Tuesday, April 28, 2020


hailstones--
her soft glance
on my wound

*****
falling leaf--
the nurse replaces
vase water

*****
milky moon her whiteness over the tired eyes

*****
nursing home greeting with the first smile

Earthrise Rolling Haiku Collaboration 2020, The Haiku Foundation

Sunday, April 26, 2020


tree to tree--
I walk along carrying
shadows

Issa’s Untidy Hut/Lilliput Review, Haiku #149, 2014 (Ed. Don Wentworth)
Today’s Find Triveni, 27.4.2020 (Kala Ramesh)


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Wednesday, April 22, 2020

The Speaking Stone: Review by Namrata


Title: The Speaking Stone, A Collection of Poems

Author: Pravat Kumar Padhy

Publisher: Authorspress, 2020

Poetry is the language of the soul. As the world battles with a global pandemic which has no end in sight, poetry is perhaps the only respite we have to help us stay sane and survive during these trying times.

The Speaking Stone by Pravat Kumar Padhy is a poetry collection that makes you ponder and reanalyse everything around us including all that we have taken for granted till now – the environment, nature, our planet Earth and most importantly our lives. Spread across forty-two poems, Padhy manages to string together various emotions and brings forth the magic of the enigma called life, beautifully. 

Pravat Kumar Padhy is an award-winning poet whose work has been showcased across the world. With seven collections of verses to his credit, he also holds a place of honour in World’s Who’s Who.

Flipping through these poems, you realise the deep value Padhy has for art and literature. His writings reflect the strong urge to redefine life and its magnanimity. The title The Speaking Stone seems to have taken inspiration from the old adage — “What if the stones/ rocks could speak?”  Taking this saying further, Padhy has penned down the plethora of answers possible, if the stones could speak. What would they tell us and why — is the gist of the whole collection.

The poems featured in this collection range widely from human life to nature, from love to survival instinct, from greed to necessity and from merely existing to living. Some of his poems recount how one should cease to exist within the narrow boundaries of the society and explore life beyond those predefined boundaries. Others question the very existence of a man.

“In the string of evolution
We all are living particles of vibration
Musing the time to an infinite point
As time has neither a beginning nor an end.”

After reading some of the works of Padhy, one cannot help but wonder at the materialistic hunger which consumes a human being to an extent that it threatens to lead to self-destruction and yet refuses to die. What is that pushes a man to keep chasing goals? How much is enough? Is money the ultimate power which makes a man truly invincible or is it power? Are some of the questions that haunt you long after the book is over.

Life has different meaning for different individuals and still, at the core it remains an enigma for all of us. Moving beyond the parameters of religion and philosophy, Padhy tries to indulge in a genuine conversation with the reader which is both, stimulating and evocative.

“The sun never differentiates
Whether it is north or south
East or west.
It blazes itself to enlighten the world.”

Amidst all of this, he doesn’t fail to remind us, how in the eyes of the Almighty creator we are one. Beyond the barriers of caste, creed, religion and colour, lies one thing that binds us all – a heart full of love and hope.

The sense of belonging
Is rusted under his skull
In the crowd of diversities,
We are busy nailing
Nameplates of rich and poor,
Forgetting oneness
Of the entire human being.”

At a time, when we stand divided into fragments by our own thoughts, this collection is an imperative read. It urges us to look deeper within ourselves and explore the larger definition of life. Padhy motivates us to move beyond the ordinary and look for that extra, which can make our lives extra-ordinary. His powerful verses remind us the biggest religion above all is that of humanity. And his words denote the power of kindness and empathy, the much-needed elements for survival in today’s scenario.  To conclude, it is a read that shakes you, moves you and leaves you convinced that love alone, shall triumph at the end of it all.

