compassion, harmony and peace. All content © Sandeep Dahiya
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Chimp, Champ and Chops
Chimp, Champ and Chops
“These
are dreamy descriptions outlining a softer humanity lying buried under the
bigger talk of inexpressibly ridiculous modernity. The truth, lying in soft and
silent spirits, gets a mouthpiece to call to attention the basic things in life
through these poems. The verses narrate the enriched anatomy of the humane self
with its soft emotions caged in rock-hard convictions. These solemnly composed
verses in poems after poems highlight the monumental charisma of inherent
beauty of the human self. The little poetic chisel strikes raise a virtuous
fragrance as they hit against the sadly spread-out rock face of human
indifference and insensitivity in present times. These true tears tell little
stories with a face moving slowly in sedate resignation. There are plaintive
tales in verse to highlight the prodigious waste of inhumanity building around.
There are inspiring anecdotes to help the humane in us to get back onto its
feet. There are murmuring complaints of human apathy about need, hunger and
deprivation scattered like dust on our shoes. There are delightfully vague
vistas that tell the stories of the nature choked at material crossroads. These
footloose fantasies take you to a world basking in balmy serenity…far away from
the zoom, boom and doom of the modern world.”
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