Mixture of diverse and lyrical sensibility in the poems

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Sukrita Paul Kumar is an accomplished poet, painter, critic, translator and well-known scholar. Vanishing Words is Sukrita’s fifth collection of poems. And there are thirty-four poems in all in this collection accompanied by gems like black and white illustrations by the poet.

Book: Disappearing words

Author: Sukrita
Hawakal Publishers, Kolkata

In her latest collection of poems ‘Vanishing Words’, Sukrita paints a reality about various states of mind battling the ripples of life and illuminates the inner life as a singular encounter between the physical and spiritual realms. Both fierce and subtle, his poetry mixes both diversity and lyrical sensitivity, sometimes almost solemn in its enunciation.

The poet’s voice crosses a threshold into a visionary world that it creates itself and where words vanish into a dream state. The voice in some of his poems inscribes deep yearning and longing. Because the way in which their vivacity takes root is remarkable.

Sukrita Paul Kumar is an accomplished poet, painter, critic, translator and well-known scholar. This is Sukrita’s fifth collection of poems. And there are thirty-four poems in all in this collection accompanied by gems like black and white illustrations by the poet. The poignant clarity of the images makes his poems stay in your mind long after the book is closed. She is an important literary voice. The book draws on themes ranging from injustice, disparity, evolution to spiritualism and art to shape its brilliant investigation into how the poetic mind works.

What strikes me most about his poems is the rhythm that possesses a fluid continuity akin to resisting forces that capture many tender moments. Her ability to challenge life’s distresses with love and light is remarkable.

The comfort that the poet offers in her poems is uplifting, relevant and moving. His inventive lyricism highlights the intersectional nature of poetry with music, cadence and the imprints of life. His poems are like a journey through endless scenes of human elements arrested and transformed into poetic form.

The rhythm of his poems is surprising because of the motive behind them. But the real taste, whatever she chooses to write, is her spontaneous artistry, the effortless ease of writing, the words that seem to weave magic. Her ability to blend art, love, heartbreak and desire is unmatched.


The poet believes that words can shatter reality giving way to dreamlike complexities and her poems often explore the surreal sense of instability.


The following poem establishes a haunting lyrical voice, a surreal poetic space and a masterclass. And it is also motivated by a desire through the shrouds of time and space. It sheds new light on the poetic world.

I am not an ethereal patient.
The moon whispers to me

Something might come out of
my nothingness
As

Full Circular Humidity
Out of
A bubble has burst

On a dry and pristine state. (Statement)

Poetry, it seems, offers a way to approach language. Sometimes his poems enter our hearts with a silence that still resounds. The following poem acutely captures the paradox of life – the streak of faith mixed with the anxious mental landscape.

where do i write
The paper twists in pain
All space is in awkward folds

where do i paint
The canvas fills up
With sighs and whispers
As I lift these brushes.

And the poet ends the poem with these meditative verses,

I carry the cross nailed by
Unborn poems, aborted paintings
Neither alive
Neither dead (Untitled).

What amazes me about Sukrita’s poem is how it captures both the sense of isolation and the deep connection that mark our daily lives. There is a dynamic unfolding of the poet’s ideas and perceptions. Against the backdrop of Kashmir’s striking beauty, she provides a small map of such a place.

‘The boatman’s oar splashed and
spread the colors,
take confusion for
the shores in undulations and bubbles,

do my thoughts
once again
cloudy and
dense.’ (On the Dal in Srinagar)

In poetry, you can say a lot with just a few words. The poet weaves a touching and nuanced collection of well-crafted and resonant poems. Through it all runs his blazing compassion and relentless curiosity, as his poems take us to the brink of love and heartbreak. She laments, “I didn’t know then / What I know now”. So what
the poem strikes a delicate yet strong tone, peppered with moments at the end that hold our breath, ‘Perilous journey uphill/hard to climb/harder to descend. (Mountain Nights).

The following poem offers a tempting excursion into collective identities, memories and myths that flows like a river and never stops breaking its own banks. Old lines are familiar draws.