Namrata is a lost wanderer who loves travelling the length and breadth of the world. She lives amidst sepia toned walls, fuchsia curtains, fairy lights and shelves full of books. When not buried between the pages of a book, she loves blowing soap bubbles. A published author she enjoys capturing the magic of life in her words and is always in pursuit of a new country and a new story. She can be reached at privytrifles@gmail.com.

https://borderlessjournal.com/2020/…/22/what-can-stones-say/

Friday, April 17, 2020


mid-way journey
she wipes away the tears
and reconciles
the joy of living
is a tree full of nests

Tanka Origins, 3rd Edition, April 2020 (Ed. an'ya)

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Wednesday, April 15, 2020





Frog Dance
 
After the final school bell rang, we students rushed over the drought-cracked ground to witness the Frog Dance, Bengei nacha. After one of the elders caught a fat frog from the local pond and the women decorated it like a queen, with turmeric powder and red pigment, everyone gathered in the middle of the village. With the frog's release, they began beating drums, jumping up and down, clapping and praying to Indra Devata. The frog leaped across the sun-baked village road, croaking amidst the loud clapping, as we all waited for the first dark cloud to appear. Even today, whenever I hear a frog's call, I smile and lift one eye towards the sky.
 
morning dream--
all the shapes
in the sound of rain

Author’s Note: The Frog Dance, known as "Bengei nacha," is traditionally performed in the coastal villages of the Ganjam district of Odisha state, India, after a long spell of drought to appease the rain god (Indra Devata).
                                                      

Contemporary Haibun Online, 16:1 2020 (Ed. Rich Youmans)




Sunday, April 12, 2020


One Man's Maple Moon: Shoreline Tanka by Pravat Kumar Padhy

English Original

thin twilight
along the shoreline
leaving behind
the silent reflections
of scattered seashells

Cattails, September 2015

Pravat Kumar Padhy

Chinese Translation (Traditional)

薄暮
沿著海岸線
留下來
是散落貝殼
的無聲映影

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

薄暮
沿著海岸线
留下来
是散落贝壳
的无声映 


Comment by Chen-ou Liu, April 10, 2020

The cumulative effects of these evocative phrases, "thin twilight," "silent reflections," and "scattered seashells," add symbolic significance and emotional weight to this sea tanka, which could be read as a sequel to the following poem:

the ocean
roars relentlessly
in an empty conch
I never understood
my father’s rage

Kokako, 18, April 2013

Luminita Suse


Thursday, April 9, 2020


HAIKU FOR JAPAN

-- Pravat Kumar Padhy (India)

earthquake--
misplaced syllables
shaken the haiku

*****
dilapidated--
shades of broken moon
on buried faces

*****
tsunami sea--
the full moon in
grief

*****
mothers lap
the tender baby looks at
tearful moon

*****
sunami--
the silent Buddha
in tears

*****
new sun--
plants from the rubbles
gently warm up



Sunday, April 5, 2020


good wishes
from far-off distance
I dream
as if the wave carries
her message from grain to grain

Modern Tanka Corner, 2020 -2021, Lyrical Passion Poetry (Ed-in-Chief R D Bailey)

Saturday, April 4, 2020


spring evening
moonrise brightens
your homecoming


The Cicada’s Cry, Spring 2020 (Ed. J M Reinbold)

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Friday, April 3, 2020


COVID-NINETEEN
Pravat Kumar Padhy

Till today, we live
Under the canopy of moon-shine,
Breathe in the open air,
And bathe in the morning sun.
Children play in the garden,
Merrily rush after butterflies
Carrying  smiles of colours.
People move here and there
Like birds in the freedom of the sky.

A sudden eclipse snatches away
The colour of brightness.
The world is darkened
As if we plunge
Into a black hole of despair.
The dark wind blows
Across the border
And thousands succumb to victim
Like birds stripped off their wings.

Parents are drowned with fear
For their dears.
In the forest of silence
The scratch of breath steals away
The hopes for survival.
Ray of hope lies
Like deserted sand dunes.
Thousands have their one last sleep
As if for them the sun sets forever.
Some could never meet
Their kith and kin
As tears roll down the cemetery lane.
The bridge of movement is collapsed
And within the thick wall of confusion
Man is detained within his own self.

Why do you visit us like an invader?
Better you return back, Coronavirus
To your original abode.
Let mankind take a bath in the flow of purity
And live graciously with nature
Offering everyone to dwell in peace.

Literary Vives- Edition LXII, April 2020 (Ed. Mrutyunjay Sarangi)