The Heart Listens to No Oneis an E-Book written byPurba Chakraborty. It is a beautiful collection of love poems. It has 35 poems altogether exploring different emotions. Love, Longing, Romance, Fond reminiscence and Separation. It made me feel and dripped in love.
There are different kinds of love stories, but they have one thing in common. It's music. When we fall in love, our heart becomes an orchestra of emotions which churns out a beautiful song, audible only to the hearts of the lover. Our heart hums its own song. Its magical. Its melodious. I am not a poetic person and I am not that romantic either. But some of these poems made me fall in love. About the author - Purba Chakraborty is one of my blog acquaintances who writes some beautiful poetry and she is well versed in the art of conveying the emotions through her poems. Even though she has written couple of novels earlier and contributed her poems in several anthologies, this is her first poetry book. She blogs at Love, Laugh and Reflect. The Heart Listens To No One honey soaked me with love and lots of love. A bit too much for me to handle though. This book is comprised of five sections and each consists of 7 poems. Romance, fond memories, unconditional love, longing and partition.
The book title is apt and the cover page is lovable. The writing is good. Each poem tells a story and also brings out varied emotions naturally. The language is simple with good usage of words. The words flow smoothly and they are enriched in meaning. Be it prose or poetry, I enjoy when it is simple and easy to understand. So whenever I encountered complex/big words, especially in few poems, they break my reading flow. The best poems were those which the author kept it simple and relatable. I loved A dozen love letters. It was so romantic. Short, simple and powerful.
We looked into each other's eyes,
Uninterrupted, for a few lazy minutes,
As I blinked, I felt as if we have exchanged..
At least a dozen love letters.
Imperceptible Corridor was quite brilliant. The author well expressed the yearning for the lover.
You're stuck between my heart and eyes
Your secret self
Wander in that imperceptible corridor
You can never free yourself
Try as much as you may.
Painting In my heart was very vivid especially since we can picture the love growing in a canvas with interesting and enticing use of words that describes the painting.
The moment I lost my heart to you
My heart became a canvas of your painting,
Never did I know before
A loss can be enticing…
Overall, the complex emotion of love was explored in different ways by the author and successfully touched a chord in my heart.
Heart that listen to No one - is a treat for poetry lovers. It does hum its own song...
It is very depressing and haunting to read about child molestation. And when that happens in India where we boast about our cultural and family values, it is very distressing. Here, we plan our lives to revolve around our young ones. From their birth, we work towards their good life and strive to give them the best possible things we can. From toys to education to clothes to marriage, every child is their parent's’ life’s gravity.
After reading the recent missing case of the 7 year old Chennai girl Hasini, molested by her 22 year old neighbor, I felt pathetic and got lost for few hours that I could not even grab myself.
We say, killing a girl child in the womb is sin and punishable. But after hearing about such crimes against female, woman or a little girl, I thought, instead of a girl being born, grown up and suffer in the hands of merciless people, it is safer for her to remain stillborn. But no, that is not the solution to this issue, nor I support that. I am only talking out of my anguish. I am hurt. I am stressed. I am angry. I am helpless.
Every time we hear about such heinous crime, it leaves a scar and we tend to seek a lesson for the safety of us and our loved ones. But how serious are we taking it? At most, we raise our voices against the incident and lit candles and go on a procession. But soon we will forget this and move on with our life. That’s how life goes and that’s normal, after all. But as a parent can they forgive themselves to leave their 7 year old girl alone at home and go for shopping? Now, who would have imagined that such ill minded people live among them? It's hard for me to even discuss about that incident.
Nowadays, the younger generation is being offered great opportunities to explore and learn. But are the education institutions giving importance to moral values and guide them towards a responsible society? What's the point of studying (a+b)2 = a2 + b2 + 2ab and excel in it, when we don't even understand the fundamental of living and to respect our fellow human being? Our academics teaches how to come first and earn money in this competitive world but least bothered about basic manners and values.
We should focus on teaching our children moral values more than just the school subjects. If not, we fail as a parent. It’s cruel to pluck away a child’s innocence but it is our duty to prepare them to face the good and the bad in the society. As one big family, we should be considerate about every incident that happen around us, and take it as a personal lesson and create awareness. If we cannot build a better future for our children, we as a society fail miserably. Together we should create a safer environment to live.
With the accused proven guilty and the justice about to be served, we should be focusing more on creating awareness, and take preventive measures and strict judicial guard rails against the criminals.
This terrible incident, which shook the entire nation, is not the first. And this will not be the last. We all know, somewhere someone gets affected, as long as there's no real solution. But where lies the solution? Shame, that we are helpless to stop such inhuman activities happening around us.
No words can console the child's parents. All we can do now is to pray for that little soul.
I have always been attracted to the pale brownish white dry florets of the dandelion. In our terrace, my dad has grown a turf. Mostly during summer in the midst of the grass and the button roses, these tall shoots stand up with glory. For a long time, I imagined that straw comes from its dried stem. As a kid, I used to love blowing the dandelion puff, making a wish. It was my summer fantasy. These swaying dandelions are all about memory and remembrance.
Teasing summer breeze
Wind-borne seeds sway in the air
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