1. Maitreyee Dixit
2. Krishna Kumar
3. Sydon Pereira
4. Rohit Shetty
Publisher: First Step Publishing
Number of Pages: 100
Launch Year: 2011
Price: INR 95
The Blurb of the book says:
An Anthology of poems written by young different writers from across India. Like the different colours in the world of emotions this book contains some of the colours in the form of poetry.
About The Author / s
Maitreyee Dixit is a student of class nine. She is a member of the editorial council of her school. Maitreyee started writing short stories and poems at the age of 8. Maitreyee writes on the subjects focusing upon social issues af- fecting children and society at large. Maitreyee’s poems finds expression in emotional issue a human being face in various roles in the society and a yearning to break free from the mundane bindings of life. Literary can be traced in Maitreyee to her maternal great grand father Dr Hariram Mishra who was a meritorious scholar of Banaras Hindu University. She stays in Mumbai and can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org
Krishna Kumar Born in a middle class family in Pollachi a small town in Tamil Nadu. His father is a government employee and his mother a housewife. He did his schooling in Pollachi itself. Currently pursuing B-E Aeronautical Engineer- ing. A person who cares and respects his parents the most. Writing is his hobby and he has written many short stories along with many poems. He resides in Coimbatore and can be contacted at email@example.com
Sydon, born and brought up in Mumbai didn’t realize he could write poems till about the age of 20. An engineer by profession he loves to play and watch sports, travel, eat and sleep in whatever spare time he gets. Writing initially was done mostly on experiences in life until when in his first com- pany he was asked to write poems for a social cause and then abstract poetry became a possibility. Sydon can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org
Rohit Shetty academically a chemical engineer. He is an author of the book “Silent Voices” published in the year 2011 and also an author of a four book series “Breaking Silence” published by First Step Publishing . Born and brought up in Mumbai. Rohit started writing at the age of twelve. He wrote for himself and dreamt of being a published author since childhood. Writing became his passion which he mostly does when the night sleeps.
He describes his journey of poetry as “It all started with a way to remember things for studies . . . scribbling down my unsaid feelings and emotions . . . to the best kept secret . . . to being made fun of , mocked at , and even laughed publically at. . . . and now with the collection of nine books on the shelves of many book stores worldwide.” He is currently into family business and have started his own firm and can be contacted at email@example.com or http://www.rohitnshetty.blogspot.com
Poetry a subject which is not accepted with open hands but it has a set of its admirers. Unconventional to be a part of the main book selling scenario in India but a few publishers dare to go ahead with it. First Step Publishing has done some justice to the dying readership of poetry.
Starting with Maitreyee Dixit , it seemed like she had it in her genes itself, Literary can be traced in her family from her great grand father Dr Hariram Mishra who was a meritorious scholar of Banaras Hindu University.
reading her one of the poems “Phantoms Who Ate My Soul” we felt that if at 19 maitreyee can write such beautiful poems, she can go places if given proper guidance.
Phantoms Who Ate My Soul
I closed my eyes,
And let my tears fall,
And opened them again,
To wipe them and stand tall…
Many memories lay at my feet,
I couldn’t fathom many of the lot,
A million broken pieces,
I had to gather, many forget me knots!
Broken and lost, pieces,
Like pieces of a shattered mirror,
Lay scattered underneath my sole,
I glanced at them, my heart quivered…
Stained, disgraceful and full of shame,
They revived the phantoms of my past,
Which always tried to engulf me,
The nightmares left me frightened, aghast…
Scars, bloodied ones,
Marked deep into my soul,
I collapsed like broken glass,
Like a stone, alone and cold..
Everyday after sometime of happiness,
I had to, unwillingly, retreat to my personal hell,
Bad decisions, humongous mistakes,
My heart fought with my head, in vain I tried to quell…
I was helpless, fragile,
And had succumbed to fake emotions and cries,
Believed to easily the fickle promises,
It was too late when the tricks I realised….
I tried to ward off those who sucked my soul,
Who proved I was worthless,
Who blamed me for staining my soul,
And made my life a godforsaken mess…
I wanted to enflame them,
I wanted to burn them, so my soul they wouldn’t hack,
Atleast this could stop these phantoms,
From predictably coming back…
So, I burnt the pictures which hurt,
And stashed away my journal,
I wanted to end those painful memories,
It was their final funeral…
And I gathered composure,
And woke up to a new day,
And I looked into my soul,
The phantoms, for forever, had now gone away….!
— Maitreyee Dixit
Be it from the beautiful weaving of words in her poem titled “Night” to the comparison of Fear, Insecurity and Pain with a Ghost in her poem titled “Ghost’s Shadow”, Maitreyee Dixit has potential to glue her readers to the book.
Free verses are the best that can describe Krishna Kumar’s poems, Poems like “Deep Inside my eyes still lies your image” strikes a chord in your heart along with poem titled “Happiness” will make you think “How beautiful is the life of mine.” In short a potpourri of mixed emotions that one can portray and easily get connected to.
I Never Miss You
It has been so long since I have seen you
I have even forgotten your face
The words you have spoken with me
The days you have spent with me
But I feel every moment as same like
The moments that you were near with me
Though you went far I never miss you
Because when I start my day
Thinking of those days in which
You were near with me, it feels like
I am living the same day once again
And in the end of my day
when I close my eyes before I sleep
I could feel yourself in me….
But all I could realise is that
I am missing the chance of missing you…
— Krishna Kumar
A professional whose life runs in shifts has been portrayed in the beautiful lines of the poem by Mr Sydon Pereira titled“Graveyard Shift”. Just four poems was a bit disheartening, as we were expecting more of this writer. For a newbie in writing its quite an incredible job. Poetry comes to everyone, but its only the select few who pen down their thoughts and are called poets.
The sun’s setting; it’s time to wake,
It’s almost night; for work I’m late!
Time to freshen up, a bath to take,
The pick up’s waiting at the gate!
I reach office when everyone’s left for home,
All alone the lonely streets I roam.
The food court’s empty, that’s something new,
It’s my night shift, if you didn’t get the cue. . . .
After dinner, it’s time for work,
It’s the reason for our salary perk,
As you start a little drowsy you may feel,
Don’t say a word, your lips you have to seal.
Then work’s hectic, as it may seem,
You’re working when you’re supposed to dream!
The night goes on at a slow pace,
Varied problems you have to face!
It’s 4 in the morning, time for tea,
My eyes are burning, I can barely see. . .
After a break, ready for more,
Before you know, it’s time to go.
The sun is up, it’s getting bright,
I’m in my bed, cosy and wrapped up tight!
For some the money may seem a nifty,
But life’s hell in ‘Graveyard Shift’.
— Sydon Periera
Turning the pages i stumbled across the acknowledgement part of Mr Rohit Shetty.
For a poet who has been writing since the age of 12 years, this is a great milestone and the readers must not skip the ‘Acknowledgements’ part at the end where he has summarised his journey of being a poet so far. It is encouraging to see how undying determination backed with consistent efforts lead an individual to success. It mentioned,
“It all started with a way to remember things for studies . . . scribbling down my unsaid feelings and emotions . . . to the best kept secret . . . to being made fun of , mocked at , and even laughed publicly at. . . . and now with the collection of five books on the shelves of many book stores worldwide.”
I’d Have To Be A Thief
Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.
If you were a painting,
No colours could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.
If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.
If you were euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.
So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I’d have to be a thief.