Saturday, November 2, 2024

 My two poems have been featured in the Swallowtail Edition, The Wise Owl, November 2024. I am grateful to Dr. Rachna for honouring me the ‘Poet of the Month.”


https://www.thewiseowl.art/pravat-padhy

 

Life: A Floating Cloud

Floating clouds in the sky

In a destined path they move

As if hanging from the roof.

 

Often stop for a while

Over the mountain range

People laurel as the silver crown.

 

Play hide and seek

In the dark midnight

With the cheerful full moon.

 

Painter embroider

Poets wistfully deck them all

With syllables of ornament.

 

As time escapes through

They turn old and dense

And sacrifice in the form of rain.

 

A great allegiance

For the cause of others

And wish to be born and float again

 

Life is a floating cloud

Let us bloom it

with fragrance love and peace.

 

*****

The Wish Flag

Conflict and competition

eclipse the voice of the mass.

Slogans of demand and supply

hijack the prime spot

with a mere footnote on clean energy.

 

The ice sheet melts into

grief-stridden flow.

The green turns into brown

and further into barren.

 

No space for the frogs,

chirpings of birds

Red velvet mites, buzzing of bees

in this concrete jungle.

 

Clouds blackened with smoke,

no ripples of joy in lakes,

often laden with caustic foams.

 

Mountain slopes

caved in with naked trees.

No ferry of floating clouds and

the sky no longer decked with

smiles of rainbow.

 

Waterfalls

soaked with cracked stone

River bed

left with wide mud-cracks

as the sea rises and invades

deep beyond the shore.

 

I wish poetry

of the living world

to shape the hues of nature

and sing together the muse

for a colourful world.

 

The Wise Owl, Swallowtail Edition, November 2024 (Ed. Dr. Rachna Singh)

 

 

 

 

Saturday, October 19, 2024


Anthropocene

the hard-edged debate

on plastic rock

*****

forest poem a child rhymes green and green

Cold Moon Journal,  19th  September 2024   (Ed. Roberta Beach Jacobson)


Sunday, October 6, 2024


 space debris the lotus leaf mottled with mud

 (the high lonesome: The Haiku Foundation Volunteer Anthology, 2023) 

 The Dwarf Stars Anthology 2024 (Ed. Brittany House)

Saturday, October 5, 2024


artificial intelligence

I ask the humanoid

about my past life

 

Poetry Pea 4: 24, 2024 Podcast on the 27th August (Ed. Patricia McGuiri)

 





forest bath 
for a moment
I become a tree

Thursday, September 12, 2024


Tsundoku*

The only thing that you absolutely have to know, is the location of the library

-Albert Einstein

 By Pravat Kumar Padhy

During my college days, I used to make a point to have a quick glance at the literature section. Since then, it has been always my habit to visit the nearby library during my stay on official tours. I enquire with my colleagues or from the help desk of the hotels about the nearby location. On the weekend, I make a breezy walk holding my notebook and note down the new arrivals and golden lines of the poems of the olden days.

 

Recently I came across an interesting article. Nassim Nicholas Taleb,

The New York Times bestseller author, believes the unread

books in our library heighten us of all that we

don't know. He adds “Indeed, the more you

know, the larger the rows of unread

books. Let us call this collection

of unread books

an antilibrary.”

 

I pile up a deep glance at my personal collections and feel there are so many layers of wisdom in between ‘sound and silence’.

in early twilight

as if the stars descend

on the jasmine tree

how wonderful to add

one more from mine

Author’s Notes: 

1. Antilibrary – An unread pile of books that one intends to read.

2. Reference to the article on Tsundoku:   https://bigthink.com/neuropsych/do-i-own-too-many-books/

Contemporary Haibun Online, Issue 19.3, 2023 (Ed. Tish Davis)

https://contemporaryhaibunonline.com/cho19-3-table-of-contents/pravat-kumar-padhy-tsundoku/

 

 

Saturday, September 7, 2024