Description
By Durlabh Singh
ISBN: 9781847479105
Published: 2009
Pages: 215
Key Themes: poetry, nature of human experiences, suffering, love, life, beauty
Description
A beautiful collection of poems showing rare depth and resonance. They cover a wide variety of topics yet deal with the nature of human experiences, suffering, love, life and beauty.
An excellently conceived and written illustrated book.
About the Author
Durlabh Singh is a writer and an artist based in
London, England.
He has been published widely in over 300 publications
worldwide.
His other publications include:
Chrome Red – Collected Poems.
Spaces of Heart – Illustrated Verse.
Kama Sutra of Love – Collections of Short Stories
Keeper of Reflections & Other Stories.
In The Days of Love – Novel.
Throughout his life, he had to struggle against the odds. Having lost his father at very early age, he had to take up the role of head of family, being the only male member in the household. Facing all the injustices of Indian social class system where he had to provide big dowries for marrying his sisters and getting into debts.
The things took turn for worse when he came to England, as extreme racism was rampant there when he was constantly ridiculed and set upon by gangs of youths. Landlords refused to rent him even a room and shopkeepers refused to serve. He was subject to racial taunts in streets and at work. He suffered number of physical attacks and partially lost sight of an eye as he was beaten in a busy London street. That constant harassment eventually resulted in acute depression and a mental breakdown and as a result he was admitted to a mental hospital.
He took up painting and writing as a therapy and developed these arts where he could find easier to breath from constant atmosphere of suffocation. It helped him to survive and keep his mental balance, in finding transcendence and wider fields of human creativity. People suffering from mental distress may find some solace in his works.
Book Extract
HAVING BEEN HAPPY
Having been happy in touching metallic skies
Or fingering the moon for its dusty overlay
Having been happy in moving orbs and the shores
Or spreading the sunshine to the burrowed moles.
Watching a lonely planet amid reluctant universe
Communications with eyelids in retinues of mankind
Having been happy in sweeping the volcanic dust
From a cold planet cast under the Brahma’s curse.
Having been happy in holding that repose
Which contained hidden geometry of the universe
Having been happy in consoling the suppressed cries
Of the shoring waves under the moonlit skies.
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