Book Description

Reflections From The Heart is an anthology of a hundred short poems by three poets. These have all come from a crucible of lived experiences, which have left a deep impression on the poets’ minds, their hearts, and indeed, the core of their beings. They have, all three of them, finely honed sensibilities that have been tempered by all the vicissitudes that they, as individuals, have been through. And yet these speak to all, for they have a universality that makes every reader recognize the emotion that gave rise to them, and the truth that each one of them encapsulates. These poems are not, for the most part, “emotions recollected in tranquillity”. The feelings and emotions that they are imbued with remain within the skeins of the lines themselves, sometimes raw, sometimes a little distanced, but never, really, too far away from the heart. They cannot really be called “tranquil” poems, for the experiences that gave rise to them remain, and disturb even today. Bhaskar Bora’s poems have a power that comes from the circumstances that many of them were written in. A doctor with a flourishing practice, he found himself wheelchair bound after complications from a neurosurgical operation. In his despair, poetry, the writing of it, became a cathartic experience. His life story is moving, and the reader can empathise with the emotions embedded in his poems of that period. But his grit in creating a new profession for himself, that of a restaurateur, his thoughts and emotions on this journey are inspirational, especially as, through his poems we get a first-hand account of both his despair and his courage. His loss of mobility is paralleled by a soaring creativity. And yet, in some poems, there is also a beautiful sense of peace, possibly made more piquant by the prevailing circumstances of his life. This one, as he watches his daughters asleep at night: The princesses sleep in peace Faces glowing in moonlit rooms Duvets pulled, pillows spaced ... (Midnight: Bhaskar Bora) And yet, none of the three poets wallow in any kind of self-pity, nor are these an exercise in navel gazing. No, not at all. There is always, in all the poems, a sense of a wider world, in fact a greater entity, even, in some of them that raise them above the level of unremitting hopelessness to one of hope and a sense of journeying into a brighter future. I may not walk today Tomorrow I may run I may be in pain today Tomorrow is my turn (Tomorrow is my Turn: Bhaskar Bora) And of course, there is the cry of pain, moving and poignant, that pierces the reader’s mind. Pains seen, unseen, Voices heard, unheard As the silence screams Into a deafening noise Laughter, sorrow, anger, despair Melt together in the golden brew. (Dance of the Dead: Bhaskar Bora)