Feb 28, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
early moonset
so much to speak before
she left smiling
Feb 27, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
wild flower–
I breathe my
loneliness
Feb 26, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
melting away my pain— garden dew
Feb 25, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
the zero-shadow moment I am with myself
Feb 24, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
cherry blossoms—
the scent bridging
the long river
Feb 23, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
moonlit shadow
the old dogs lick
each other
Feb 22, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
blue earth–
lone robot on
the moon
Feb 21, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
deep dark space
many cosmic townships
with their own light
Feb 20, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
early dawn–
millions of stars
in dark
Feb 19, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
moonrise the sky from the oncology wing
Feb 18, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
early evening
the bat moves
moonward
Feb 17, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
Dog is misspelled
the child discovered
the Great
Feb 16, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
composing haiga–
painting sunlight
with black ink
Feb 15, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
a piece of chalk in my pocket first day of retirement
Feb 14, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
Valentine’s Day—
between you and me
a thin moonlight
Feb 13, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
flock of sheep–
the moon guiding
the evening
Feb 12, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
morning breeze–
the remnant rain drops
holding on to leaves
Feb 11, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
cattle herd
the one who walks
differently
Feb 10, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
deep silence–
planets move around
without noise
Feb 9, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
red carpet–
the monks walk
barefoot
Feb 8, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
old palace–
the guide speaks on
behalf of the king
Feb 7, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
foreign land–
amongst all strangers
a known moon
Feb 6, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
coins our ancestors exchanged a great length of time
Feb 5, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
first rain
the paper boat carries
my childhood
Feb 4, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
tea garden–
the narrow lane
leading to the sky
Feb 3, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
winter morning
the scarecrow with
a snow-cap
Feb 2, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
desert journey—
camels follow shadow
after shadow
Feb 1, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
sunrise–
the morning enters
without a knock
His Thoughts on Poetry:
The
poetic ecstasies and journey of human life are parallel and perennial, beyond
space and time The essence of poetry nestles in the diligent fragrance of the
flower, the simplicity flow of the river, the gentle spread of leaves, the
calmness of the ocean and the embellishment of soothing shadow. Poetry
unveils the physics behind light and sound, chemistry of colour and aroma, and
geological expression of the landscapes.
He feels, “Poetry
inspires to unfold the sublime spiritual wealth of the tiny dust particle as it
embodies the basic building block of creation: the living and the non-living. The mystic of art and
literature delightfully reveals the kaleidoscope of science through colorful
flair of human aspiration. It amalgamates the spiritual romanticism, transcendentalism and intellectual
cadence of human beings in the perennial journey along the corridor of nature’s
panorama of blissful beauty”.
The tiniest object of nature
has its genuine worth in this world and it is associated with us in different
forms. Perhaps it is the discovery of this truth that has given rise to the
genesis of Haiku poem. Haiku imparts life to every object in the form of a vivid image. Essentially the genre of
expression acts as a diligent medium of exploration of the beauty of wide
spectrum of living and non-living entities. The tiny seed of haiku sprouts into a
beautiful tree of wisdom. The doctrine of
‘haikuism’ will usher in building a planet of nature’s paradise and
abode of peace and brotherhood.
The art of poetry glimmers
the symphony of love and peace and epitomizes the culture through ages. The
philosophy of poetry keeps on flowing like ripples of rhythm through time and
space. It muses with the innocence of the animals, songs of the birds, swinging
branches of the trees, braided rhythm of a waterfall, shifting shadows of
mountains, breezing touch of the dunes of desert and silence of the azure
sky!
Science is the composite reflection and
poetry is its genetic soul. Let us put poetry to thrive in time and anti time,
in matter and antimatter. Let it blossom the aesthetic sublimity of human life,
blissful endurance, and creative opulence. Like a flower, it sprinkles the
hidden fragrance to fulfill the purpose of fostering peace and fraternity with
the art of expression, perfection, and purity. Life is a poem, music its
journey!
He humbly expresses, “I am a
tiny bird dwelling in my nest, and singing songs for others and to the
surroundings. The beautiful nature, the mysterious celestial dance, tiny grass
to gigantic tree, the spectrum of a living organism, the silence of the desert,
loneliness of parting, vastness of the sky, the softness of snow, the burden of
grief and sufferings, tender smiles of the kids, glorious womanhood, etc. influence
my poetry. I feel I am not a poet, I am a medium to transcreate the treasure of
the grains of sand and silence of the shells.”