The three breathless generations
sighs of relief
In a cosmos full of
Intergenerational networks
Through shared memories. (Cosmic Connections)

Sukrita has an enviable gift for well-masked difficult questions, and her poems ring the truth not like a church bell, but like the sound of wind blowing through leaves.

‘Can there be no flight/ in the clouds/ will I ever keep on sinking.’

Paradoxically, elasticity extends to form, where closure is somehow delayed, and the certainty of meter and rhyme is blurred by the nonchalant accumulation of visual detail. It generalizes without being bland, condenses without being narrow, and philosophizes without being poetic.

The Effect is an incredibly moving set of poems in which the self becomes an inclusive vehicle for bridging the painful gaps between generations, ideas, and living beings.

Africa, his place of childhood returns to his poems. She tackles with intensity and verve, the subjects of the curse of darkness, black life and the racial imprint how they impose an uncomfortable conformism, “on the other / the black shouts and yelps / in search of his Africa ” .

His voice is confident, unhurried and unconstrained. With the heaviest subjects, she travels light. With lighter subjects, she knows how to hold them in her fist. This intensity, more and more explicit in the symbolic poem, “(The crows are our ancestors) seems articulated on its literarity. (“Crows have a deep connection with us / Linguistic and genetic / They are our ancestors.”)

Yet there is a sense in which it is ambiguous whether welcoming light is possible because nature beckons humans or because the spirit domesticates forests.

The poet deploys the exploration of the power of silence as a means of resistance, a way of carving out a place in a hostile world. His poems have a lucid elegance, underpinned by a restrained ferocity that relentlessly attacks the damage of institutional indifference.

When the mind is done
Start yet another journey
torment
Tearing pains during labor
Before the musical notes go off
free metal reeds
silent folding bellows
woolly cotton balls in thin air. (Birth).


The poet writes about the mysterious cosmos swirling with intricate connections and continues with our lives. The poet confesses to having “chosen words which cancel out all noise in themselves, so that they vibrate in echoes of meaning, then vanish into colorless space – a sound past beyond meaning”. and his eye captures the liminal spaces between precision and shadow so well that he brings his way of seeing into focus.

Who knows when the earth was divided into
Black and white
No earthquake records
Nor of any planetary catastrophe. (Bleeding color)

Sukrita’s poetry is marked by rhythms, elegance and the pleasure of improvisation. sure of himself and his purpose. Her poems represent her engagement with life and her efforts to bring to light unknown clues of the universe are cathartic, uplifting and fresh. His poems are like whispering and listening to each other at the same time.

Total and absolute calm
when the wheels spin at an unseen speed
go beyond destinations (Freedom)

And the verse that uses more subtle charms is sure to win you over. Throughout, there are familiar undertones of mysticism and mindfulness, tapping into something ancient and mythical. The following poem plays with the idea of ​​exception, constructing a propelling narrative of the inner voice script. The poet is a deft hand at knitting subtle layers.



What is real?


Picture of the bird
floating in the sky
or the one again
in the gushing river


The Wavy Moon
in water
or the one above
it’s steady


Parallel
Forever (Pagoda Poems)

The book is generous in its compassion. It’s a journey deep into the soul to reveal unexpected depths. It’s the tone, hue and texture, it’s the restraint – as impressive as it is compassionate – that elevates this book to a different level. Throughout, the book’s greatest charm lies in the sensitivity and subtlety of its narrative.

The cover page design is fascinating. ‘Vanishing Words’ is one of the most striking and beautiful collections of poetry published in recent times and poetry lovers surely want to keep this book in their shelves at the earliest.

(Gopal Lahiri was born and raised in Kolkata, India. He is a bilingual poet, writer, editor, critic and translator and published in Bengali and English. He is the author of 10 volumes of poetry in Bengali and 17 volumes in English and jointly edited seven anthologies of poems in English and published translation work.His poetry is also published in various anthologies as well as in eminent Indian and foreign journals.His book reviews have been published in Indian Literature by Sahitya Akademi, (printed newspaper), Muse India, Scroll.in, Different Truths, The Lake (UK), Elixir (US), Kitaab (Singapore), Setu (US), The Statesman and The Millenium Post , Kolkata and many more. He was nominated for the Pushcart Prize for Poetry in 2021.)

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