Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 2, Number 1. May 2019. ISSN: 2581-7094




Melodic  Mélange  by Annapurna Sharma

Authors press, New Delhi-110016 (India) (2018), ISBN 978-93-87651-71-5, Pp.147, Price Rs.295/-



---- Dr. Radhamani Sarma



The book under review Melodic Mélange, comprising 79 poems, touches upon various topics - extending from Reflections to Rendezvous, Mothers to Mirage, Morning drizzles to Ripples, Scaffolds and Eaves to Shooting star. She terms this book almost with a subtitle (Tales in Verse) allowing readers to look into myriad ways of expanding the pivotal point aimed at, in these one hundred and forty-seven pages of significant purport. Almost all the poems (excepting a small number) begin the flow in the first person, the persona “I” taking an upper hand, such as donning  multi roles of diligent patient women, persona creating empathy, or “blissful inspiration” (‘Oleander, p.112) of a flower or longing for lost days, which she can never retrieve, despite her efforts.

I cannot discern,

Where I lost?               (‘Lost Years,’ p.90)


It is not merely through the inner voice of characters the speaker envisages/ experiences/ the role she desires to don, but also dovetailing the descriptive aura from meticulous day to day observations she reaches the audience.
While retrospecting “who am I”, after imagining many roles, such as “doting daughter”, (p.42.) pranking sister, or pillaring…wife, she aspires with affirmative commitment of tone, to be the Mother.

The resonant roaring of the mighty lioness
Guarding offsprings within a thorned fence
An innate nurse that need no training
Intuitive mentoring like copious Guru
The perennial influx of nutriment
I am the fountain head—the Mother!             (‘Who am I?’, p.42.)

Throughout, her adjectival offspring interplay and free play. Like any other devout person seeking solace and peace in Meditation, she concentrates, in Silence. In between what she sees, undergoes, experiences, a plethora of chaos, caught in the mundane, in the mouth of deep-sea devils, she focuses in poetic terms. She is solemn, she is one with The Ultimate!

In meditation, I
……
Roamed the solitude psychic lanes,
……
Focused on the light in me
Transcended into a new world
Deluged in an aura of memorization
Sublimed into serenity
Bestowed by HIS Grace, I
Fused with HIM.                                (‘In meditation’, p.44.)

She sails in the world of exploration of self and seeking a path, keen eye for Introspection and retrospection; while not much of philosophy stands in her way, I mean karmic philosophy of Birth, Rebirth and Redemption only minimal core. Yet, she firmly affirms she has taken a solitary road, a long drive to the unknown, it is hazardous journey, wherein her vigilant eyes don’t miss a dying sparrow, or abandoned sheep; a gentle caring touch for the afflicted is the call for immediacy.

It’s a long drive!

A peregrine cow
         
Seeking green pastures to chow.

A wealthy farmer hummed an elegy of thorn,

wild streams danced all night to the dirge of corn.  (‘The solitary Road’, P.69.)

Ultimately a realization dawns upon her, that she journeys in search of a light, “the light that only our shadow can see”(p.70.)

What human beings, which writers will not like birds and aviary, what thrilling inspirations drive them - beyond expression! Her images are drawn from, drizzles, birds and ants, open skies and rivers. Mostly, she converts these images dexterously to have resonance with her descriptive aura and desired purport. ‘To Be or Not To Be’ is another beautiful write in which the persona transforms the following image thus:

To be or not to be….

Like the clear open skies converging,

Bird, beast and man alike

Under a single roof of brotherhood merging

They label me a brag drunken and spike

Pampering all with altruism!  (‘ To be or not to be’ p,56.) 
              

Nature’s objects like a Good Gathering single the poet out into a vanishing dream. She revels in the silence of the woods. At the same time, she is conscious of a World/space/ where selfishness is rampant, each one goes about his /her business/ (“No one asks if I am hungry” p. 106.)

At the end of the day-

I trot on the pebbled roads,

the pebbles pricking

through the thin souls… 
           
…..  I have

            half a dozen bullies

living in the crypt

to be fed with my blood!             (‘At The End of The Day’, p,107.)


Finally, Ananapurna  Sharma , the  Editor of  Your Space/ Muse India firmly affirms that love for humanity, universal love is the only form of redemption, In “Mother’s plea” mother’s anguish for her son in the war field, longing to see him, appeals in the form  of request with  a dictum of message for humanity with a warring instinct.

The guns and missiles
Are weapons of cowards
Who unlearn lessons of love,
In dungeons of hate.               (‘Mother’s plea’, p.18.)

Melodic Melange is ever vibrant in our memory. Annapurna  Sharma, Editor of  Your  Space/  Muse India has a wide appeal.