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Aparna Pathak 08 June 2013

thanks so much Tribhawan Kaul ji. I am humbled.

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Tribhawan Kaul 07 June 2013

Poet of the month: Aparna Pathak - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It is my great pleasure to announce Poetess Aparna Pathak as the poet of the month. Aparna Pathak is a graduate in English (Honours) and a Post Graduate in Public Relations. She is a versatile poetess who has endeared herself in the heart of her readers and poets with her great poetic skills. Born in Uttar Pradesh/ India and a proud mother of two lovely children with a doting and supportive husband, she has grown up with great inclination towards art and literature and listening to the stories of great writers. John Donne, and William Wadsworth are her all time favorite poets. Nature has always fascinated her. She feels there is huge connection between nature and the way we lead our lives. She has inborn talent to versify her feelings. She likes to write in free verses giving vent to her feelings without any bonding or adhering to poesy tenants. Her deep and thought provoking poems have won her many competitions. Her main forte is to take her subject head on resulting in penning minute details in verses for a reader to relish. This writing quality of hers has earned her accolades and appreciations. Two of her award winning poems viz ‘ Alzheimer’s Patients’ and ‘Mental Bullying’ are an example of deep penetration of her thoughts, painting visual imagery on the poetic canvass through words. While the first one has been highly commended for its depiction of an Alzheimer patient winning the free verse poetry contest 2013 organized by ‘ Heart of Global Poets’, the second one has been awarded the commendation certificate of “ Highly Commended ” in the Poem of the Year Category of the Destiny Poets’ International Community of Poets ICOP Awards 2012. To showcase her poetic talent both the award winning poems are given below: - Against Alzheimer’s - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fully awakened mind, is all I could have asked for this moment. Consciousness was at highest peak, when death was approaching slowly, trying to consume me. God can’t think now for any atonement. His sense of humor was bad. His sense of empathy was worse. Life was recurring in front of eyes, like a long journey, of desires and aspirations. He is still sitting beside me apathetically lost in his own anonymous world. Physically present. But I have no clue, about his mental whereabouts. He promised me a life and he is still with me. His beard had turned white, and his huge spectacles now, covers a major part of his wrinkled cheeks. But his cold hands still warm mine. His dry lost eyes now make my eyes wet. We still complete each other, though he is now staying in strange withdrawnness. I don’t exist in his mind. Even though he feels reassured and secure in my company, he never responds to my caressing hands. He doesn’t know me. I am not part of his undefined world. Chess is still played daily, where now he just sit and look, at some blank space, and I play his moves too. Just as he forgets to sip the tea, he forgets to wash hands after meals, and he forgets me too. I still enjoy sips from his cup; I still enjoy his touch; I still crave for his kiss; I still search my name in his words; I still look into his eyes; But I don’t find myself there. We are together, complementing each other, against all adversities, against situations, against Alzheimer‘s. Today I am retreating fully conscious. I have everything, I desired. His presence in my life is precious, but I often ask myself; Is he actually present? The answer is –no. - - - - - - - - x- - - - - - - - - - MENTAL BULLYING - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was born with an alive brain. But my efforts to enlighten it, with wisdom, went all in vain. Now its lying in comatoseness, since many years, like a rusted iron, taking the last few left heavy breaths, like death rattles”, before the final end. It has also seen years of imprisonment, suppressed under chauvinism, chained in social norms and mental bullying of customs and orthodox norms, depriving it from thinking and opine. Fewer times, out of the blue, it was asked to speak up, like mimicking parrots, aligning thoughts with the powers, where cerebrating mind was never required. Just a silent consent was all needed, on every rude tough stare, lips were fearfully sealed, it thus became a non-functioning pulp, locked behind concealed bars, tortured to die, suffering from suffocating darkness, and lots of scars. - - - - - - - - - - - - - x- - - - - - - - - - - - - Whereas the flow of poetic characterization of a patient of Alzheimer is evident with excellent portrayal of the impact of the disease itself on a patient, the second poem takes a pot shot at the prevailing bias and gender inequality in our society where our women folks are subject to constant bullying in every way i.e mentally, physically and socially. Both the poems though different in contexts, bring out the range of the thoughts dealt with poetically besides showing her capabilities to traverse through her subject with ease and elegantly. Her style, though not different from other poets, who write in free verses, bears her personal stamp so far as poem’s tone and texture is concerned. Salman Rushdie once said, “a poet's work is to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.” This quote of writer Salman Rushdie fits Aparan Pathak to some extent. Being a wife of an ex- Air Force Officer, how can the poet in Aparana remain silent when the enemy forces sneak into borders and behead and kill our soldiers. Eruption of pain, anger and anguish by such a cowardly act forces the poet to express her feeling in the following verses and she has some advice too for those who perpetrate heinous crimes or to those who are their handlers. Intentions - - - - - - - - - - Shrewd intentions Covered under A Foggy blanket and mist To cross the border And stab brothers in the back Chopping off heads Looting things Is shameful! Borrowing A glass of bravery A bowl of humanity A small plate full of honesty And less self-righteousness Would have been better! - - - - - - - - - - x- - - - - - - - - The poet is pained at the inhuman development and pleads for self-introspection calling for restraint and dealing crises in an honest way. For Aparna Pathak poetry gives a chance to vent to her innermost thoughts and ideas and make her understand the nature better. She, having learnt the art of astrology too, life to her because a soulful experience. She feels quote, “There is nothing like pursuing one's passion in life which is a nourishment to the thirst of Soul unquote. Writing poetry not only quenches her thirst but also brings her nearer to the soul, to communicate with it, trying to find a meaning of the journey of life. Her two poems ‘ Journey of a rock’ and ‘ Journey ahead’ when read with her perception of life make an enjoyable read. Poem ‘Journey of a rock’ is a metaphorical write presenting life in many dimensions and underlining many of its phases. ‘Journey Ahead’ seeks the re-birth to complete one’s unfinished task in the present world instead of seeking salvation. Both the poems gives an insight of the life’s significance as life is being chiseled out by various ups and downs facing hurdles and hardships yet, the poetess thinks that life is worth having another go in its re-incarnation, if given a choice. Journey of a rock - - - - - - - - - - - - Withered into granules To accompany the flow, Wounded by sharp currents, Travelled long, Far from original abode Rinse, cleanse, cut and trimmed Clashed with bones, bumped into stones Dipped, whirled, stuck in riparian hedge Yet managed to reach the final address It was then pushed back to shore Staying there still holding A part of accumulated bore - - - - - - - - -x- - - - - - - - - - - - Journey Ahead - - - - - - - - - - - They dilate my eyes To seek fear But was amazed As there was no tear It was not my final abode I was prepared for the journey ahead To come once again I was supposed to be first, dead They pray and meditate To get salvation But to get rid of birth cycle Is never my intention They search happiness Rejecting love’s existence Still pray and sing their love for God’s persistence I yearn for another life Full of love and compassion So for me it is surely not My last destination I will come again To love and to be loved with concern Enough I have lived loving Without getting it in return - - - - - - - x- - - - - - - - - - - - - Aparna Pathak is a poet whose soul is stirred while watching age overcoming a human being. She laments the pitfalls of age yet she is brave enough to concede that the age has to be lived off. Her poem ‘ Prune’is indicative of her perception of aging. It is lovely poem wherein a thought of aging is brought out in few verses. Prune - - - - Wrinkled face Left with no grace Unfolding hidden tales Of heart in veil Dehydrated cries Compressing eyes Tight skin is numb Full of marks and glum Monotonous days, lived and gone Children were born and grown Now I sit and watch them laboring For same job I kept on working Who says world is changing fast? For us it’s same as it was I still search warmth in smoking pipe And try to remove wrinkles from life - - - - - - - - - - - - - x- - - - - - - - - - The poem brings to its readers the effects of aging on both physical and mental condition of an aged besides loneliness associated with aging. The poem ends with a hopeful note which also shows the positive attitude of the poet. Aparana Pathak’s poems have been /are being published in many anthologies and on various poetic websites. She is an accomplished poet. Two of her Poems- 'Heart' and 'Silent Flute' is being featured in Rollingthunderpress's Summer Issue coming out in June 2013. She intends to bring out her first poetry book in near future. The Heart of Gobal Poets, Workshop and Publishing Platform congratulates her and wishes her great success in all her poetic endeavors. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - x- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Copyright of poems included in this write up belongs to Aparna Pathak. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - x- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - x- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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